<?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-28132995</id><updated>2012-01-11T21:50:13.554Z</updated><category term='complete'/><category term='people'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>www.kaireyes.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1519992743940483028</id><published>2008-09-29T09:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:54:24.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Independence starts tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>.. and I'm so stressed, I'm not even there yet! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Des offered me to apply for that job in London, it has been a total chaos - but in a very good way. Life without complication is like living with no sense. So I had to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm scared. Ok, Very very scared. I'm not use doing things on my own. I don't cook, I don't wash/iron my own clothes and not a very city person. I've brought up with simply life, that reading a little book can make my day already! Having little amount of money where I could treat myself with few tops gives me contentment. Driving down the country lane is my serenity. &amp;amp; bonding with my family makes me feel that I have EVERYTHING. I can't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving out would be a real extra challenge for me. Its like joining a reality show. Stressful that even my chemical substance became unbalance. But this is what I need to do and I hope this wouldn't be a wrong move. It will be very very very very hard.. But I can do it ;) I'm certain that I can.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of sacrifice and strong attitude is my only way to the top. I want to learn so I have to learn. I want to move forward so I have to step forward. Its now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love it how my friends up in London told me that they'll be around and will always have my back. ;) Having too much friends is not bad, isn't it? most of them know how to cook, so no worries about food. hehe ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOCLvwoKCDIAAGVmRa81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kaiix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOCLvwoKCDIAAGVmRa81/DSC00367q.jpg?et=AfPBf7vt%2CbTjq4K5ZzKWvA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a message from Denise (workmate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm excited. My lower back pains is such a hindrance though. &amp;amp; Dad chopped my long hair lastnight! It looks okay having shorter hair anyways. &lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOCLvwoKCDIAAGVmRa81"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still haven't pack. Moving out hasn't sink in yet. I prolly do it on the last minute. I just want to savour the feeling of puting my feet up while watching telly or playing PS3. Eating when somebody cooked lunch and then skyve inside the house the whole day. I'll miss the peaceful life :-( I'll miss hooooooooooooooooome ;,(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BTW, I'm looking for a cheap flat or spare room .. If you know anywhere, reach me through my mobile. Thankss! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1519992743940483028?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1519992743940483028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1519992743940483028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1519992743940483028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1519992743940483028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/09/so-independence-starts-tomorrow.html' title='So, Independence starts tomorrow?'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1517882654127078729</id><published>2008-09-27T15:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:32:56.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh ye, changes</title><content type='html'>OMG. I don't know where to start. Life amused me and things comes in and out, all out of expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the very best summer ever. &amp;amp; I can't put into words how much I'm loving the life in the UK ;-) Friends are everywhere, and family are just the best ;) can't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massive changes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to London on Tuesday (Sept 30th) and YES, I'm moving there alone. Miss Independent! LOL. Sounds cool, but its not. I'm stressed. :| So basically, New life ahead for me.. Something I'll be really proud of. Growing up early.. Living by myself on the age of 19 ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes. It sounds a little crazy moving up to London, but I hope I'll be okay. Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again soon.. Mwah x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1517882654127078729?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1517882654127078729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1517882654127078729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1517882654127078729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1517882654127078729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/09/oh-ye-changes.html' title='oh ye, changes'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6351939581257022648</id><published>2008-08-17T20:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:46:37.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SKiAA9mUfJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6XfyCjs9ih0/s1600-h/IMG_2033+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SKiAA9mUfJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6XfyCjs9ih0/s320/IMG_2033+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235575320841845906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEN random things about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have uncountable lovely friends of different kinds.&lt;br /&gt;2) I can be a big time socialite, a geek and a street-ass bummer.&lt;br /&gt;3) Malakas ako uminom. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;4) I only had 2 boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;5) and never had a fling. Thats my rule in life.&lt;br /&gt;6) I personally have more guy friends and few girl friends. ratio is 1 is to 10 ;)&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm a book worm just the way I love partying.&lt;br /&gt;8) I can only do things until my Kuya Mark approves it. He's more strict than my mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm family oriented. Very.&lt;br /&gt;10) Every things I own and places I visit all came from my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINE ways to win my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You have to be mature than I am ;)&lt;br /&gt;2) Call or Text me just to say sweet nothings, you'll win me in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;3) Get along well with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;4) and be kind enough to my family especially to my Mum &amp;amp; Dad.&lt;br /&gt;5) Stay loyal.&lt;br /&gt;6) Love me honestly.&lt;br /&gt;7) Respect.&lt;br /&gt;8) Trust me the way I'll trust you.&lt;br /&gt;9) Win my brother over. Haha. Goodluck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EIGHT things I want to do before I die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get married in a church.&lt;br /&gt;2) Start my family.&lt;br /&gt;3) Stay inlove the rest of my entire breathing.&lt;br /&gt;4) Travel the world, Typical? Its a real dream.&lt;br /&gt;5) Stay beautiful enough. Haha&lt;br /&gt;6) Have my OWN house.&lt;br /&gt;7) Stay in good relationship with my family.&lt;br /&gt;8) Be Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN ways to annoy me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Talk shit.&lt;br /&gt;2) Talk to me in a childish annoying way.&lt;br /&gt;3) Talk to me in "kalye style" - it pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;4) Lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;5) Backstab me.&lt;br /&gt;6) Embarass me in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;7) Use me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIX things I believe in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) God.&lt;br /&gt;2) True Love.&lt;br /&gt;3) Enjoy life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;4) Friends.&lt;br /&gt;5) Its not about brands, its how you wear it.&lt;br /&gt;6) You can't really move forward til you're grateful enough for what you had lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE things I'm afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Losing any of my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;2) Being heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;3) Rejections&lt;br /&gt;4) Failures&lt;br /&gt;5) Losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR of my favorite things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Laptop&lt;br /&gt;2) My phone.&lt;br /&gt;3) Camera&lt;br /&gt;4) Photos I took :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE things I do everyday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Work&lt;br /&gt;2) Badminton&lt;br /&gt;3) Laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO things I want to do right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eat :((&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE person I want to see right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6351939581257022648?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6351939581257022648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6351939581257022648&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6351939581257022648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6351939581257022648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/08/facts.html' title='Facts ;-)'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SKiAA9mUfJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6XfyCjs9ih0/s72-c/IMG_2033+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-4351165958361108520</id><published>2008-07-27T19:44:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:28:40.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY AND FUN</title><content type='html'>this should be a long post if i'm going to narrate every moves I did since the calendar hit July. So, I'll bore you with my photos.. As the Barrio Fiesta in the UK has been cancelled on the last minute and us being booked in the hotel for three nights and kenneth bought their plane tickets to London - We still carried on with absolutely clueless what to do.. Ugh. But yeah, because of me having too many friends, they made the effort to party with us. Hehe. First night was with the East people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzDUUdQ1TI/AAAAAAAAAkA/s0TUsiVCK1U/s1600-h/london2008+039+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzDUUdQ1TI/AAAAAAAAAkA/s0TUsiVCK1U/s200/london2008+039+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227768021326550322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzDGiyqHHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pwc4-YthB7c/s1600-h/london2008+024+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzDGiyqHHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pwc4-YthB7c/s200/london2008+024+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227767784656215154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzD439JPeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/gv7CDQRFezs/s1600-h/london2008+060+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzD439JPeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/gv7CDQRFezs/s200/london2008+060+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227768649330802146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzDqqb-wVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/K8BeRVoj87Y/s1600-h/london2008+052+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzDqqb-wVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/K8BeRVoj87Y/s200/london2008+052+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227768405183873362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at their place by 9pm and we ended by 6am. Imagine that? Ugh. Then that morning we tried to get some sleep but partner (djhoan) arrived around 8am, as usual loud - so we basically didn't get to sleep as we don't want to waste the time as she just arrived and will be home early the next day.. So lunch in a Chinese Buffet Restaurant in Oxford street is the treat for vodka fuelling night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzFD13aqII/AAAAAAAAAkY/GVJlb-qBFe0/s1600-h/london2008+080+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzFD13aqII/AAAAAAAAAkY/GVJlb-qBFe0/s320/london2008+080+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227769937260095618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went clubbing in ON ANON, Picadilly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzG0Q0mYKI/AAAAAAAAAko/s76UDmefM6w/s1600-h/london2008+139+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzG0Q0mYKI/AAAAAAAAAko/s76UDmefM6w/s200/london2008+139+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227771868641386658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzGTzR1l5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/9WkLivNyPjA/s1600-h/IMG_0357+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzGTzR1l5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/9WkLivNyPjA/s200/IMG_0357+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227771310955141010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next and last night is Pang's house partyyyy. &amp;amp; I had to do a mission. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzIc6bZvRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/l9HL1FP3rHw/s1600-h/IMG_0539+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzIc6bZvRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/l9HL1FP3rHw/s200/IMG_0539+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227773666516385042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzJCRevzGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FBKrX-GUnL8/s1600-h/IMG_0471+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzJCRevzGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FBKrX-GUnL8/s200/IMG_0471+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227774308359588962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzJ7VCBqTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hmOwA_YnV6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0478+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzJ7VCBqTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hmOwA_YnV6Q/s200/IMG_0478+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227775288565410098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzKT78HpGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/pu55wUW4cnU/s1600-h/IMG_0553+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzKT78HpGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/pu55wUW4cnU/s200/IMG_0553+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227775711326479458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll keep my mission to myself or you can view my &lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com"&gt;multiply &lt;/a&gt;to see more (you should be on my contacts though..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-4351165958361108520?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/4351165958361108520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=4351165958361108520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4351165958361108520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4351165958361108520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/07/party-and-fun.html' title='PARTY AND FUN'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SIzDUUdQ1TI/AAAAAAAAAkA/s0TUsiVCK1U/s72-c/london2008+039+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-7307818712649624343</id><published>2008-07-16T15:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:54:49.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Barrio Fiesta Cancelled!!</title><content type='html'>The 24th Barrio Fiesta sa London 2008 will not go ahead after last minute meetings failed to resolve problems&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Organizer failed to attend meetings with the police and fire brigade until it was too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London, 16 July 2008 (Updated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shock news is that this year's Barrio Fiesta in Lampton Park, Hounslow, West London is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In what will be seen as a disaster, especially to the stallholders who have paid in advance, for the first time since the fiesta moved from its original venue in Holland Park there will be no July fiesta  this Saturday and Sunday 19th &amp; 20th July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest and longest running of all Filipino fiestas in the UK has been cancelled by Hounslow Council. With what has grown into a two day event with around 60,000 attending, it is a major showcase for Filipino companies and service providers. As well as for some Filipno acts and singers. It is also a day for Filipinos to meet up and renew old friendships. People organize coach trips from all over to come to the UK's biggest Filipino fiesta. All these plans will now be in ruins.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This shock news will especially be damaging to people who have stalls and are not in easy travelling distance of London and who will have booked hotel rooms. Also, there are many companies from the Philippines who send staff and others over to the UK specifically for the fiesta as it is a major point to show off their services and goods to Filipinos. They will be seriously out of pocket, as will the major sponsors, two of whom are SMART phones and UNISON, the UK trade union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of meetings between the council, the police and London Fire Brigade and the Philippine Centre who organize the fiesta, the council have decided it could not go ahead as no licence for the event could be issued. The police confirmed in the middle of Tuesday afternoon the sad news.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unofficial sources have already stated that the decision was left until the last minute in order to give the organizers, representatives of the Philippine Center, time to comply with conditions laid down by both the police and fire services in matters relating to health and safety as well as security. Meetings had been requested by the police and fire brigade with the organizers, however the organizers only consented to the first meeting last week.  As the organizers appeared unable or unwilling to comply with the requests by the police and fire service, a decision was taken on Tuesday to deny a licence. Serious concerns had been raised because of the past two Barrio Fiestas had left both the police and fire brigade concerned because of systems not being in place.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As those events were already in progress when these faults had been noticed, they had been allowed to continue. However, this year the regulatory authorities insisted on cast iron guarantees being in place. As the organizers failed to satisfy the police and fire brigade by the final meeting, the fiesta was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spokesman for Hounslow police expressed his deep regret at the way events have happened, saying "We really wanted this to go ahead, it is a long running event and the crowds have always been very well behaved".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no announcement on the Philippine Centre's website www.philippinecentre.com and phone contact can not be made as calls are going to voice mail.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Philippine Centre had sub-contracted organization out to a group called Magpie Events.&lt;br /&gt;All Enquiries to Adam Mitchell, E-Mail Adam, Call: 0208 898 2122&lt;br /&gt;or Call Adam on his Mobile 07842 150545 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*credit from: &lt;a href="http://www.balitapinoy.net/default.asp?sourceid=&amp;smenu=236&amp;twindow=Default&amp;mad=No&amp;sdetail=16130&amp;wpage=&amp;skeyword=&amp;sidate=&amp;ccat=&amp;ccatm=&amp;restate=&amp;restatus=&amp;reoption=&amp;retype=&amp;repmin=&amp;repmax=&amp;rebed=&amp;rebath=&amp;subname=&amp;pform=&amp;sc=1696&amp;hn=balitapinoy&amp;he=.net"&gt;balitapinoy.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-7307818712649624343?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/7307818712649624343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=7307818712649624343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7307818712649624343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7307818712649624343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/07/barrio-fiesta-cancelled.html' title='Barrio Fiesta Cancelled!!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-7613375116754036510</id><published>2008-07-14T20:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:39:15.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How're you? I'm stucked with work then shopping and friends during my off. I would love to update my blog as much as I want but words doesn't seem to fit on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a few updates though - I recently had my driving theory test that drove me nuts for the whole 2 weeks that gave me a head in.. Luckily, I passed with a perfect score of 50 on the multiple choice part and 62 out of 75 on hazard perception part :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a telephone job interview last friday which is err -- i don't know. I doubt on getting that job and also, its too far. but who knows. hehehe. i don't put my hopes on it though. I'll leave that to God above. I applied and done my best, if God will let me, I'll have it. So I don't worry about that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm in the spirit of  being attracted to someone. hehehe. Its complicated though but then we'll see.. No rush. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know, I'm happy with how things go. Hopefully, it'll go right if God permits. ;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if I don't get to hop as much as you do :( I'll try soon. Its summer here in the UK so I don't want to miss the sun outside.  There's also a Filipino Barrio Fiesta that'll be held in Hounslow Lampton Park this coming weekend, July 19 and 20 :) I'll be there both days. If you're going, I might bump to you - so give me a shout! ;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please please, try to visit this site :)  It'll be such a big help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6" width="500" height="80"&gt;&lt;param allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" name="movie" value="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/8232/f5814262bj5.swf" /&gt;&lt;param allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" name="scale" value="exactfit" /&gt;&lt;param allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/8232/f5814262bj5.swf" width="500" height="80" scale="exactfit" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flashbannernow.com/free-flash-banner/free-banner-code.php?url=http%3A//img88.imageshack.us/img88/8232/f5814262bj5.swf" target="_blank"&gt;Get my banner code&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.flashbannernow.com/" target="_blank"&gt;make your own flash banner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTU3ODM*MjM*MzcmcHQ9MTIxNTc4MzYwNTgxMiZwPTEzNDgxMSZkPSZuPSZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;I missed you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-7613375116754036510?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/7613375116754036510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=7613375116754036510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7613375116754036510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7613375116754036510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/07/missedyou.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6516988546941550705</id><published>2008-07-01T18:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:34:15.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over: Being the Only Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SGqivpSm5bI/AAAAAAAAAjw/fcZHIq7tnbQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SGqivpSm5bI/AAAAAAAAAjw/fcZHIq7tnbQ/s320/Untitled-1+copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218162057683592626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Call me gay for not updating. Well, nothing amusing happened though. Life revolve between - Working, Partying, Family, Shopping and a bottle of Vodka or a cup of coffee with friends whenever I get a day-off (: Its addicting sometimes that all I do is spend which makes me 10x poorer or a drowned rat 5 years from now. Oh - Don't nag yet - Aside from spending money with parties and shopping - I have savings. I make sure I kept few quids for emergency purpose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is a game over for us. It flew like Christmas. I can still remember the first days.. First introduction day to found out that I'm the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only girl&lt;/span&gt; in the class of 20 blokes. Getting along with these chaps who I never seen before. Greeting them whenever I arrive the campus, hanging out down the car park, benches, parks, beach driving, pubs, restaurants or simply standing outside the reception to kill time.. I maybe didn't experience the "college life" like what they had in the RP, but I'm still glad on how I managed to be myself through the whole college years :) Being the only girl in the class has ups and down - there are subjects that needs soldering and lifting massive computers but then you'll see how they care for you, they helped me to keep going with the course, asked me if i'm okay or just baring with my mood swing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could tell them straight to their face how thankful I am to have friends like them, I will - but I don't want to sound so mushy. Hehe. :D They made me a real good person - not worrying about how I look or how the way I munch.. Being out from college is just starting to sink in.. and typing this entry made me miss them and everything about it. I've always wanted to get out from studying but not letting go of the friends I made ;*) Its a chapter over but I'll certainly turn the pages back :) Everything is not bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm always proud to say that - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I'm the ONLY GIRL in my course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6516988546941550705?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6516988546941550705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6516988546941550705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6516988546941550705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6516988546941550705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/07/vodka-shopping-and-friends.html' title='Game Over: Being the Only Girl'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SGqivpSm5bI/AAAAAAAAAjw/fcZHIq7tnbQ/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-4905561785079415188</id><published>2008-06-17T11:01:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:54:47.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland: Flying with No Passport =)</title><content type='html'>After recalling what I should pack before I leave the house - I'm pretty contented that I brought all of my clothes and makeups, nicely packed on my luggage. Not until after 3 hours of journey going to the airport when me and Ate Djhoan talked about Passport - Omgosh. I turned blue. For all of the things that I remembered to pack - Its my PASSPORT that I forgot. And I can't think of any way - ask the driver to drive me back home? I didn't. Instead I phoned a friend who's into traveling - and yes, if you'll ride a plane - what do you need? a PASSPORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insanely bothered. Starving tummy flew away for the whole hour. I did it again - after missing my awaited Job Interview - Next one is the Ireland trip :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Yeah - You saw &lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/"&gt;my photos&lt;/a&gt; in Ireland already - Good thing, I brought my DRIVING LICENSE. Omgosh. It saved my liiiiiife. They only needed a proof of my identity and because I'm in the United Kingdom and Ireland is still a part of it - they don't have to check my visa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, who won't thought of bringing the Passport if you'll travel by plane? Yeps. Thats Me. The Silly Ikai Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_-_-_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Northern Ireland is more like London - Lesser crowd though but same high street and culture of London except with the accent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night we arrived - we went straight to the club, its saturday night - we don't want to miss out! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeRvmLP20I/AAAAAAAAAiY/90kMwJR7Lsk/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeRvmLP20I/AAAAAAAAAiY/90kMwJR7Lsk/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212795340592241474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeRW-Z821I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/H1tLzoZ4wP0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeRW-Z821I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/H1tLzoZ4wP0/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212794917599632210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeQ67LCj1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/I0GJiJxKsvs/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeQ67LCj1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/I0GJiJxKsvs/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212794435695447890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeQeVibEPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/l8IQ6XvR8NE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeQeVibEPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/l8IQ6XvR8NE/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212793944556638450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second day, is our trip to the city early in the morning - Shops were still shut so strolling around and photoshooting is what we did - Belfast castle is the best spot. We hanged in there for the whole morning - laughing our ass out and mowdelling. Hehe:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeVBUYzMnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/d4MCPW1tbQw/s1600-h/IMG_0188+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeVBUYzMnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/d4MCPW1tbQw/s320/IMG_0188+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212798943589773938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeVbVxPkrI/AAAAAAAAAjI/4he4GYzZQcE/s1600-h/IMG_0222+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeVbVxPkrI/AAAAAAAAAjI/4he4GYzZQcE/s320/IMG_0222+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212799390637331122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeWNbs6_tI/AAAAAAAAAjY/KXt8FBucZoE/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeWNbs6_tI/AAAAAAAAAjY/KXt8FBucZoE/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212800251223277266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeV01fopBI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iaD8BeokQiU/s1600-h/IMG_0119+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeV01fopBI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iaD8BeokQiU/s320/IMG_0119+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212799828650140690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second night was spent with newly found pinoy friends, Ken's friends:) We just drank the whole night - I was totally wasted - It felt good cos I havent been drunk for the longest time ;j and there are unanswered thoughts on my mind that finally came in to realization from a friend. I thank you Kuya Joms, you made me feel lighter :) Okay, I cried. Haha. See what Vodka, Bacardi, WKD and Budweiser can do to you. Tsk tsk. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeSfufJuFI/AAAAAAAAAig/W5P-s95RF_o/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeSfufJuFI/AAAAAAAAAig/W5P-s95RF_o/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212796167456929874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, Partner flew back in England on the afternoon :-( She had to go home first :-( So me and Bru went to eat on a Filipino Restaurant for lunch, Kainan Cafe. What a lovely people. &amp;amp; the place made you feel like you're at home :) KareKare, Adobo, Sinigang, Monggo is served.. :) and The Filipino Channel is on. Very Pinoy, Right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeTdm2ivvI/AAAAAAAAAio/fHDGF0csydg/s1600-h/IMG_0385+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeTdm2ivvI/AAAAAAAAAio/fHDGF0csydg/s320/IMG_0385+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212797230559444722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeT8MgyK9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/L5issFUjX0A/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeT8MgyK9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/L5issFUjX0A/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212797756064803794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After lunch - we went to stroll down the Botanic Garden to kill the time and watched Sex and the City. Omgosh. Bru slept for the whole air time! I knooooooow. He's like that if he's with girls. How niiiiiice. :P Anyway, bumped to Kat in highstreet then went Bowling and billiards then Kuya Jom drove us around going to Kat's house for rounds of drinks. Didnt take late. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeUYJDWNCI/AAAAAAAAAi4/998c51KnvRE/s1600-h/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeUYJDWNCI/AAAAAAAAAi4/998c51KnvRE/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212798236172366882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeWx7dGCDI/AAAAAAAAAjg/U1ZC00FPZl8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeWx7dGCDI/AAAAAAAAAjg/U1ZC00FPZl8/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212800878222116914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day was just lunch with the girls and bru:) Starbucks as usual, migosh we've been to starbucks for the straight 3 days ;| What a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, The 3 nights spent in Ireland is FUN. Esp being with Bru again. I love him lots. Thanks for accomodating us bru, and so as to tita and his pretty sister Mica :) I totally enjoyed it. Next stop? Ibiza Spain! Well - save up first ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-4905561785079415188?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/4905561785079415188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=4905561785079415188&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4905561785079415188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4905561785079415188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/06/ireland-flying-with-no-passport.html' title='Ireland: Flying with No Passport =)'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SFeRvmLP20I/AAAAAAAAAiY/90kMwJR7Lsk/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-4743223374244432428</id><published>2008-06-07T06:16:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:48:58.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knooow, I love to meet teenage filipinos in the UK especially around my area - So anyone of you from Bournemouth, Dorset here? hehe :) Anyhoo, went to college first and crammed the best that I could while rejecting 5 person's phone calls, Imagine that? You're all busy and people just don't stop from calling you? ;| Anyway, Had to go shopping for our Ireland trip  tonight.. I bought a bag, like AGAIN. how come ladies gets weak when it comes to bags and shoes? Omgosh. I need to stop ;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after  shopping we went to meet my Pinoy schoolmate in Slug and Lettuce along with his brother AJ and friend Redmond. First time to meet Redmond actually. I once met his brother in Poole town centre when I was actually doing my shopping again. Hehe. Don't we just love spending? tss ;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEob8o5er2I/AAAAAAAAAhg/cwXtAnsdij0/s1600-h/IMG_0682+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEob8o5er2I/AAAAAAAAAhg/cwXtAnsdij0/s320/IMG_0682+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209006647592005474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEocJrVnc1I/AAAAAAAAAho/ji8gqO-xOt4/s1600-h/IMG_0686+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEocJrVnc1I/AAAAAAAAAho/ji8gqO-xOt4/s320/IMG_0686+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209006871585190738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEocpXZp48I/AAAAAAAAAh4/FkmYGjFy-CM/s1600-h/IMG_0696+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEocpXZp48I/AAAAAAAAAh4/FkmYGjFy-CM/s320/IMG_0696+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209007415989232578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEocbhe3xkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Cmeo3N7UEBw/s1600-h/IMG_0695+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEocbhe3xkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Cmeo3N7UEBw/s320/IMG_0695+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209007178177300034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were drinking as early as 3pm. Haha. Filipinos are the best of friends - wherever you are - you can just easily get along with them plus the fact that we only met that day, it felt like we 've been hanging out ever since ;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got home, I hit the bed - fortunately my little sister woke me up, had a bit of a rush time to still pack my things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time guys, thanks for the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy powers! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post - the whats up on my Ireland trip!!&lt;br /&gt;Be flying 8pm from Gatwick Airport, but be leaving home 2pm &amp;amp; I actually have 8am til 1pm work. Niiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-4743223374244432428?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/4743223374244432428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=4743223374244432428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4743223374244432428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4743223374244432428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/06/shopping-and-friends.html' title='Shopping and Friends'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEob8o5er2I/AAAAAAAAAhg/cwXtAnsdij0/s72-c/IMG_0682+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-829646320042159035</id><published>2008-05-31T17:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:24:08.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PROJECT PROUD FILIPINO VIDEO AD</title><content type='html'>Omgosh. Project Proud Filipino released their video ad and I loooove it. I lose count how many Filipinos joined the project and supported Geloy and they now took the third step - the video ad. Kudos to &lt;a href="http://gfolio.multiply.com/"&gt;Geloy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ryuji18.multiply.com/"&gt;Rui&lt;/a&gt; for the video! Very informative and it gave me goosebumps! Here you goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="420" FLASHVARS="first_video_id=gfolio:video:36&amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;is_owned=1&amp;security=IWl%2Cr38xSHv4bf3o1R5Dyg" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also view this through &lt;a href="http://gfolio.multiply.com/video/item/36/Project_Proud_Filipino_VIDEO_AD?replies_read=3"&gt;Geloy's Multiply website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Again - I'm inviting you to join the Project Proud Filipino. Just give Geloy a buzz and send your photo along with your whole name ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm in the video ad - try to find it. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-829646320042159035?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/829646320042159035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=829646320042159035&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/829646320042159035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/829646320042159035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/05/project-proud-filipino-video-ad.html' title='PROJECT PROUD FILIPINO VIDEO AD'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-513495517801436541</id><published>2008-05-30T23:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:17:32.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna Decena - OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEB8szfatoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZEEZ59IcdCI/s1600-h/madonna_decena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEB8szfatoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZEEZ59IcdCI/s320/madonna_decena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206298278418364034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she didn't get the sympathy from the viewers, as expected. like what simon said, everyone is interested on her life story but the show is all about britain's got talent and not britain's saddest story - they are there to entertain the crowd and not to hear the poor stories the contestant has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, she's not that good really - i ever since said that i'm not fascinated with her voice :-) and hey, she made it to the semi finals - so there should be something about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still delighted that madonna raised our flags - but its britain's got talent. i'm sure you know what i mean ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Kai Reyes&lt;br /&gt;panel of judges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-513495517801436541?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/513495517801436541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=513495517801436541&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/513495517801436541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/513495517801436541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/05/madonna-decena-out.html' title='Madonna Decena - OUT'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SEB8szfatoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZEEZ59IcdCI/s72-c/madonna_decena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5697739936960901613</id><published>2008-05-29T19:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:19:07.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair styled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hair is tortured this month - dyed it to brown, blonde then black again - to give it a go and last shot - I booked in to the salon. Well honestly, My last hair cut was last September '07 - yeps, before I left the Philippines so the fact that my hair grew longer and unmanageable with the same style I decided to have it re-styled. Thanks to Google - you can just search whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after work, I went in Ferndown which is errr 10 mins drive from my place.. Showed to my stylist the photo I printed from the internet (haha I swear - its best to just bring a photo with you. Lessen the discussion and imagination &amp;amp; you'll get what you wanted in the end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the resulllllllllllt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD792DfatnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/TDbtCzMKn1w/s1600-h/mayjune2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD792DfatnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/TDbtCzMKn1w/s320/mayjune2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205877324378715762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the £32 (3,200php) result.&lt;br /&gt;Yeps, Haircut in the UK is 10x expensive than back in the RP - and manicure cost around £20. Being a hairdressers is a big fortune and a high class job. But maaaan, the stylist are usually hot chix. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Goodluck to my every morning regime - I'm sure I need to wake up extra early for proper blow drying ;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to attend the Philippine's Independence day that will be held in Morden Surrey this coming June 8 '08 - but things got really confusing with those who organized the event so than to be stuck at home I booked a flight to Ireland this coming June 7, will be staying in Belfast for 4 nights. Supposed to be I'm flying alone but because my partner in crime canceled her flight to Manila, she'll come with me! I just can't take the excitement out of my head ;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-5697739936960901613?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5697739936960901613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5697739936960901613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5697739936960901613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5697739936960901613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/05/hair-styled.html' title='Hair styled'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD792DfatnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/TDbtCzMKn1w/s72-c/mayjune2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-4813092876990995696</id><published>2008-05-24T20:02:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:54:42.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of boredom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SDhpwDfatkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pdiDwVNWvn0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SDhpwDfatkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pdiDwVNWvn0/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204025643718325826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yessss! I've decided to dye my hair with blonde but it did turn out as light brown.. So okay, everybody liked it.. Not until, it started to get really light every wash - The abrupt comments of the monsters in my house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuya:&lt;/b&gt; Get a different name :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuya:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Rusty&lt;/u&gt; Lopez :D  boy kalawang. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Daaad, si kuya oh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;: Hehe. You look more chinese! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Hmmn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad:&lt;/b&gt; Chinese na gusto maging puti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elize:&lt;/b&gt; Trying hard..  ¬.¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that, we drove down the supermarket to buy a black dye :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye - Light brown hair.. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SDhrrTfatlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/upopZpC00gE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SDhrrTfatlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/upopZpC00gE/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204027761137202770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hello again &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark black&lt;/span&gt; hair,Ü it emphasized my skin color though ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-4813092876990995696?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/4813092876990995696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=4813092876990995696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4813092876990995696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4813092876990995696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/05/out-of-boredom.html' title='Out of boredom..'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SDhpwDfatkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pdiDwVNWvn0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-867334299276232244</id><published>2008-05-19T21:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:42:08.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Legally un-blonde</title><content type='html'>last few days of actually being a student eats me up. never in my life that i bothered myself on exceeding efforts with academic stuffs - its either i stay online during class or just don't turn up at all. never been a big deal for me though - i may be one of the worst attendee in class but i'm pretty sure, i've passed all of it.Ü i'm not struggling but God knows how much i hate the only woman teacher i'm working with - she have the rights to nag on me though - you can count on your finger how many times i attended her class and lectures, uh 8 times out of  9 months? or even less if i spent most of her class browsing in multiply. hehe but what can i do? she just slacks me off or maybe i'm effortless.. she sent out 3 massive coursework for the whole school year and yes, you guessed it right - i didn't do anything Ü well not later today, i did all of her required marks in one sitting. i can really do whatever she want me to do, she's just not worth a cup of tea thats why i'd rather choose staying out of her sight than to hear her freak out time to time trying to teach us something not worthwhile or maybe i'm just being really mean. hehe Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, i went down the dolphin center to pick up the photos a friend asked me to and bought something from boots.. i phoned up my mum to tell her that i bought a different sort of brand cos the one she wanted ran out of stock - she insisted that i should refund it  - oh my days.. so okay, after throwing sighs on her on the phone i went back the shop.. then someone grabbed me on my arm.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Where's my hug?"&lt;/span&gt; guess who.. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SDHMMAoKCDIAAGo1EpY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kaiix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDHMMAoKCDIAAGo1EpY1/ned.jpg?et=9Szds1zLMf4SKydcrHH90A&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yes, after 5 months.. and after long wait, fingers crossed - he suddenly came out unexpectedly.. Ü i love him too bits. i feel sad about the fact that he's one of the bestest buddy i have in college yet he chose to drop off :( the very intellectual match of me. well okay, we didn't go out but it was close - i'm really not into whites, sorry - that maybe made us stick  as a very good friend. nothing more, nothing less. Ü we were trying to catch up with things, and him being really crazy about my love life, its funny how he told me that he knows what i've been up to - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm your stalker, my little asian princess ;-) &lt;/span&gt;niiiiiiiiice. we'll go out soon ned, as i promised. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, got my hair dyed again. it looks blonde on the photo but its not. well okay okay, the label says its light blonde but it didn't turn blonde as i have a dark hair. its more like light brown in person. and i absolutely look different now, even the mates were curiously looking at me figuring out whats new, hehe :-) embrace my new hair colour, i'll get rid of it sooooooon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-867334299276232244?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/867334299276232244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=867334299276232244&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/867334299276232244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/867334299276232244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/05/legally-un-blonde.html' title='Legally un-blonde'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5798899056220562215</id><published>2008-05-17T14:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:20:22.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PROJECT proud FILIPINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SC7Y05cwfqI/AAAAAAAAAgM/URWi60AqBQo/s1600-h/kai+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SC7Y05cwfqI/AAAAAAAAAgM/URWi60AqBQo/s320/kai+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201333022945738402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a multiplier or multiplying? I've found a link from few of my contacts who've joined the PROJECT proud FILIPINO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy - if you're a proud Filipino - JOIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 257 people already! You don't want to be left behind, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just send a photo of you through personal message &lt;a href="http://gfolio.multiply.com/photos/album/113/PROJECT_proud_FILIPINO_III"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; including your name and surname. Or &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you can also send your name and your picture at this email address:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; aquino_angelo@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;picture submission guideline quoted from Geloy: &lt;/span&gt;"please choose a picture that is not grainy and not blurred... if possible shot in good lighting condition... high resolution pictures is also better so it would show more details... since we are cropping it into squares, please choose a picture that will give allowance for your name (please avoid pictures that the face touches the frames of the image)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROUD KA BA SA LAHI MO? &lt;a href="http://gfolio.multiply.com/photos/album/113/PROJECT_proud_FILIPINO_III#10"&gt;I'm here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-5798899056220562215?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5798899056220562215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5798899056220562215&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5798899056220562215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5798899056220562215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/05/project-proud-filipino.html' title='PROJECT proud FILIPINO'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SC7Y05cwfqI/AAAAAAAAAgM/URWi60AqBQo/s72-c/kai+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-666559435335647376</id><published>2008-05-12T19:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:30:35.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is heeeeere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCiMq5cwfpI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5Z144ZXbt3s/s1600-h/IMG_0004+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCiMq5cwfpI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5Z144ZXbt3s/s320/IMG_0004+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199560438403071634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm typing this while bingeing   gummy worms and Fanta twist (and watching my cousin's little daughter play Star Wars in PS3) I had iced cold orange Fanta this morning, chips from Burger King on lunch plus the after eighth milkshake Ate Djhoan gave me this afternoon.  Niiiiiiiiiice - I haven't had a proper meal since when? last last week? I'm too lazy to bug myself to cook or simply raid the fridge to hunt ready meals, the microwave ikai friendly foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I'm dreading the month of April/May as homesickness starting to kick in - as no schools, partying all night, get together, beaches and Boracay back in the Philippines - As much as possible I try not to check my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/kaireyes"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt; nor &lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; account for my friend's updates, they're just making me more jealous with their beach photos or simply an all smile group photos plus the teasing comments of "come home!" Arrgh. ;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But jealous no more! Summer came a month ago but it literally came just a week ago - The whole week finally got rid of the rain, snow and shine! Believe me, UK is the weirdest country that really have 4 season in one day. Weirdest at its fullest! But thank God, Its officially Summerrr and I only have 3 weeks left in College! Grrrreat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I hate is the heat. Heatwave making me ill - I neeeed to buy an electric fan ¬.¬ the weather is steady and hot. But I'm sure Britain's enjoying it - I saw tons of ladies on their bikini in the park - yep, not in the beach :P They're soooo obsessed with tans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the summer's escapade and the thrilling job hunting. Filipino in the UK will be celebrating Philippines Independence Day on June 8 2008 in Morden Park, Surrey. So, lets all get together and celebrate. It should be fun! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-666559435335647376?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/666559435335647376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=666559435335647376&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/666559435335647376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/666559435335647376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/05/summer-is-heeeeere.html' title='Summer is heeeeere!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCiMq5cwfpI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5Z144ZXbt3s/s72-c/IMG_0004+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-974700025593603680</id><published>2008-05-09T18:56:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:24:51.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SC7cbZcwfrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7ySasRMfyvI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SC7cbZcwfrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7ySasRMfyvI/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201336982905585330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my Dad's birthday in the city of London - believe it or not, from the 4 and half years he lives in the UK - its his first time to tour the City. The distance from our place in Dorset going to London is the same distance from Cavite to Manila. He even want to celebrate his day at home but we insist to spend it outside as the weather has beeeeen really hot and amazing ;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fab day - everyone seems up and enjoying the sun, The Hyde park &amp;amp; Buckingham Palace's park was packed with people laying on the grass eating &amp;amp; having good nap. As usual, London also known as global city of the world is jampacked with tourists from different countries - I can count on my fingers how many English people I bumped into - very rare. I feel sad on the fact that this is Britain and there should be more English/British on the city as this is their country - yet, It felt like other country invaded the city. Okay, I'm not speaking on behalf of England as I'm obviously not English and I belong from a third country that came to seek opportunity here - Lets just put it this way - We lives in Manila, but there are more population of different nationality than us Filipino - What can you feel?! But yeah, I'm sure Britain already tackled this issue and there must be answers and reasons for all of this :) &amp;amp; I'm grateful that the UK opened their door for us and treated us very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found my new glory - Photography! I'm a newbie on this world and I enjoyed it. Today, I realized that its fun taking photos of other's than be the one in it and that photography is hard yet fulfilling. Here are few of my shots:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCSb2Qvg4eI/AAAAAAAAAfs/aJHZK82cbZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCSb2Qvg4eI/AAAAAAAAAfs/aJHZK82cbZ8/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198451226401890786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCSc6Qvg4fI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QlnQMVti8cA/s1600-h/IMG_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCSc6Qvg4fI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QlnQMVti8cA/s320/IMG_0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198452394632995314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCSZhgvg4dI/AAAAAAAAAfk/T4pNjg0Ng7I/s1600-h/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCSZhgvg4dI/AAAAAAAAAfk/T4pNjg0Ng7I/s320/IMG_0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198448670896349650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not too bad for a first timer - I think? and thanks for my brother for lending me his DSLR and be my model, hehe.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after, we went in Knightsbridge to meet Budjie Campos - he arrived in the UK a week ago as his fiance is here, OMG - Ate Lowi is preeeeettyyyyy and super Niiiiice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like her&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCSfrwvg4gI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bPbWfK-2IRc/s1600-h/IMG_0080+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCSfrwvg4gI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bPbWfK-2IRc/s320/IMG_0080+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198455444059775490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kuya Budj sa pasalubong, Boy Bawang &amp;amp; Goldilock's polvoron, Yummm! ;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, It was tiring yet fun day for the family. I looooove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-974700025593603680?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/974700025593603680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=974700025593603680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/974700025593603680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/974700025593603680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/05/london-ing.html' title='London-ing'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SC7cbZcwfrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7ySasRMfyvI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-647167203102230389</id><published>2008-05-07T19:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:22:26.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashleigh Apparel - Ladies Hoodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH9e_F9-UI/AAAAAAAAAec/vT_VlUDStX8/s1600-h/ashapparel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH9e_F9-UI/AAAAAAAAAec/vT_VlUDStX8/s400/ashapparel3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197714153736632642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$40 only - Super ganda quality ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to order, contact &lt;a href="http://ashleighonline.multiply.com/photos/album/75/Ashleigh_Apparel_beta?replies_read=26"&gt;ashleigh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the set of ash's &lt;a href="http://ashleighonline.multiply.com/photos/album/75/Ashleigh_Apparel_beta?replies_read=26"&gt;photos ..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash also do tats &amp;amp; designs tattoo in an affordable price- contact &lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/"&gt;ME&lt;/a&gt; for price and discounts - hehe ;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH_rPF9-WI/AAAAAAAAAes/u7AeRN7Zrts/s1600-h/DSCN2792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH_rPF9-WI/AAAAAAAAAes/u7AeRN7Zrts/s320/DSCN2792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197716563213285730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH_lvF9-VI/AAAAAAAAAek/56x0L75WRWM/s1600-h/DSCN2572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH_lvF9-VI/AAAAAAAAAek/56x0L75WRWM/s320/DSCN2572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197716468724005202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH_0_F9-YI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_lFXvzGiEmo/s1600-h/DSCN2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH_0_F9-YI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_lFXvzGiEmo/s320/DSCN2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197716730717010306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH_xPF9-XI/AAAAAAAAAe0/vWOtefJFUP4/s1600-h/DSCN2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH_xPF9-XI/AAAAAAAAAe0/vWOtefJFUP4/s320/DSCN2733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197716666292500850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCIAXPF9-aI/AAAAAAAAAfM/xNbXq9p9G2w/s1600-h/whitecopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCIAXPF9-aI/AAAAAAAAAfM/xNbXq9p9G2w/s320/whitecopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197717319127529890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashleighonline.multiply.com/photos/album/75/Ashleigh_Apparel_beta"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LET'S ALL SUPPORT PINOY TATTOO ARTIST ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-647167203102230389?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/647167203102230389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=647167203102230389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/647167203102230389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/647167203102230389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/05/ashleigh-apparel-ladies-hoodie.html' title='Ashleigh Apparel - Ladies Hoodie'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SCH9e_F9-UI/AAAAAAAAAec/vT_VlUDStX8/s72-c/ashapparel3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-7529799583191068274</id><published>2008-05-01T20:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:10:35.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Twenty Times a Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="icon" width="96"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/reviews/item/17"&gt;Twenty times a Lady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="position: relative; float: right; margin-left: 5px;" src="http://images.kaiix.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/SBoVFwoKCDIAACujC2g1/book.gif?et=%2Bkjwy2hvdMz%2Cb3Q0AdhdCA&amp;amp;nmid=93934688" border="0" height="236" width="192" /&gt;&lt;table style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 5px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="70"&gt;Category:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Books&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="90"&gt;Genre: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Romance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Author:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Karyn Bosnak&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="kaiix" author_possessive="kaiix's"&gt;What's your number? They key question of Delilah's journey seeking for the twenty men he had sex with. She had limit herself with 20 men and the last spot was supposed to be for the one who'll she'll marry - yet she reached the 20 but still no sign of love, this made her go and track down her past lovers hoping one of them must be the "one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went through a lot of stalker session to find out what happened and keep in touch with her former lovers - joining a gym, walking the dog, visiting a jail, checking into a rehab, enrolling in a cookery course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. yet in the end, she realized that number don't matter at all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;General comment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a great chick book, very easy to engage with - realistic and has the sense of humor :-) its like understanding whats the future on your present  - we don't know whats ahead for us. One of Delilah's stint lover became a priest, the one that come out as gay ended up in prison.. Exciting? Yes. Often wondered what happened on your ex? Go have a read ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-7529799583191068274?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/7529799583191068274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=7529799583191068274&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7529799583191068274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7529799583191068274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/05/review-twenty-times-lady.html' title='Review: Twenty Times a Lady'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-3005645719374141759</id><published>2008-04-27T22:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:05:45.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>STATUS: BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SBT26s8k9OI/AAAAAAAAAeE/0_4lIp4l9UA/s1600-h/funnyface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SBT26s8k9OI/AAAAAAAAAeE/0_4lIp4l9UA/s320/funnyface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194047758623110370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I'm literally "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;busy as hell&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of how my week goes, routinely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; - College classes, 9am (I wake up 6am cos it usually takes me 2 hrs to prepare &amp;amp; an hr to travel..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - College again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - Work starts by 8am, Driving lesson right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - Work starts by 8am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; - College classes 9am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; - Work starts by 7am *ye know how hard to wake up by 5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; - Work 7am til 7pm - 12 hours dude ;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; - College again then schedule goes the same as Week 1 until Week 4 then pay-day then another 4 weeks then payday again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy but its okay - aside from one big thing, My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleeping problem&lt;/span&gt; - I need more sleep but because of stress and follow up duties the next day - I lost track of the date, Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went straight home to catch up with my sleep cos I'll be working 7am the next day, went to bed around 2pm - My sister knocked and showed up with her uniform on - I hurriedly stood up and took my bathrobe ran going to the bathroom bumped to my mum and asked her to phone my workplace as I'll be late for whatever reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they both looked at me and showed me the clock - its only 3pm. My sister just got home from school!! I thought its already 9am that she's about to live for school and that I'm freaking late for my next day work. Good grief! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm getting crazy&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example was when I sent Ate Djhoan an SMS, asking if she'll be free the next day cos I'll be in college and I might drop her the letters I received from the mobile company after my classes.. She replied with "Sunday tomorrow, may pasok ka?" Geeeeez. I'm too young to be like this! Mygad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 19, Please Lord, Don't take me yet! I don't have any idea why I'm torturing myself like this - I have met Filipinos the same age as me down the town the other day and they're all lavishing themselves on just hanging out, clubbing and just studying - and I'm here studying plus working hard ;| But, I earn more than a bank manager in the Philippines - so why not?? Hehe. Yun nga lang, I don't get to hangout as much as they can ;| I'll soon get my time, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop complaining, I've asked for this and this is the only way I know that would give me chance to explore the both side of worlds at the same time.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have things I want to buy, places I want to see, dreams I want to reach.. that only the bit of hardship will do the trick :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Errr.. Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/28132995-3005645719374141759?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/3005645719374141759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=3005645719374141759&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3005645719374141759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3005645719374141759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/status-busy.html' title='STATUS: BUSY'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SBT26s8k9OI/AAAAAAAAAeE/0_4lIp4l9UA/s72-c/funnyface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1211751606345942556</id><published>2008-04-20T17:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:08:20.699+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipina in Britain's Got Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8RbNez044io&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8RbNez044io&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A Filipina's spotlight in Britain's Got Talent :)&lt;br /&gt;Its actually an English colleague who informed me about it. Hmmn. &lt;br /&gt;Standing ovation baby! What dyou think? I'm not really fascinated with her voice, but goodluck to her though.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1211751606345942556?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1211751606345942556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1211751606345942556&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1211751606345942556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1211751606345942556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/filipina-in-britains-got-talent.html' title='Filipina in Britain&apos;s Got Talent'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1201497391059200412</id><published>2008-04-19T23:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:23:33.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We can still be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SAqLQ3gj91I/AAAAAAAAAd8/8_CbQ5dYTKQ/s1600-h/nerdikai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SAqLQ3gj91I/AAAAAAAAAd8/8_CbQ5dYTKQ/s320/nerdikai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191114642392610642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Baby cause in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can't see shiny cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And that's when you need me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With you I'll always share"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a weird state of feeling - tell me, is this natural? Pushing myself out of the "feeling" I ever since craved to feel again? Or there's another good explanation why I'm on the state of questioning myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the butterflies again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screw.&lt;/span&gt; I'm on a dumb shell. It made my world go round, and smiled a bit more.. Its the same feeling when I started devoting myself into the new interest and forgotten the past.. Same feeling, yet different way. This second, I still get stuck with deep sigh and tears whenever I get to read my &lt;a href="http://www.kaireyes.com/2007_09_01_archive.html"&gt;old entries,&lt;/a&gt;  of course how inlove I was ;-) This time, tears with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no regrets and hopeful acts&lt;/span&gt;. Just appreciation of having someone to sacrifice something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest - not to mention the real intensity - I don't feel any love for us aside from being friends (and I don't need to lie, fyi). And its hard to let go of our friendship and for me to keep going with my life. I guess, being friends with your ex is plain hard as it is impossible. Well, I'm trying to make it possible - but when he started questioning me why I've been busy and didn't care to message him - I can't tell him straight that because - I don't bother as much as I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do care.&lt;/span&gt; I still care. He's one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second thing who knows me next to my best friend&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; I believe he treats me like one - he'd  been open to me - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something no one thought he possessed in a well structured life he have&lt;/span&gt;, I'm pretty sure - I'm one of the few who knows. &amp;amp; I'm praying for the best, just how we both asked for strength - the least we could ask out of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a crap on what happened before anymore. I've let go of us already. I have nothing to deal aside from our friendship I wanted to keep. I heard something, that we have an unfinished business &amp;amp; I won't be keeping it long - What should happen, will happen and I'm not closing my door to possibilities &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; - I'll be enjoying the fly with the free butterflies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the least favor I could give to myself. &amp;amp; I'm hoping - he could take and accept it well - as much as I accepted his new love interest. I mean, its my turn now, Right? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*.. Sorry for the weird entry. Its the product of too much sleep. ¬.¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1201497391059200412?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1201497391059200412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1201497391059200412&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1201497391059200412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1201497391059200412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/we-can-still-be.html' title='We can still be..'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SAqLQ3gj91I/AAAAAAAAAd8/8_CbQ5dYTKQ/s72-c/nerdikai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2948969749678063918</id><published>2008-04-18T20:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:06:53.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony Ericsson P1i Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="icon" width="96"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/reviews/item/13"&gt;P1i&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="position: relative; float: right; margin-left: 5px;" src="http://images.kaiix.multiply.com/image/6/photos/upload/300x300/SAjvUQoKCDIAAEvNFCY1/P1i_frontandside_image_silver%7Eblack.png?et=QK9KiYAogvMalnUSwA5AEg&amp;amp;nmid=91841716" border="0" height="300" width="230" /&gt;&lt;table style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 5px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="70"&gt;Category:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Computers &amp;amp; Electronics&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="90"&gt;Product Type: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cell-phones&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Manufacturer:  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sony Ericsson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="kaiix" author_possessive="kaiix's"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro's:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch screen, Stylus pen and touch keyboard is cool. 3.2 Megapixel camera with flash produce a good quality photo - very handy. Comes up with a 512mb memory card and uses an SD micro memory card up to 1GB to 8GB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Infrared, Bluetooth, Synchronisation PC, USB mass storage and my favorite - WLAN :) I could go wi-fi wherever there's a hot spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the entertainment part, I found FM radio useful. I planned to buy a Radio shutter for my iPod that could cost me £30+, goodthing I didn't ;) Also have video streaming, video clip, and Java :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its powered with Symbian Operating system, and have handwriting recognition. On the business-front, the P1i is fully featured beast. Quickoffice makes mastering documents simple, and a built-in PDF viewer is handy too. Top marks have to go to Sony Ericsson's business card scanner. This is the first Sony Ericsson smart phone that supports Apple Macs using iSync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thicker and a bit more bulkier than Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony p1i suits business people on managing email on the go, and as of other reviews I've read - its usually a bad idea to mix business and pleasure, but the P1i manages it with ease, and unlike other handsets, takes both tasks as seriously as each other. Sony Ericsson have pulled out all the stops to make this mighty smartphone a true contender for BlackBerry's crown ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mine - Can't get enough whenever I hear my ring tone, I prefer to dance with it than to answer the call. Haha ;j Also, got a free 12 month Way finder subscription free, Road trip, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile price ranges: £200 - £250&lt;br /&gt;Mobile companies offers monthly £17- £35 a month for 12 or 18 months term contract, then you'll get the phone free :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2948969749678063918?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2948969749678063918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2948969749678063918&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2948969749678063918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2948969749678063918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/sony-ericsson-p1i-review.html' title='Sony Ericsson P1i Review'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2914039359445441078</id><published>2008-04-17T20:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:31:38.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviewed: The witch of Portobello</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="icon" width="72"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Review" title="Review" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/reviews.png" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/reviews/item/14"&gt;The witch of Portobello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="position: relative; float: right; margin-left: 5px;" src="http://images.kaiix.multiply.com/image/4/photos/upload/300x300/SAj1AAoKCDIAADngA981/WitchPortobello-767359.jpg?et=ZWW78h%2Cuc5VV5eVMsCOPiA&amp;amp;nmid=91843216" border="0" height="300" width="198" /&gt;&lt;table style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 5px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="70"&gt;Category:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Books&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="90"&gt;Genre: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mystery &amp;amp; Thrillers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Author:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="kaiix" author_possessive="kaiix's"&gt;Athena - The saint and the demon. The loser and the winner, when she learned to fill the spaces in her life, the more she became dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out the mystery on her murdered death by the interviews and narrations of people she live, worked with and met by chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my first time to read a story in a narrative way, Honestly, It bores me at first as I don't have any clue until it gets interesting as you turn the pages and discover more of Athena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of unusual yet powerful Coelho's novel - but I'll be giving it 3 stars - some readers might find it difficult to understand  and just stopped reading it. But its worth a read - just patience. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2914039359445441078?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2914039359445441078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2914039359445441078&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2914039359445441078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2914039359445441078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/witch-of-portobello-sony-ericsson-p1i.html' title='Reviewed: The witch of Portobello'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-778787193834850804</id><published>2008-04-09T19:34:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:36:18.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Update: Long entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went to work with a smile :)&lt;/span&gt; I had a good morning, knowing that soon enough - I'll be able to finish my stressing credit card bill in no time and I won't be thinking another debts to pay. Nothing as relieving seeing your monthly credit card bill completely blank. I won't be using my credit card anymore, Promise. Promise. Promise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was frustrating these past months&lt;/span&gt; when I had to live with just enough money for bus fare ticket just to get in college, no food for break time, no money for shopping. Thinking that I sacrificed my vices to cope with money issues for 3 months &amp;amp; I did it. I'm so proud whenever I proved something that I don't usually do. No more debts problem doesn't mean, I'm free to get back on my over spending vices. I still have to pay for my driving and my residency visa. Well, it won't be as hard as it was anyway. Still, it made me happy! Relief. Whew!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It snowed last Sunday!&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; It was overly pretty :D I still can't get enough with the fact that it snowed here down south. The last snow was around 2002. Even my English boss was staring out the window looking very amazed. Haha. Its weird as Britain already switched for day light saving time, Officially Summer! &amp;amp; only 7 hours behind Manila Time. Snow on summer time?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_0SSrAHGbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/J2p75niCwQE/s1600-h/IMG_1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_0SSrAHGbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/J2p75niCwQE/s320/IMG_1609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187322457790814642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[View from our Kitchen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can I exage things when I'll shout out loud that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll be home on May?&lt;/span&gt;.. May '09 ! Haha! A friend rang me, telling me that he'll be home this July. &amp;amp; I insisted that he should come home with me next year summer, and we were like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohmygad we'll finally get our ass in Boracay and party wild - Philippines style!&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha. Then we kept giggling, even browsed the internet to check how much plane ticket internationally and domestic cost would be. Can I start my countdown today? 12 months . . . Ah it feels like tomorrow! Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_0efbAHGcI/AAAAAAAAAds/uZP-gBjCgoc/s1600-h/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_0efbAHGcI/AAAAAAAAAds/uZP-gBjCgoc/s320/36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187335870973680066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[@ Uncle's hacienda - Philippines]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer is here&lt;/span&gt; and Kenneth bought a ticket going to London along with Pearl &amp;amp; Jane for the Filipino Festival. More Filipinos means More hotties! Haha. Kidding. I doubt that. I'll be meeting tons of my online buddies! Tiffy, Paupau, Ate Rea, Meckay &amp;amp; more! I'm now searching for hotel accommodations, We've been to Holiday Inn Heatrow but it was like around nowhere. Does anyone know where we could rent for 4 persons? Family room, much better in an affordable amount, of course. Yay! Can't wait for Bru!!! I guess we're one of the maarte people on Earth! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I felt really lonely lately&lt;/span&gt;, But receiving messages from this two guy wherein I admit, I don't reply as much as I could in every single day - they thought of me, not missing a single message everyday. I feel so touched. &amp;amp; I'm sure I should give them my attention - we won't know how  it feels until they left, Right? Its not about playing, its about appreciating they're effort. ;) I should get out of the habit of not replying. I'm such a lazy texter ;| But to this two guy, thank you so much, For checking me out time to time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm back to College!&lt;/span&gt; Yehey not. Yehey yes. I have too much completion but its been a real while since I last saw my mates. Too bad, Ned isnt back yet :( Sad* I don't know what went to his mind, he just didn't bother at all. He's crazy. I'm starting to hate him yet I misses him :( I missed us - Liu, Me, Sam &amp;amp; Ned. Arrgh. Kid, come backkkk!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_0gRbAHGdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7lMJo1OYeoI/s1600-h/IMG_1631+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_0gRbAHGdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7lMJo1OYeoI/s320/IMG_1631+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187337829478767058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Me &amp;amp; Chris Gil, 1st day Summer term.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh by the way, I received a phone call about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the last interview&lt;/span&gt; I had, too bad I didn't get through, in an obvious reason - I can't start by this month as I'm still in College ;| But it was a fun thrilling to do, I now know how it feels! ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought 3 books by Jane Austen! 3 books for only £5! Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway people, Keep in touch! I'll be just around! Have to do my stuffs first ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-778787193834850804?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/778787193834850804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=778787193834850804&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/778787193834850804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/778787193834850804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/happy-update-long-entry.html' title='Happy Update: Long entry.'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_0SSrAHGbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/J2p75niCwQE/s72-c/IMG_1609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-7738334612101909013</id><published>2008-04-06T00:29:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:15:36.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Hardcore Vanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=kaiix:video:68&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="320" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Vanity to the maximum power! Hahaha! Sorry^^,&lt;br /&gt;But at least, Its a proof that I'm real and I do really exist. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I've done one Vlog inspired by Ash &amp;amp; it was hilarious and crazy thats why I had to set it in private. I might do one "formal" and presentable Vlog as soon as I get a good entertaining topic or whenever I learned how to do splits or tumblings, hehe kidding.  Suggestions, anyone? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy laughing at this video! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I welcome hate mails, just don't expect me to publish it! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Edit: I don't know why I uploaded this, I think my kabaliwan attacked last night! Tawa ako ng tawa and at the same time nakakahiya while watching this! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-7738334612101909013?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/7738334612101909013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=7738334612101909013&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7738334612101909013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7738334612101909013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/warning-hardcore-vanity.html' title='Warning: Hardcore Vanity'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-255200557890234005</id><published>2008-04-05T12:54:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:59:03.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss: I need a freaking ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mentor - the Dyosa is in Bournemouth! For a 3 day trip :) Haven t seen her since December! The party and the vibe! The RedBull and vodka didn't made me sleep the whole night ;( I hanged out with the pretty people  - My partner in crime, Djhoan. The gorgeous half English/Pinay = Beth &amp;amp; Cathy. and course, my super kaduper mentor and Dyosa, Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm the youngest &amp;amp; the only Single. Hmm. I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should wear a freaking ring next time I go out?!&lt;/span&gt; That could shoo every guy that came up and danced with me. They're actually looking on each lady's hand if they're wearing a ring and cos the girls I'm with are all taken, they all have the magic hand to show off and I don't ;| It was so irritating - I mean, Okay I'm there to party with people but when they started dancing mad in front of you and didn't stop from asking your number, its plain annoying ;| &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's this guy who I danced with and asked for my digits - and just to be polite I typed in  counting 11 random numbers and saved my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; name as "Jade"&lt;/span&gt; haha - then he said bye - after a while, he came up on me again - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telling me that I gave him the wrong number as he tried to phone it and talked to an old man.&lt;/span&gt; Haha! Arghh. But course, I still didn't give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't want your number (no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't want to give you mine and (no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't want to meet you nowhere (no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't want none of your time and (no)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - No scrubs; TLC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't be friend pervs. &lt;/span&gt;plus, we can dance and party with every guy we'll meet in the clubs but its always be just for a night and thats it. No more contacts and connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More of this on my &lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply account&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eRuE5ShtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZrtZuWYOYzc/s1600-h/IMG_1562+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eRuE5ShtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZrtZuWYOYzc/s320/IMG_1562+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185773716714456786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eS9U5ShxI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mi5fZxsLVYg/s1600-h/IMG_1569+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eS9U5ShxI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mi5fZxsLVYg/s320/IMG_1569+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185775078219089682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eSIU5ShwI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5dtrs4rBTZY/s1600-h/IMG_1574+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eSIU5ShwI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5dtrs4rBTZY/s320/IMG_1574+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185774167686022914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eRlk5ShsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ULIopqsK_H4/s1600-h/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eRlk5ShsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ULIopqsK_H4/s320/IMG_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185773570685568706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eR7U5ShvI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YNA4M7Lu_oo/s1600-h/IMG_1579+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eR7U5ShvI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YNA4M7Lu_oo/s320/IMG_1579+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185773944347723506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eRzk5ShuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/T9mWzGLL0wU/s1600-h/IMG_1564+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eRzk5ShuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/T9mWzGLL0wU/s320/IMG_1564+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185773811203737314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But well, it was a fun night in Bliss - Hip hop and RnB, the House music started by around 2am, there we decided to leave the club as Lizzy's heels started to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to go back to reality. My classes will resume this coming Monday and I have extra duty at work during my day-offs in College sooo basically, I'll be having no day-offs in a week ;( Oh well, I only have 8 weeks in College anyway. But err, I'm not ready yet ;| I actually had 3 weeks off! I know, right? Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-255200557890234005?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/255200557890234005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=255200557890234005&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/255200557890234005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/255200557890234005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/bliss-i-need-freaking-ring.html' title='Bliss: I need a freaking ring.'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_eRuE5ShtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZrtZuWYOYzc/s72-c/IMG_1562+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2171283755704378605</id><published>2008-04-03T19:15:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:11:51.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Litol Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_UkuE5ShrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WF1Xyi9AEnQ/s1600-h/elizeme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_UkuE5ShrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WF1Xyi9AEnQ/s320/elizeme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185090919993607858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I played the role of being the bunso (baby girl) of the family for 10 years. I get what I want and I always get into a fight with my Kuya who's only 2 years older. Well not anymore. We grew out of it like everybody does. Isn't it amazing when there's a little one in the family? - Even my Parents and Kuya calls me 'Ate'. I have more responsibility but glad that they considered me as someone who could look after things. Sucks sometimes - that I have to sacrifice partying out at night just to look after my little sister o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just went out with my sister - I took her out for shopping - a little award for being one of the top in the class. She always takes the head teacher's award every week (highest award in school) . She's really competitive when it comes to Excellencies - my oh so opposite. Go, ask her what her inspiration to work hard and fight is? Cos &lt;b&gt;she's the only Filipina in her school&lt;/b&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yes, she can still speak &lt;b&gt;solid straight Tagalog&lt;/b&gt;, that’s what I love and proud about her. She can adapt and learn new stuffs easily. Her purity on not forgetting the native tongue and the English accent she grew up into. My dad even teased her why she's not slang (in speaking Tagalog) like every other kid who grew up abroad does - (she was only 4 years old when she moved here. Hmm. TFC, maybe? Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: As I'm not their baby anymore.. The legality to have a boy friend is approved. Hahahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2171283755704378605?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2171283755704378605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2171283755704378605&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2171283755704378605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2171283755704378605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/litol-sister.html' title='The Litol Sister'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_UkuE5ShrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WF1Xyi9AEnQ/s72-c/elizeme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2181943384308355463</id><published>2008-04-02T17:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:30:20.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Grand Central</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys! I just wanna share this super cool experiment by www.ImproveEverywhere.com where over 200 people freeze in a place on cue in Grand Central Station in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing. Don't you think??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2181943384308355463?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2181943384308355463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2181943384308355463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2181943384308355463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2181943384308355463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/frozen-grand-central.html' title='Frozen Grand Central'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-7823786766414652503</id><published>2008-04-02T13:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:26:35.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken's Bestfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_OEPE5ShqI/AAAAAAAAAck/-elN9paXUKo/s1600-h/bb12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_OEPE5ShqI/AAAAAAAAAck/-elN9paXUKo/s320/bb12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184632990580508322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b class="asinTitle"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;Book: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="asinTitle"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You: The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt; Greg Behrendt &amp;amp; Liz Tuccillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This used to be my best friend when I was on my bitter moment.. Yeh, I'm like every other girl who tasted the bitter part of being in love. Got through with it though. Hooray! hehe. So thought of sharing the harsh slapping reality lines that probably could help you open your mind and cheer you up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheaters never prosper. (Because&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; they suck&lt;/span&gt;.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A cheater only &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;cheats himself&lt;/span&gt;, because he doesn't get to be with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your only responsibility in someone else's lapse in judgment is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If he only wants to see you, talk to you, have sex with you, etc, when he's inebriated, it ain't love - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's sport&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bad boys are actually bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drinking and drug use are not a path to one's innermost feelings. Otherwise people wouldn't smash empty beer cans against their skulls or stick their fingers in fire to see if they can feel anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't feel like you're rushing, why are you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't need&lt;/span&gt; to be reminded that you're great"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a guy out there who's going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really happy&lt;/span&gt; that you didn't get back together with your crappy ex-boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't give him the chance to reject you again. Let his mother yell at him. You're too busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No answer is your answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not easily forgotten. Let him find you when he's ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You already have one asshole.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You don't need another&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm telling you - I feel really weird posting this entry - Hmm. Maybe cos of the fact that I'm okay now. But for another advice (okay, another one..) to whoever's in this bitter state .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's time to cross the road. Life's far too short to be sour faced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-7823786766414652503?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/7823786766414652503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=7823786766414652503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7823786766414652503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7823786766414652503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/heartbrokens-bestfriend.html' title='Heartbroken&apos;s Bestfriend!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_OEPE5ShqI/AAAAAAAAAck/-elN9paXUKo/s72-c/bb12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5561618791112001056</id><published>2008-04-01T13:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:16:06.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Impression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A then boyfriend once asked me what he should wear or blah when I'm about to introduce him to my family - "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever. It doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;" He gave me a look and said ".&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. first impressions last..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I guess, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he's right&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where people started judging you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its how you look like, you carry yourself, the car you drive, the way you said Hi, the way you walk and the way you look on their eyes. Simplest thing that you never thought of making fuss actually give a big impact to your personality or the people you're trying to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get the first bad impression its hard to win it back. Well course, depends on the people you met. Some of them, will avoid you. Or if lucky, there are open minded person who'll give you the second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always get a bad impression - people think I'm unapproachable which is far from my real personality. If only they know how crazy I can be ;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_I6X05ShoI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NcHOPek15CQ/s1600-h/kaibaliw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_I6X05ShoI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NcHOPek15CQ/s320/kaibaliw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184270302067197570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One experience I remember was when I went back in Phils. I was being really friendly-friendly when I was introduced to my friend's new friend. I even, gave them a beso-beso, smiled and accommodate them in the best that I can - yet, they're like a stone with no initial reaction at all. I even found it weird when they can't act "natural" when I'm around. Ohh people! What's up? I don't bite! and I'm not the richie rich pretty chick across the block to just snob you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well - Maybe, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I showed them too much friendliness that they felt left out from the crowd&lt;/span&gt; (?) or they just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't like me at all&lt;/span&gt;. Nice, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really please people as we all have our own beliefs but as much as we can - lets give them a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real cool first impression&lt;/span&gt; of yourself and at least, be natural. and the bestest bit? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAKISAMA!&lt;/span&gt; (the word says it all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: Arr. I saw an old classmate during elementary in friendster, so I sent her a friend request then a private message, hoping that we could catch up or just to randomnly say that hey i still remember you- but I think they're not interested or don't like me or maybe nahihiya lang (?) ano ba naman yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-5561618791112001056?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5561618791112001056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5561618791112001056&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5561618791112001056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5561618791112001056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/04/first-impression.html' title='The First Impression'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R_I6X05ShoI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NcHOPek15CQ/s72-c/kaibaliw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-800453844046868236</id><published>2008-03-28T18:03:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:28:24.604Z</updated><title type='text'>First Formal Job Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I applied in National Health Service (NHS) via &lt;a href="http://nhs.co.uk/careers"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt; - It wasn't the job I really liked but for whatever's sake, I actually filled the form and has been called for an interview. Its very unusual for me cos I'm such a nuisance when it comes to Job hunting, I know I did pass my Curriculum Vitae  in every recruiting agency I found in &lt;a href="http://google.co.uk/"&gt;google&lt;/a&gt; - but I didn't  specifically look for a job. Would you believe that I submitted my form on this Job opening on its actual closing date? &amp;amp; I'm called for an interview. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and very excited as it'll be my first formal interview. I had my hair dyed, went to buy an at least a formal top,  bought my first ever watch,  curled my hair and wore an extra heels. You guessed it right, I looked more like going in a party ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-1E_05ShmI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9WsyHOtZJHQ/s1600-h/curl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-1E_05ShmI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9WsyHOtZJHQ/s320/curl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182874609494689378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-1FMU5ShnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Z6h7IyU14Hc/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-1FMU5ShnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Z6h7IyU14Hc/s320/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182874824243054194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose count how much I said "Bahala na si Batman.." to myself.. I kept saying it over and over til I finally went inside the interview room with the interview panel - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Business Manager &amp;amp; the Supervisor&lt;/span&gt;. They first stated the Job description - time shifting then head on with the interview. They even offered me a glass of water if ever I'm too nervous and needed a drink to breathe (?) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can die any minute now - It'll be worst than the tooth extraction I had last week&lt;/span&gt;-  said to myself. But no, I have to be confident. Win or Lose - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should never look dumb on this people's eye.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats being Filipina for-  if I can't show off my gracious confidence?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I smiled. I listened very well. I nod and showed my enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions are mainly about my current job experience which is I admit - far enough on this job I'm applying for. What would they expect on a  19 year old student? I can't be an instant executive. I'm absolutely noob when she asked me what's my weakness.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys are my weakness. &lt;/span&gt;Haha Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ahh.. Errr..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't have any weaknesses, I'm tough as rock but I cant say I'm perfect, can I?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hmm.. Prolly my accent.. Ye, maybe my accent. I'm afraid they might not get what I'm talking about.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/span&gt; Ohh yeah cos you have a twang.. Are you American?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The American issue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I look like an American to you Madam?!&lt;/span&gt; Definitely not. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its just that American English is our 2nd language in the Philippines."&lt;/span&gt; The accent should be the most noticeable thing about me especially if you're British &amp;amp; The worst thing for me as I sometimes jumbled my words with British and American English accent together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strange. &lt;/span&gt;I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/span&gt; What would you react if someone discriminates you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Well - first, I'll still treat her nicely. I won't deal with her in an aggressive way but if she went to the extent that its really offensive - I'll report her to the head supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded. Then she nodded again and smiled on my answers. The only thing I'm worried about is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt;. I think - they wanted a full time employee but because I still have 3 months left in College - they asked me if I want to hold my application and just wait til I finish my school year. I said I could do part time jobs  - "if ever"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well.. As I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bahala na si Batman.."&lt;/span&gt; If this job is for me, whatever it takes - It'll be mine. Not if not. :) I'm not expecting for this one.. but at least, my first formal job interview went really well and exciting. It only lasted for 15 minutes plus the IT test I had after the interview where I got 90% correct missile questions. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to everyone who'll be having their Job interview: Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be confident&lt;/span&gt;. Say what you know. Be honest - never brag things that you can't really do. &amp;amp; Think - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipinos are not born to look dumb&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show our skills&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flaunt our talents!&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't forget to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone needed a secretary? Hire me! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever youre curious - I applied as a Patient Contact Call handler in NHS Primary Care Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-800453844046868236?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/800453844046868236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=800453844046868236&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/800453844046868236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/800453844046868236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/03/first-formal-job-interview.html' title='First Formal Job Interview'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-1E_05ShmI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9WsyHOtZJHQ/s72-c/curl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5539919593408194416</id><published>2008-03-24T16:43:00.017Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:38:23.797Z</updated><title type='text'>LOVELIFE 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-gnB05ShkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/wnaKx19rDtg/s1600-h/1_513637746l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-gnB05ShkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/wnaKx19rDtg/s320/1_513637746l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181434283622041154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HqMgNReyin"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HqMgNReyin" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Why don’t you have a gf/bf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; its in the matter of timing and the person i'll be with :) rushing doesn't help at all. it'll just turn so gay in the end. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TidBits:&lt;/span&gt; Parents sometimes matching me with their Friend's son. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Is it better to be single or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;committed? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; neither. both have ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What are the disadvantages of being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; no free dinner treats, driving your way home alone (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no boyfriend means no driver&lt;/span&gt;), no mushy sms and missing the sweet non-sense talk every night. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What are the advantages of being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; dating and weighing potential soon to be boyfriend as much as you can. haha :) the freedom, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Why do you think some people remain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Do you think it is easier for man&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or woman to be single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; i go for woman. man can move on really quick, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Why did you think some people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prefer to be single?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;different views in life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Do you think that there is a soul mate somewhere for everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What do people think about a woman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in her 30s who is single?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; fussy, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What do people think about a man&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in his 30s who is single?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;only few woman left single. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Would you like to be single all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your life? Why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;course not. i want to have someone who'll explore and travel the world with me. and still smile and hold me while in the weakest peak of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Do you think that single people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like being single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; hmmm.. maybe. maybe not. who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Are you happy right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; i'm okay. steady life. i have things to do and things to accomplish so something to look forward to. if time came that i reached my goal and still single, i'll prolly start bothering myself. haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-5539919593408194416?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5539919593408194416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5539919593408194416&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5539919593408194416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5539919593408194416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/03/ikais-question-and-answer.html' title='LOVELIFE 101'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-gnB05ShkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/wnaKx19rDtg/s72-c/1_513637746l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-925221971951285703</id><published>2008-03-20T20:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:21:57.485Z</updated><title type='text'>INDAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LT3k5ShiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/A_Z5-m-yE2A/s1600-h/17249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LT3k5ShiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/A_Z5-m-yE2A/s320/17249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179935473179723298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My easter break started last Tuesday and have to kick back on the 7th of April. Hoooray! Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kai,Clean the house ha, the plumber will be here by 6pm.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kai, cook something for lunch. Or put the pizza in the oven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kai, tidy up! tidy up the table.. and wash the dishes.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kai, I'm leaving for work na, I already set the washing machine up to dry.. Hang it when it stop. Okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum - Dad?.. I'll get my name change tomorrow.. I think the name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDAY&lt;/span&gt; suits me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far more to the life I'm used back home with maids and yaya`s to clean up the house, wash the dishes, wash my clothes, hang it, iron it, cook my breakfast, lunch and dinner - fix my packed lunch, send me to school, pick me up from school and do non-stop cleaning.. I gained so much respect on them when I started doing the things by my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don't respect them before - but what can you expect from a kiddo to appreciate every little thing her yaya did for her?! All I know, we pay them to do things we hate. I had uncountable yaya since I was born and because the parents are the typical busy bee - I &amp;amp; My Kuya had to be looked after by a well trusted person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagine that they only get paid in a minimum wage (in RP) but they literally do all the chores in one day and some of them get maltreated pa. Grabe. I can't stand a job like this. but we're not that rich to afford a yaya in the UK. Only the Beckhams and the Queen can afford Maids. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tamad but I'm trying to pick up the line and do things without Mum dictating me.. plus I don't know how to cook. Not even boiled rice. I can fry eggs though.. hehe. I'm not ready to be introduced to a guy's parents that would lead to Cooking topic - I'll be absolutely useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK = Microwavable foods from Tesco, Asda, Morissons &amp;amp; M&amp;amp;S.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an expert on reheating packed foods :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-925221971951285703?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/925221971951285703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=925221971951285703&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/925221971951285703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/925221971951285703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/03/inday.html' title='INDAY.'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LT3k5ShiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/A_Z5-m-yE2A/s72-c/17249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2355479562655315585</id><published>2008-03-19T19:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:19:33.975Z</updated><title type='text'>* Dilemma (UK UNIVERSITY CHOICE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LGh05ShcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/R-2IGymnPjE/s1600-h/IMG_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LGh05ShcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/R-2IGymnPjE/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179920805866407362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                              &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Westminster University Regent Campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="kaiix" author_possessive="kaiix's"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I and my dad had conversation about my thoughts and worries. He knows my dreams and wants in life. I have loads of goals and some of it is quiet unreachable - My own place, new car and a high paid job. In fact I started dreaming for my future when I was 16 - and almost everyone are amused whenever they hear my goals in life that according to them is far mature on my age - they were expecting me to say something about my love life or some bloke around the college - Well, I do talk about boy friend and proud of it when I have one but because its very rare and I'm too choosy when it comes to it - I don’t take it as a serious problem. I'll tell you why later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to university in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is my goal, I know that when you say - I'm studying in Ateneo / La salle chuva chuva or that I'm studying in a well known university in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; - its the normal step for the high school student to enter college the next school year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But as I moved in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with no clue what life would be - I took chances without thinking what would eventually happen. It’s crazy. I took course I dint like, finished a year with regrets wishing I did choose where I'm good at. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Studying in a University in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is such a big deal for most of the Brits. You have to take another 2 years course related to the degree you'll take before you qualify, and because it'll take you more than 6 years before you finally get a degree most youngsters chose to leave right after school and prefer to get a full time job and earn. I'm not against it, that’s life. Money is tempting. It’s not as easy as I thought. I mean, after high school in the RP - I could just shove my ass and try to fit in any university I like as long as I have the money and a bit of a brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself dint take schooling seriously, and that’s one thing I regret so much. There are loads of thing I wish I started paying attention of. But well, it’s not the right time to blame myself. College was now alright - I took the course I like but as long as you take the path to success you'll certainly meet people and new chances that would lead you to a better future and you'll hear yourself again with the words - I wish I did that. I wish I took that. But oh well, I can't complain much about life now anyway. Not now!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Emails and letters from the university finally arrived last week and it causes me so many dilemmas, confusions and a lot of question and answer for myself. I didn't get an offer from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Brunel&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; though, but it’s okay as I'm really not into it. London Metropolitan gave me an offer but they wanted me to take Math and IELTS test which I can't be ask so 2 down. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bournemouth&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; gave me a place, but I don't really like it there. Its 30 mins drive from our flat but I won’t be enjoying my university life if I'm going to live with my parents. I'm such a bitch, I know. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Buckinghamshire&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; gave me a good offer plus a 10% scholarship but again, as far as I heard that university is crap. Hayy.. My last bet and my last alas - the one and only choice left! &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Westminster&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in the heart of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The dream of my dream - Never thought they'll give me a place - Its just that Marlon is studying there and told me its good so me and Blake is planning to study there as well :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I think my university problem is solve. NOT! I have a big big problem with my Tuition fees and Student loan. I'll be getting my UK Residency by October and my year course starts by September and as of Republic chuvaness ek ek - The student must have an indefinite leave to remain the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; on the start of the course to be eligible for loans and grants. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The feeling totally suck at first but I'm a big dreamer so I always have a plan A and B. Its okay for me if I'll work full time first then go to Uni next year, I hate to see myself sad so I always give myself a favour every time I'm blue- that’s why I'm working on to get a car hohoho. I also emailed and talked to the head of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Westminster&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and they'll see what they can do.. I'm still hanging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving test soon, College completion next, Job hunting, University fees, Student loan approval and UK Residency after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I feel like I'm one of the contestant in Miss Universe, waiting and hoping I could get the crown..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So.. Anyone want a girl friend with so much worrying in life? Think! My mind is fully occupied. I'm not able to give you enough time yet.. I’ll go back in a relationship whenever I solve these matters. But at the mean time, give me consideration and I’ll soon give you my love.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sincerely and will always be yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kai Reyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2355479562655315585?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2355479562655315585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2355479562655315585&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2355479562655315585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2355479562655315585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/03/dilemma.html' title='* Dilemma (UK UNIVERSITY CHOICE)'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LGh05ShcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/R-2IGymnPjE/s72-c/IMG_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6498371712844108285</id><published>2008-03-14T12:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:13:35.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>physically, mentally, financially kapos plus loveless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LJGU5ShhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zKqsWCKgiQs/s1600-h/IMG_0698+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LJGU5ShhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zKqsWCKgiQs/s200/IMG_0698+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179923631954888210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU KNOW YOU'RE BROKE IF..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;the last movie you saw were the 300 in the cinemas..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or if you watched the "meet the spartans" - you saw it through free movie online &lt;a href="http://www.movieforumz.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; ..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nothing new on your closet..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the last time you went shopping was the clearance sale - day after new year..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can't remember when was the last time you had hangover..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you started counting penny for a bus fare ticket..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you stared on your online banking summary wishing you'll clear out your credit card balance by means of hypnotism..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you've lose contact with your friends with an alibi that you'll be working early the next day so you can't go down the club/pub.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're doing the countdown for the next pay day eventhough - you got paid today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and dreaming the luxury of life - shopping galore, new car, partying and tropical holidays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hayyyy.. i feel so crap, broke and ugly ;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*sigh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LI605ShgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/-nos2U9UQCo/s1600-h/IMG_0782+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LI605ShgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/-nos2U9UQCo/s200/IMG_0782+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179923434386392578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;does anyone know any job vacancy related to IT slashed business admin slashed customer service? with no experience aside from ^____^ *griiins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;£15k p/a is okay and i'm negotiable hunny. im willing to transfer as long as not up in scotland or wales. plus, i can offer good customer service and i can be your personal assistant if the price is right with tender loving care, haha. i keeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pagod na filling application forms :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help, anyone? hire me! ;*) and be my first ^____^ full time employer. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6498371712844108285?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6498371712844108285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6498371712844108285&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6498371712844108285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6498371712844108285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/03/physically-mentally-financially-kapos.html' title='physically, mentally, financially kapos plus loveless'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R-LJGU5ShhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zKqsWCKgiQs/s72-c/IMG_0698+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-8853662747699716379</id><published>2008-03-08T13:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:35:39.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoy, Panget ka daw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R9KO-woKCDIAAHQHMp01"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or are you one of the blessed beautiful baby ever born? Hmm.. We may prolly consider life as sick when people started picking on you and hearing them tease you as ugly duckling even&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you know to yourself that youre damn not. I myself won't give any testimony that people&lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R9KO-woKCDIAAHQHMp01"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; used to tease me as that - I'm not as pretty as preeettyyy, I'll say I'm just okay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sure during middle school - there's someone who's been a laugh stock cos of her/his physical feature. What if you're on their shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone assumes that ugly people has many prob than beautiful one. No one is surprised when ugly ones has problems. When a pretty one marries an ugly person - they'll assume the ugly is smart, sensitive, or kind while no one ever raises their eyebrow when two beautiful people are together or two ugly people are together: its like - they deserve each other. Like - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, my usual do's of boredom - I hop either on blogs or just googling whatevers. I typed "panget mo" in google's search engine and found thousands of page result - then I came to someone's comment/testimonial:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TANG INA KA PNGIT MO GAGU NSA KMA KA PANG HINAYUPAK KA GAGU PANGET MO TLGA PROMISE....LAKAS NG LOOB MO MAG HUBAD DAPAT SAU HINAHATULAN...DELETE MO NA YANG ACCOUNT MO NAKAKA VIRUS GAGU KAINIS .&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and this is what she/he looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R9KO-woKCDIAAHQHMp01"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 200px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kaiix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R9KO-woKCDIAAHQHMp01/1_301546261l.jpg?et=CPeBDKfjPReA4NuZ%2CewxWw&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R9KPDQoKCDIAAHu6Vpc1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 195px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kaiix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R9KPDQoKCDIAAHu6Vpc1/298336236l.jpg?et=aIPLFR9qgB8qYDiAGKbrUg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not hypocrite - yes, I laughed - admit it dude, she/he looks funny esp the edited one but also I feel her/him. What if I look like her? What if I'm her? and I received tons of discrimination comments on my&lt;a href="http://friendster.com/kaireyes"&gt; Friendster Account&lt;/a&gt;? That must be hard eventhough I know - I'm trying to make people laugh and act as if ye I'm ugly I don't care cos I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I was scanning the comments on her profile - I can't help but hate these persons who left her sickly comments but then they made me laugh - cos They're not good looking at all. For me, They belong to the lower class of the lowest society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awful that there are people out there that are so very cruel.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-8853662747699716379?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/8853662747699716379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=8853662747699716379&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8853662747699716379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8853662747699716379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/03/hoy-panget-ka-daw.html' title='Hoy, Panget ka daw.'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-8454766942219210654</id><published>2008-03-03T23:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:48:56.929Z</updated><title type='text'>FACT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I live by the life of being a Reyes - Reyes&lt;br /&gt;a fact that tend to surprise and amused everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do you know that my mum and dad have the same surname? So that made me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reyes - Reyes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 22px; height: 22px; font-style: italic;" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FRIEND:&lt;/span&gt; are they cousins? &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; No, they're brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-8454766942219210654?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/8454766942219210654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=8454766942219210654&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8454766942219210654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8454766942219210654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/03/fact.html' title='FACT'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1123876368019408409</id><published>2008-02-29T12:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:01:36.796Z</updated><title type='text'>samo't sari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update lang, hehe. Wala pko maisip na matinong topic eh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I salute Prince Harry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was sent in Afghanistan for 10 weeks and was kept secret by many news outlet but then a web site broke the news blackout so he have to fly back here in the UK within 72hrs. Galing noh? He usually on the front cover of tabloids - partying, smoking, girls and or whatever a prince shouldn't do. But theres one big thing he proved - he can be the everything. A party kid, rebel, son, charity giver, prince and a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anti-Arroyo Rally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Wow ha. Dami ng tao? So gusto nyo naman patalsikin si Gloria after nyo patalsikin si Marcos at Erap? So who deserves the role of Philippines' President?! Lahat sila kurakot sa mata ng publiko. Well, I dont know anything about politics naman - I dont know whats ZTE deal at hindi ko din kilala sila Lozada, naririnig ko lang sila sa news that I didnt bother to watch if its on. So, lets just pray na wala naman sana masaktan sa rally ;-) Politics? Kasuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving Lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geez. I only had 3 lessons and I can drive properly na! Woohoo! I was really frustrated when I did the turning into the junction, it was so hirap. I swore, All I wanted to do is to stepped out of the car and just go home. Haha. My mind cant hold too much of concentration for the road, clutch, gear, timing and road signs. I have now gained respect to my friend who swear alot when driving, its not easy. I'm telling you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;University Applications&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 out of 5 universities I applied finally came out with a conditional result! Thanks! I felt sooo wanted. Hahaha! :D I had interviews where I didn't attend cos I was too tamad, but they still gave me an offer. Nice noh? Hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Savings Account&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One thing I'm so proud of. Hahaha! I know, Right? Lol. Dad is against of me driving cos it obviously cost a lot so when this topic comes in, I always brag him with one thing: Dad, I paid for my lessons but guess what, my credit card is almost clear and I have saving on my new savings account.-- Then he can't say a thing! yun nga lang, my last shopping was after New year pa. Ok lang, I still have enough clothes pa naman ;;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VLOG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its hard pla - I'm a video conscious. Duh. Haha :D I made one cos of Ash's and I was really bored that time - it turned out funny cos I don't know what to say, hehe. If you want to watch it, you hafta have multiply then buzz me so I could give you permission to view it. Its set to my individuals kasi super nakakahiya. Hehe ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 months left!!! I can't wait. but still, I have massive amount of course works to do but the lazy part of me is invading my whole self :( not very good, isnt it?! :( I just missed the whole ass morning cos I had an appointment in Job Center and I dont feel like going to my lessons after - So I headed myself home. Nice. Dyan ka yayaman Kai! Sige pa :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isang MALAKING pagkakaMALI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ang pag-bili namin ng kapatid ko ng Rubik's Cube. F^&amp;amp;£%"$%"%!!!!!!  Patay na patay kami mabuo yun, Tssk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1123876368019408409?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1123876368019408409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1123876368019408409&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1123876368019408409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1123876368019408409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/samot-sari.html' title='samo&apos;t sari'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-3609943184189500105</id><published>2008-02-25T23:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:35:10.954Z</updated><title type='text'>White-Washed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not considering UK as my home, but still - this is my second home. Yes, You might as well think that I am more westernized. I heard a lot from people rumbling with thoughts  of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakarating lang ng ibang bansa.. Naging ganon na..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still a Filipina, A whole-hearted Pinay - but you can't push me to still act what we should act. I am not speaking only for my side, but for all the Filipino abroad who has been judged as white-washed. Who prefer to speak in English rather than our native tongue (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't get why talking with an accent is called white-wash already? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Who's way more liberated than we should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not on how the way you act for them to just judge you.&lt;br /&gt;Its in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respect everyone&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never look down on anybody&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;proud where we came from&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-3609943184189500105?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/3609943184189500105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=3609943184189500105&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3609943184189500105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3609943184189500105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/white-washed.html' title='White-Washed?'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-3819560496662226544</id><published>2008-02-21T15:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:43:40.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Burjer ni Abalos</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm not a fan of Politics. They just annoy me, whats the use of watching news?! If sila sila din ang nagsisiraan and putting the blame to everyone. &amp; for me Politics are more like Showbiz. Comedy! Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-jhjBJ_IZw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-jhjBJ_IZw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I LOOOOOOOVE IT!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-3819560496662226544?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/3819560496662226544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=3819560496662226544&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3819560496662226544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3819560496662226544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/burjer-ni-abalos.html' title='Burjer ni Abalos'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6310835874180950136</id><published>2008-02-19T23:29:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:07:20.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Gamer ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me? Not exactly. I know how to play though and I'm good playing a different game *griins* Haha. I kid. :) Anyway, I just want to share a goody oh good PS3 Game.. The Final Fight Round 3, World's Boxing. Our very own Manny Pekyaw - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as the announcer pronounced it&lt;/span&gt; - is one of the character in it. How lucky can you be Manny! How come you became a Playstation Character?!! Whyyy! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's how Meny Pekyaw look as an Interactive character.. in a worldwide game, ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7tob01iClI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-g0faEODbJI/s1600-h/IMG_0885+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7tob01iClI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-g0faEODbJI/s200/IMG_0885+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168839824586705490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fair Enough. so Go have a guess who's this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7to8E1iCmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RpZdH-TyvoU/s1600-h/IMG_0890+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7to8E1iCmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RpZdH-TyvoU/s200/IMG_0890+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168840378637486690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talo c pekyaw. Si Kuya kasi di marunong. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting the whole day trying to think what to do. Geez. Ganun ako katamad ngayon, I want to do something but I can't think of anything. Ehe. So watching and trying to catch up with things with my Kuya is cool enough. Yep, he's back from his holiday. Bilis no? Prang kka-blog ko lang when he left for that 3 weeks. &amp;amp; he's back to reality. Again. I missed my Kuya! I missed someone dictating me on what to do and protecting me.. :) I'm sure I'll miss him more when he get married, Err 3 years from now?! Yay! but yeah, we talked about him getting married and what I wanted for his wedding - nagmamarunong ako - di nman ako yung kkasal. Haha! But theres loads of thing that could happen in 3 years :) baka mauna pko kay Kuya magpakasal.. No way! Hahaha. ;) but who knows. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on drugs. I'm addicted to it and its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking Co-Codamol these past few days and my mum was hysterical when she found out that I've been taking it. It's not that its the new ecstasy or cocaine.. It's  a  pain reliever but syempre may side effects like dizziness and shortness of breath. One tab is enough and I'm taking two. Ahaha. I have a very bad toothache kasi and I can't get an appointment to my dentist kaya I just have to take pain relievers then I found out about this one - After taking two - I feel so drugged and I can sleep for straight 14 hours! Imagine that?! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;No pains at all and I had a sweet dream. so if you didnt hear anything from me again - thats prolly I got overdosed and didnt managed to wake up like Heath Ledger (RIP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm just Kidding. I know what I'm doing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6310835874180950136?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6310835874180950136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6310835874180950136&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6310835874180950136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6310835874180950136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/gamer.html' title='Gamer ?!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7tob01iClI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-g0faEODbJI/s72-c/IMG_0885+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2750296273270893865</id><published>2008-02-16T20:09:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T20:50:29.932Z</updated><title type='text'>Pinay ako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a mixture of Chinese?&lt;/span&gt; The super gasgas question I always encounter whenever I get to meet someone.. &amp;amp; I'm not really enjoying it. I mean, huh? Are you talking to me? How will I satisfy you for you to know na Pinay aketch? Oh gusto mong sumayaw ako ng otso otso muna? ehe :) Cornix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilan beses na din ako sinabihan ng "Ni hao Ni hao Ni hao" or Hello in Chinese habang naglalakad ako sa Campus, Highstreet, Malls, Beach and sa Park. . or kausapin ako ng saksakan ng tagal ng isang instik sa China Town sa London - na wala na ko nagawa kundi intayin sya matapos sa sasabihin nya bago ako sumabat na - "Sorry. I'm not Chinese." at kapag saksakan ko na ng daldal sa klase "Shut up Chinese!" tawa na lang ako kasi yung isa ko kaklase eh Intsik. Harhar^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure if youre filipino and living abroad - They usually mistaken you as Chinese, noh?&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang dami kc ng intsik sa mundo.. and I must admit, Whites are not really familiar about the Philippines. I remember, an english friend once showed me a map and asked me where in Philadelphia I came from?! Huh?! Philadelphia?? He's prolly thick enough after being friends with me for a year and half now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Half Japanese, Half Spitz! Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;Seriously - Wala ako dugong Intsik. My lolo is a mixture of Japanese. So maybe he kinda passed a bit of his genes on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-394.friendster.com/e1/photos/49/34/5954394/1_469338602l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos-394.friendster.com/e1/photos/49/34/5954394/1_469338602l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7dKOE1iCkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/e3JG2fgTU5g/s1600-h/IMG_5077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7dKOE1iCkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/e3JG2fgTU5g/s200/IMG_5077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167680703107828290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Filipino's blood is running through my veins and I'm damn proud! ;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ano ba talaga itsura ng Pinoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it vary cos our country is multiracial. But Im sure there should be a native who'll be a good example of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;. Lagi kasi sablay kapag may nakikilala ako. *taas kilay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astig kasi yung mga Lola naten eh no?&lt;br /&gt;Lakas ng sex appeal sa mga ibang lahi. Hahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;Peace :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;pede naman ako maging intsik if they insist..&lt;br /&gt;wo tao yan ni, xiang ni si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2750296273270893865?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2750296273270893865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2750296273270893865&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2750296273270893865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2750296273270893865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/pinay-ako.html' title='Pinay ako.'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7dKOE1iCkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/e3JG2fgTU5g/s72-c/IMG_5077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-8240678915782371923</id><published>2008-02-13T20:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:52:45.157Z</updated><title type='text'>Driving in the UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. and its not easy as i thought it would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(1)  We drive in the left side of the road&lt;br /&gt;(2) so, Driver's seat is on the right&lt;br /&gt;(3) course, We gear by the left hand&lt;br /&gt;(4) No one cant teach you how to drive other than a qualified instructor&lt;br /&gt;(5) £23 lesson/hour &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; 30 lessons max = £690&lt;br /&gt;(6) You have to pass the theory test first £28.50&lt;br /&gt;(7) Practical exam £55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I had my first English driving lessons. It was easy naman as Dad taught me how to drive way back Pi day but syempre it confuses me 'cos of the damn road and the rules. I havent drive for the longest time! I didnt bother kasi when I went home cos there's a driver and the you-know-who drove me everywhere i like.. and also, I prefer to drink than limit myself just bcos I had to drive home safely.. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driving instructor is cool, he was Sam's driving instructor too.. and bare tall. Around 6'3+ , ye he's a football referee. I just wish he won't scream on me.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodluck na lang sa uubusin ko money for this, dba? Lalo nako namulubi sa gastos! But okay lang, I wont be traveling naman this year :) and I only need to take few lessons to prepare myself for the exams so I could get a full UK driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look who received an award? ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7NaH01iCjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-J4ibG28-K4/s1600-h/BLOG%2BAWARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7NaH01iCjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-J4ibG28-K4/s320/BLOG%2BAWARD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166572288012847666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This 5 star blog award is given to a blogger whose is of a highest classification. A blog of excellence in the following criteria: content, design and style, informative and accommodating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://kauste.blogspot.com/"&gt;ZKEY&lt;/a&gt;! Go and visit his  bloggy! ;;)&lt;br /&gt;I know Zkey, napilitan ka lang to give this award cos you have no choice! Haha! I kidd. I'm not really good in blogging, and I have no interesting entries like others - Wow biglang nainsecure?! HAHAHA! I'm just kidding. What I'm really after is to blog about whats happening to me now. Cos I'm a self centered little prick, Haha. Grrr. Baliw. Baliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, its all about my blogmates who inspired me with their life articles. You guys all deserved this! So Ima throw this blog award to everyone - so I'm basically talking about YOU!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Blogging everyone! Take my homesickness away! :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-8240678915782371923?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/8240678915782371923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=8240678915782371923&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8240678915782371923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8240678915782371923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/driving-in-uk.html' title='Driving in the UK'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7NaH01iCjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-J4ibG28-K4/s72-c/BLOG%2BAWARD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6837911646083125077</id><published>2008-02-12T23:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:53:11.668Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cheaters Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/PReB7khKg7"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PReB7khKg7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last week - the big question from my friends - "Oh got a date on the 14th?" and I always and always answer them with - "Corny mo." I don't know.. I maybe sticked on this belief that Valentines are for losers. Not because I am single - don't you just hate going out for a date just because its Valentine's? with the rest of couples having a date? Haha. You must be kiddddding me. But a sweet and thoughtful card from your partner is enough and a set date the next two days. Please, not exactly 14th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ah, but whenever Valentines is approaching all I think is - Cheaters. Maybe cos of my past experiences but with no bitterness in it. Valentines just really remind me of cheating.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all the cheaters in the world, Happy Losers Day!&lt;br /&gt;May you all die with conscience and burn in hell straight after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6837911646083125077?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6837911646083125077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6837911646083125077&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6837911646083125077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6837911646083125077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/happy-cheaters-day.html' title='Happy Cheaters Day!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2174224385812843931</id><published>2008-02-12T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:01:49.621Z</updated><title type='text'>Landaaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing much happened lately but I did pretty much more than I think I cant. I have sorted out most of the university application and stuffs they required to see, interviews I had to attend. I know, Right? I am NOT going to take any further studies at the moment, but I still went and tried. Okay lang, its for the sake of trying naman.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to see my friend in London (near Westminster University..) Misturrr Marlon Tan :) Anyone here from Cebu? This guy is super humble and down to earth that always make me shock whenever I found out who he is in the Philippines, as he's only an international student in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7IhT01iChI/AAAAAAAAAZw/rMpF1-vsKGM/s1600-h/IMG_0667+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7IhT01iChI/AAAAAAAAAZw/rMpF1-vsKGM/s320/IMG_0667+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166228347031783954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7IhnU1iCiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nlKEgr_w4IE/s1600-h/IMG_0676+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7IhnU1iCiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nlKEgr_w4IE/s320/IMG_0676+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166228682039233058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just had lunch together and visited his new flat - which is fairly nice and big for him on a right city. Picked his sidekick slide in tmobile and massive catching up - as the last time I saw him was a year and half ago. I promised him four times that I'll fit him in on my schedules but things and time always go wrong, busy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlon: Heyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Kai: Oh hi, How are youuu?&lt;br /&gt;Marlon: Hmm. Am I getting taller or youre really getting smaller?&lt;br /&gt;Kai: Wow thanks ha! blah blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;Marlon: Stop with the english accent!&lt;br /&gt;Kai: Eew. I dont have one. YOU have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi na lang kme ngaasar on what accent we have.. and because we both hate the english accent - we actually learning to get it now. Kadiri. Contagious! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, after that I had dinner with Jeff (tbs) in Victoria then he accompanied me to the station. Thanks Jeff, how nice of you. Youre just one call away! ;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time na lang matinong post ha? I have to sort out something. hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2174224385812843931?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2174224385812843931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2174224385812843931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2174224385812843931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2174224385812843931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/landaaan.html' title='Landaaan'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7IhT01iChI/AAAAAAAAAZw/rMpF1-vsKGM/s72-c/IMG_0667+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-4873469739463046209</id><published>2008-02-08T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:12:18.714Z</updated><title type='text'>family..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My yesterday wasn't that great - but he really made me smile and teary eyed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6zEp6_JLtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZHfZun62tBw/s1600-h/cuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6zEp6_JLtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZHfZun62tBw/s320/cuz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164719097174896338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7A7ZE1iCgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JBZOWT3od-M/s1600-h/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7A7ZE1iCgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JBZOWT3od-M/s320/untitled2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165694074574998018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7A7Vk1iCfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/K4G0nfZ-7a0/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R7A7Vk1iCfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/K4G0nfZ-7a0/s320/untitled1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165694014445455858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receiving a message as sweet like this is nothing compared to the bliss of being in love. without being reminded that theyre always around whenever or a word from time to time that they love you really.. you can just feel it. they really really do.. the significance of the family. a very tight family. you'll see and realize how blessed you are compared to others. eventhough theyre oceans away :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya nga, i lived my life being away from the clan - part from being a filipino are the life of living abroad. some find it cool or whatever - for me? not really. cos the chance to bond are always limited :( i just missed my cousins alot. i just missed everyone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp now that i dont have any closest relatives in pi anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-4873469739463046209?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/4873469739463046209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=4873469739463046209&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4873469739463046209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4873469739463046209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/family.html' title='family..'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6zEp6_JLtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZHfZun62tBw/s72-c/cuz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-8696385764993853953</id><published>2008-02-06T20:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:59:47.427Z</updated><title type='text'>its Smooooookin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since smoking in public establishments was banned in England. The college's had to implement the law - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we used to just smoke outside-front of the reception area or wherever we like as long as we're outside the building but still inside the campus&lt;/span&gt; -  yeah, i know. Its too common that everyone smoke in this country. Can't blame them though. the weather and strict law to be able to buy a fag when under 18 - kids get tempted ye know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I find it weird that they put a smoking area, this small. yeah, a fine square.&lt;br /&gt;Smoker? yeah, you could find 3 squares like this around the campus.&lt;br /&gt;I remember - I was smoking but only a feet away from that little square, the college security asked me to step inside the square. What the fuck? Whats the difference? is there a good air inside that square?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6obTK_JLsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lJOMQmhQFBU/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6obTK_JLsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lJOMQmhQFBU/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163969938914356930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that two *points up* is the college security and a professor smoking.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jamming during working hours!&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;I have quited smoking :) been a smoker for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;I think its not fair that my brother stopped.&lt;br /&gt;and me as the only dalaga left in our clan.. I should behave right.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I also want a change! The rebel look doesn't suit me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets say I was just curious when I started and get the hooked of it.&lt;br /&gt;But its now my time to stop and say goodbye to it ;) or maybe sometimes will do. i kidd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-8696385764993853953?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/8696385764993853953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=8696385764993853953&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8696385764993853953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8696385764993853953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/smooooookin.html' title='its Smooooookin!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6obTK_JLsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lJOMQmhQFBU/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6670772164204209211</id><published>2008-02-05T16:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:23:38.321Z</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6iM-q_JLrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/SauWpqnGx8Y/s1600-h/ElevenMinutes+UK+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6iM-q_JLrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/SauWpqnGx8Y/s320/ElevenMinutes+UK+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163531981099183794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 5px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="70"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Category:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="90"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Title: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eleven Minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This should be one of the best novel Coelho wrote! To think of Paulo Coelho is a man - he unleashed and let the reader explore the life of a lady prostitute. It's way better than the Alchemist, cos this is the reality of life and someone's profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not for underage though - obviously cos of Maria's proffession as a prostitute - but somehow, a life behind sex, money and love. A good read not only for girls but for guys who wanted to know whats going on inside woman's head especially when it comes to love and sex. and the reason why some man eventhough successful - buy sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and also, for you to know the reason why this book is titled as "eleven minutes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super recommend this book. A must read ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6670772164204209211?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6670772164204209211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6670772164204209211&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6670772164204209211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6670772164204209211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/02/eleven-minutes.html' title='Eleven Minutes'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6iM-q_JLrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/SauWpqnGx8Y/s72-c/ElevenMinutes+UK+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-387580935790267213</id><published>2008-01-30T20:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:49:10.886Z</updated><title type='text'>.. a bookgeek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is something people don't know about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6DfW6_JLdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/AVFa2o-OmWs/s1600-h/IMG_0613+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6DfW6_JLdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/AVFa2o-OmWs/s320/IMG_0613+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161370757850803666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6DfQa_JLcI/AAAAAAAAAXA/VDB5hOLok1g/s1600-h/IMG_0617+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6DfQa_JLcI/AAAAAAAAAXA/VDB5hOLok1g/s320/IMG_0617+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161370646181653954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I love books and that I actually read them! Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;I first started being hooked when I was on my lowest, upset, homesick and broken hearted. Than to mourn and sob along with my running thoughts and depressed myself more - I went to mug a book from my brother's girlfriend "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho. Something for me to be thankful of cos there - I realize how ironic life is. From then on, reading a book is my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of my acquaintance never thought that I'm into it and was surprised 'cos they reckon, I'm liberated. I know, right? with drinking and smoking? Tsk tsk. :P &amp;amp; one of these guys started calling me a "Geek" now. Excuse you! Reading a book doesn't make a person a geek in instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. I suck with movies. (Hello Jai! Haha.) and to spend my time, doing nothing apart from watching is a no-no. I can't focus :-( but I honestly felt left out when I went home in Philippines - that my ex boyfi is such a movie freak, he usually asked me with things such "babe, have you watched the (movie name) .. ?" every now and then - the answer is a big NO. haha. I suck, I know I know. I tried to watch and update myself with movies though but yeah.. Movies are not for me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least on me reading a book, every word is inside my imagination and thoughts are rushing through.. Nyehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also a routine for me to buy a book whenever I get paid. Dad also registered for a year package of books in Book World who send us ranges of books every month which I honestly don't like, its too hard to dig. Haha. Books only ranges from £7.99 to £10 not that expensive! But I discovered a great deal - buying a used book in &lt;a href="http://amazon.co.uk/"&gt;amazon.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; which is impeccable, and only cost £1.95! Wow oh Wow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6Dq-q_JLeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WAuBWkRnDV4/s1600-h/IMG_0624+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6Dq-q_JLeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WAuBWkRnDV4/s320/IMG_0624+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161383535378509282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. I even have a book lamp - as I share room with my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed reading is also the reason why my eyes get blurry, but that won't make me stop putting my feet up and bum with the books ;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-387580935790267213?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/387580935790267213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=387580935790267213&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/387580935790267213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/387580935790267213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/01/bookworm.html' title='.. a bookgeek.'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6DfW6_JLdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/AVFa2o-OmWs/s72-c/IMG_0613+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2228997580804609471</id><published>2008-01-30T15:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:53:24.968Z</updated><title type='text'>partner in crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6CWc6_JLaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6tJaSHyG_uQ/s1600-h/IMG_0067+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6CWc6_JLaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6tJaSHyG_uQ/s200/IMG_0067+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161290596581191074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, nagkita na ulet kme! We had loads of gossips over the fishpie! Haha. &amp;amp; Mocha!  I'm telling you partner, We'll plot bombs! &amp;amp; We'll hunt that person, and throw all the bitchiness we possessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee can do this! &amp;amp; by God's will, everything will be fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get back to London!! I'm missing that place! Errr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2228997580804609471?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2228997580804609471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2228997580804609471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2228997580804609471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2228997580804609471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/01/partner-in-crime.html' title='partner in crime'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R6CWc6_JLaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6tJaSHyG_uQ/s72-c/IMG_0067+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-402242922097472847</id><published>2008-01-26T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:15:24.295Z</updated><title type='text'>.. corfe castle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I say - Castle. You prolly expecting the huge, beautifully made and some tweeney fairy tale behind it. I visited Corfe Castle in Swanage, Dorset with the family &amp;amp; the Robles. But its nothing but a ruined castle &amp;amp; for me -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  its just a stone and I should get stoned&lt;/span&gt;. Lol. ;P  Okayyyy, it was built on the 11th century, So what will I expect to see from a thousand years castle? (: They also have a small village and some little museum. A very typical old English village and from a point of view of a 9teen year old who don't know how to appreciate the beauty of old-age &amp;amp; art *cough* - its not far from being a dead town and or a ghost town by night. Geeez. and with the castle above the hill? *Goosebumps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uNnq_JLSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZSJz3kPPyTk/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uNnq_JLSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZSJz3kPPyTk/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159873510776581410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uN56_JLTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yuFFKmWHnDw/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uN56_JLTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yuFFKmWHnDw/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159873824309194034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uPKK_JLVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lP1GJpYXCc0/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uPKK_JLVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lP1GJpYXCc0/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159875202993696082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uO1q_JLUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9ePUlQNjmYg/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uO1q_JLUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9ePUlQNjmYg/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159874850806377794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm.. Well at least I did some bit of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;travelling&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; on my day-off.&lt;br /&gt;Also, We celebrated my two brother's birthday [january 21 '08 &amp;amp; january 25th '08]  &amp;amp; my parent's 22nd  wedding anniversary, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Tyler &amp;amp; Ate Dack's arrival in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- we all ate in Flame Chinese Restaurant after the castle's tour. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uRZq_JLWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xY5RuQD9kq0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uRZq_JLWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xY5RuQD9kq0/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159877668304924002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uRsq_JLXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/b6iYL_rBgUA/s1600-h/IMG_0590+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uRsq_JLXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/b6iYL_rBgUA/s320/IMG_0590+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159877994722438514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st birthday Kuya Mark!&lt;br /&gt;I wish you more great things in life and safety on your Thailand trip this coming Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;I love you oh so much! Mwah ;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-402242922097472847?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/402242922097472847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=402242922097472847&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/402242922097472847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/402242922097472847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/01/corfe-castle.html' title='.. corfe castle.'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R5uNnq_JLSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZSJz3kPPyTk/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1787119383328332906</id><published>2008-01-15T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:41:30.245Z</updated><title type='text'>p e n d i n g</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My current life is on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pending mode&lt;/span&gt;. The cruelty of waiting - like outstanding orders hoping that its not a bogus buyer. Well, It's not that bad.. Can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing-along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;with it&lt;/span&gt; still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to college means Back to deadline submissions &amp;amp; what else, Back to cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working out my University application since September '07 and I sent it on the last minute. Yes, Dec 15 is the last deadline and my prof &amp;amp; I crammed Dec 14 3pm. Nice. It was successful though.. Now, I have to wait which University will notice my charm ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London Metropolitan University, Brunel University, Birmingham University, University of Westminster and Bournemouth University&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who'll approve or reject me though.. Cos I think it'll be better if I'll just work straight after college.. Ah well! Come what may.. In 5 months from now, I'll be discussing life options to myself. For now, I'll just enjoy the ride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R40h1IcDyeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mgK_rilawKA/s1600-h/IMG_0137w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R40h1IcDyeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mgK_rilawKA/s200/IMG_0137w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155814345091041762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R40i9ocDyhI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iFfwnQQhePA/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R40i9ocDyhI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iFfwnQQhePA/s200/IMG_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155815590631557650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R40h1IcDyeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mgK_rilawKA/s1600-h/IMG_0137w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R40iH4cDyfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YmKv5FEZSXc/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R40iH4cDyfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YmKv5FEZSXc/s200/IMG_0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155814667213588978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R40ioocDygI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PNS7lqzkz5s/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R40ioocDygI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PNS7lqzkz5s/s200/IMG_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155815229854304770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some few Lunch break photos with friends :-)&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhh thats what kept her busy&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the boys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, You're wrong. Friends stays as Friends. Always &amp;amp; Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; I'm so broke. I only have £38.65 on my bank :( and I still have £290 bill on my credit card :(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna fuckin rid of it so I could start saving for myself!!!&lt;/span&gt; :&lt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; I don't have any free minutes nor text allowance on my phone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't answer everyone's message :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; then my love life went up then shrinks down again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a pity. Hehehe..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Weather has been a bad-ass for the whole week already.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under my Umbrella ela ela eh eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Mataray, Masungit &amp;amp; Maldita ako lately. Not nice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; I now need to have my eye check.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It gets really blurry at times :&lt;  +++ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It'll take a little while for me to update again.. I have to sort out uninteresting stuffs first.&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, I'll still visit your blogs and update myself, yeh? Keep blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1787119383328332906?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1787119383328332906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1787119383328332906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1787119383328332906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1787119383328332906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/01/p-e-n-d-i-n-g.html' title='p e n d i n g'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R40h1IcDyeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mgK_rilawKA/s72-c/IMG_0137w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-8949816388638120265</id><published>2008-01-10T21:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:19:51.235Z</updated><title type='text'>BF is back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R4aVLIcDyZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/taF6uTvuLUw/s1600-h/IMG_0044w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R4aVLIcDyZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/taF6uTvuLUw/s200/IMG_0044w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153970842048383378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby Canon iXus 75 is back!! :)&lt;br /&gt;and its a complete new one! I love you insurance company!! They replaced it but I know, Holiday is over. Kung kelan I dont need it much! but at least I don't need to buy a new one. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R4aZKocDycI/AAAAAAAAAUg/mmSgqxCiORE/s1600-h/IMG_0100+copycopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R4aZKocDycI/AAAAAAAAAUg/mmSgqxCiORE/s320/IMG_0100+copycopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153975231504959938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lame post ;) I have nothing to say apart from boringly busy in work and school! &amp;amp; I don't wanna bore you more! Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-8949816388638120265?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/8949816388638120265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=8949816388638120265&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8949816388638120265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8949816388638120265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/01/bf-is-back.html' title='BF is back!!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R4aVLIcDyZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/taF6uTvuLUw/s72-c/IMG_0044w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-683623426153205253</id><published>2008-01-07T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:59:49.457Z</updated><title type='text'>8 MEME - 8 things I'm thankful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A nice tag from &lt;a href="http://angtambayannirj.wordpress.com/2008/01/05/22/#comments"&gt;RJ&lt;/a&gt;, thank you for this one dear :-) and also for the birthday greeting ;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the 8 things why I'm thankful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a complete, happy, worry-free family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm able to study for free, muahaha!! &amp;amp; will finish in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;True and Real friends that I have. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The blessings I receive from God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For still waking up and breathing, eventhough I'm stressed with work &amp;amp; college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a descent job kahit na minsan tamad na tamad nko. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can buy the things I want and need in other term, nasusuportahan ko ang luho ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lovelife that even though its way complicated - as long as you're here for me. It's fine. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There you go! Hehehe. I need to tag 8 persons now. Hmmm.. Okay. I gonna tag ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nheeca&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://djhoan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Djhoan&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a href="http://filipinocutie.blogspot.com/"&gt; Paula&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://cindydandaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://janmania.blogspot.com/"&gt;Richard&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.pepeii.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faye&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://jaiskizzy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paula,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://marcstef18.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stef&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone are seems so busy noh? dont you think? I wish December is the proper Summer holiday just like in Australia. LOL! I can't blog much lately cos I broke my mouse for the 4th time. Talking about buying a sensor type mouse from ebay that cost £1.99 . Haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a lovely time on going back to school and work! ;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-683623426153205253?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/683623426153205253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=683623426153205253&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/683623426153205253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/683623426153205253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/01/8-meme-8-things-im-thankful.html' title='8 MEME - 8 things I&apos;m thankful..'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5150647169104770507</id><published>2008-01-06T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:09:04.150Z</updated><title type='text'>19 years of breathing ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cX0c1yeNhU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cX0c1yeNhU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[January 5 1989]&lt;br /&gt;.. and I can't believe that I'm on my last year of being a teenager. Thank you so much to those who greeted me! I received more than 60 greetings! I feel so loved. Thank you talaga.. Even though most of them are the people who I'm not really close - they managed to greet me! Thanks to my co-bloggers too! How did you guys know nga pla? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked 7am til 2pm on my birthday. Nice, Right? ;) but I went out clubbing - So yes, I did celebrated it right. Mum is sad tho, cos she cooked loads of food for a family dinner but Dad &amp;amp; Kuya is on their night shift &amp;amp; I also left for my party with friends. But its alright, I'm sure she understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kuya Joes for the lovely Spaghetti you made for me. Ate Marisse, Ate Tere &amp;amp; Ate Judith for the gifts and dropping by to greet me ♥ My parents who gave me money for Shopping - cos thats what I wanted. Lmao. &amp;amp; to my friends who celebrated my birthday with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bar Hopping&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Yate's -&gt; Brasshouse -&gt; JumpinJaks -&gt; Elements , Bournemouth Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/34/5954394/1_591437668l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/34/5954394/1_591437668l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/34/5954394/1_420335074l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/34/5954394/1_420335074l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R4FclocDyXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Q4e7iCgAPPA/s1600-h/DSC00243w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R4FclocDyXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Q4e7iCgAPPA/s200/DSC00243w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152501250268580210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R4Fc14cDyYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/exD8G9wuTf0/s1600-h/DSC00249w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R4Fc14cDyYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/exD8G9wuTf0/s200/DSC00249w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152501529441454466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more photos on my &lt;a href="http://kaiix.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply account&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/34/5954394/1_595311857l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/34/5954394/1_595311857l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. it was a Happy 19th Birthday!! :-) and Thank you so much ♥&lt;br /&gt;esp to the guy who greeted me first :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-5150647169104770507?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5150647169104770507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5150647169104770507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5150647169104770507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5150647169104770507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2008/01/19-years-of-breathing.html' title='19 years of breathing ..'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R4FclocDyXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Q4e7iCgAPPA/s72-c/DSC00243w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2775473874689419051</id><published>2007-12-31T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:57:01.637Z</updated><title type='text'>.. Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone started/will start the year right :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so  inggit that everyone are having a party to welcome the 2008 while I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about working 7:00am the next morning :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. So holidays are soon will be over. Months preparation and passed in a glimpse. Great, tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just would like to give thanks to all the people who's been part of my 2007. It has been a busy yet exciting year for me :) but I have to leave whatever bad memories I had and just bring all the happiness for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan: Countdown. A plane ticket to Pinas. Double jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Feb: Saved up. College. Work.&lt;br /&gt;March: Saving up. College. Work.&lt;br /&gt;April: Countdown. Saving up. College&lt;br /&gt;May: Work. College.&lt;br /&gt;June: Double jobs. Work. College.&lt;br /&gt;July: Term finished. Going home in Pinas.&lt;br /&gt;August: Bakasyon Grande. Feeling prinsesa. May lovelife :))&lt;br /&gt;Sept: Back in the UK. Broken hearted. Back to college.&lt;br /&gt;Oct: College. Work. Resigned one of my job.&lt;br /&gt;Nov: College. Work. Petiks. Gimik!!&lt;br /&gt;Dec: College. Pasko. Work. Gimik!! Petiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. walang buhay ang 2007 ko! Loser. Haha. umikot sa pagiipon for my bakasyon in pinas and i went home in the UK na sawi and back to studying and working. but yeh, marunong nko gumimik sa UK ngayon at natuto na din ako hindi umuwi ng bahay . Ano say mo? Lol. But I dont regret anything. I just really have to learn things first. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Have a good one! I gonna watch fireworks in London City, too bad - on the telly. Loser! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;A year is really quick when all you think is when are you going to get paid? :)&lt;br /&gt;12 months means 12 payslip. one every 4 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2775473874689419051?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2775473874689419051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2775473874689419051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2775473874689419051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2775473874689419051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='.. Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1991812545633069804</id><published>2007-12-27T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:09:20.879Z</updated><title type='text'>2008's Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ye. I'll say No No for Resolution cos never ko naman natupad. Resolutions are for the sake of one day try. I'll just set a goal, and try to do it as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going back to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt; mode. As everyone know, I started it when I first worked in Burger King - the smell of meat stinks. But because of my holiday in Philippines, I didn't waste the opportunity to eat our best delicacy! who can't resist Jolibee? :) FYI, it's not for me to loose weight, I just wanted to try and be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye Yosi&lt;/span&gt;. Shayt! Ito na yata ang pinakamahirap. Hahahahahaha. Whew! Pero okay, I also feel guilty that my brother stopped smoking and myself? Errrm. Basta basta. Because I wanted a change, I think I should try.  Not for my parents to be proud but for myself too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save up&lt;/span&gt;. My 2008 is a sure "Money matters" and I should start saving for the sake of my future. I can't skyve all the time and waste all the hardwork I've put to get the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finish paying my credit card&lt;/span&gt; before March. Promise yan!!! Dami kc gastos lately. Puro kc gimik, pasko, credit card bill and the renewal of my visa. So hopefully by March, ubos na lahat ng bills ko. Apart from my mobile phone bills though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How will I pay all my bills if I don't do more hours at work, Right? So - I already informed my manager to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do more shift starting January&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be only having one day off in a week ;( 3 days at the College and 3 days at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hopefully, I'll get the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right diploma on July&lt;/span&gt;. Ayoko na mag-aral. Sawang sawa nako. So I should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start job hunting&lt;/span&gt; before I finish college on July so I could get a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proper full time job&lt;/span&gt; right after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sure about starting my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;investment&lt;/span&gt; as soon as I found a full time job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drive&lt;/span&gt; my FordKai - hahaha. Lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time for my friends&lt;/span&gt;, kasoooo how will I do that if 1 to 8 goals is an obvious BUSY days? I'll try though. and yeh, I'll try to gain more friends and meet more people. I'll be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;active Pinoy&lt;/span&gt; and serve my kapwa Pinoy in the UK. Opo, I'll be joining the Filipino gatherings na. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barrio Fiesta guys&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to be a good girl na with wings. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maldita kc ako eh&lt;/span&gt;. Pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;. Nature ko yun eh.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babawasan ko na din&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;katarayan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi na kse cute. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walang lovelife?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wala.&lt;/span&gt; Pano ko pa kaya isisingit yun dba. Well I dont have any plan of getting in anyway. But if meron, Come what may. 2008 is for myself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selfishness!&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1991812545633069804?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1991812545633069804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1991812545633069804&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1991812545633069804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1991812545633069804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/2008s-goal.html' title='2008&apos;s Goal'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-4817261396279191106</id><published>2007-12-24T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:31:06.599Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jesus!</title><content type='html'>Happy Christmas Guys! It's Pasko in Pinas already &amp;amp; we still have 3 hours to wait here :)&lt;br /&gt;Work + Christmas + Money = Busyyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so late for Christmas - It hasn't sink in either.  All I love is the shopping moments, If in Philippines, Christmas means High Prices - Here is all down to Sale! :) I uhmmm.. spent only around a 100quid for the gifts and everyone received something from me, Cheap but lovely stuffs ;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Djhoan, I have something for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little Christmas tree is overflowing of gifts too, Most are for my Mum - thats what you get if you have loads of English friends, they love giving gifts, don't they? :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. Very happy. I've spoken to my ex-boyfi over the phone - and if I'm not mistaken, this is the proper talk we had since we broke up 3 months ago. We're really are friends now. with that asaran and stuff. Thanks A for doing my favor! and for the advice about the place. I appreciate that! Masaya lang ako, as in I'm super kaduper moved on already. Such a great feeling lalo na its Christmas. Best favor I could give to myself. &amp;amp; we're both "Steady lang!" Hehe. We'll soon have a deserving someone, Right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovelife is not that bad. Sabi nga ni Kuya Gene - "Oh d ayos, Malusog ang pasko mo!" :))))&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him my friend&lt;/span&gt;. cos We are nothing but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;! :]] steady lang. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway People, Enjoy the Christmas and Take it easy. God Bless. :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Pics: uploadesd 11:30am 26-12-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R3I47ocDyTI/AAAAAAAAATY/G1A5_VX9n3w/s1600-h/IMG_2934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R3I47ocDyTI/AAAAAAAAATY/G1A5_VX9n3w/s200/IMG_2934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148239921156442418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R3I50IcDyVI/AAAAAAAAATo/6jdhxciPluQ/s1600-h/IMG_2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R3I50IcDyVI/AAAAAAAAATo/6jdhxciPluQ/s200/IMG_2946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148240891819051346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R3I5dIcDyUI/AAAAAAAAATg/J6N7EbvVUXM/s1600-h/IMG_2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R3I5dIcDyUI/AAAAAAAAATg/J6N7EbvVUXM/s200/IMG_2944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148240496682060098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-4817261396279191106?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/4817261396279191106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=4817261396279191106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4817261396279191106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4817261396279191106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/christmas-ready.html' title='Happy Birthday Jesus!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R3I47ocDyTI/AAAAAAAAATY/G1A5_VX9n3w/s72-c/IMG_2934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-7035094138040831689</id><published>2007-12-21T10:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:50:01.615Z</updated><title type='text'>Pinay - Conservative pa din?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2uXJYcDyQI/AAAAAAAAATA/d32a4GD7C-g/s1600-h/IMG_3427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2uXJYcDyQI/AAAAAAAAATA/d32a4GD7C-g/s200/IMG_3427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146373186635680002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filipina in the Philippines? Conservative still?&lt;br /&gt;I'll say No. Not anymore. They're wilder than I am! Hahaha. There are still some who's conservative still but majority is not. Most of my friends has more boyfriend than her cheater boyfi. I was like - What? How? Whyyyy? and I only received an evil smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. Okay, Guys cheats. [okay, some of them doesnt] and Girls  accepted the truth that  they really do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ano sa tingin nyo ang babaeng madaming boyfriend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-7035094138040831689?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/7035094138040831689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=7035094138040831689&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7035094138040831689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7035094138040831689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/pinay-conservative-pa-din.html' title='Pinay - Conservative pa din?'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2uXJYcDyQI/AAAAAAAAATA/d32a4GD7C-g/s72-c/IMG_3427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5107726905554848047</id><published>2007-12-21T08:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:49:10.224Z</updated><title type='text'>w960i or k850i?</title><content type='html'>I'm not very fussy when it comes to mobile phone. But because of the very nice luck - and my Canon IXUS 75 is now broken - I need to just get a new phone with a good camera. Hayyy.. :( Gastos nanaman .. Tssk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2umWIcDyRI/AAAAAAAAATI/qfMK_k3DOrw/s1600-h/K850i_product_quality_image_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2umWIcDyRI/AAAAAAAAATI/qfMK_k3DOrw/s200/K850i_product_quality_image_1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146389898353428754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Sony Ericsson K850i? with 5 megapixel camera..&lt;br /&gt;or a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2umrIcDySI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sCtMcqxpFYE/s1600-h/sony_ericsson_w960_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2umrIcDySI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sCtMcqxpFYE/s200/sony_ericsson_w960_zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146390259130681634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sony Ericsson W960i? 3.2 Megapixel but touch screen like an iPhone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yerr. I'm not going to settle myself with Nokia anymore [as every minute, there's a new version coming out..] or Samsung that sucks with applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Sony Ericsson k610i at the moment, which I got for free - so i don't complain if its not posh as the rest. LOL. My mobile is only for Calls and Text and occasionally for Camera's use cos I used to have a digital camera.. and Nothing else! Super laspag na yung phone ko. Kawawa naman. Nahingi na ng kapalit. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-5107726905554848047?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5107726905554848047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5107726905554848047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5107726905554848047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5107726905554848047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/w960i-or-k850i.html' title='w960i or k850i?'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2umWIcDyRI/AAAAAAAAATI/qfMK_k3DOrw/s72-c/K850i_product_quality_image_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-7695897927618158473</id><published>2007-12-20T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:55:21.751Z</updated><title type='text'>After 7 months..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a good time with my two bestest girl friend this afternoon. It has been 7 months since the three of us meet-up. I'm so sorry girls ;( Ye, that was even a month before I left for my Pinas Holiday ;( I feel so guilty not putting much effort on meeting them up :-| but I guess, they understood me. Working while studying is a serious big big time management to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I didn't know and things I never heard and course, Shocked with the new stories. Dude, I felt so left-out ;( So it was a major catching up.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat is getting married by October next year - supposed to be March this year. &amp;amp; My first time to see her engagement ring which Shaun proposed to her 6 months ago. I'm so left behind with news, Right? ;( yep, my lovely Kat is only the same age as me but she's not pregnant. So screw the idea that she's only getting married for the sake of the baby. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ye, enjoy the moment of being single - waking up every morning with different face. Don't let go of it yet.. " - She surprised me with her advice though. Three of us has different look in life. Kat is the mature sticking to one guy, Annie loves the complicated lovelife - like proper COMLPCIATED love stories and myself, as of them has too much choices over the sea but never took the chance and only always go for a date. I'm fussy. Nope, I suck when it comes to that. Ayoko ng puti, pwede baaaaaa? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Ganon pla yung feeling ng unti unti mo nkkalimutan ang nakaraan mo at iba na ang pumapasok sa utak mo? Ay syet. Ang landi! Eto nnaman ho akoooooo. Kai magtigil ka nga ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we exchanged presents today :-) and bought my parent's some Christmas presents. Shaun sent us home with his new car that as of me - Really nice but filthy. Guys guys. Tsk tsk. We had a good sex education from the couple too. Hahaha. I keep on screaming and laughing how Kat and Shaun argue about the topic but still soooo sweet :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-7695897927618158473?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/7695897927618158473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=7695897927618158473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7695897927618158473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7695897927618158473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/after-7-months.html' title='After 7 months..'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-7350564255764328371</id><published>2007-12-19T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:14:51.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Malamig na Pasko?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;" In a minute now we're still holding it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;butterflies everytime he come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;you make me, so crazy, its crazy, ohh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't ever wanna be with no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;you're the only one that ever made me melt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;you're special, boy it's your, your style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;we so in Love "&lt;br /&gt;- Baby Love; Nicole Scherzinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Are you going to spend Christmas alone? Single at malamig ang pasko? Or is it jelousy that your friends are usually in a relationship while youre there sobbering up and wishing you can spend Christmas with someone special? Or mukmok to the max ka dyan and yelling to the world na malamig ang pasko mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PWES! You cant find a friend on me. Makinig ka, Theres only one tiny difference between being in a relationship and not during Christmas. You found your match and we singles, hasn't. Eh ano ngayon? I can't justify few of my friends who mourn alot on being Single, Ganon nba kayo ka-panget ngayon to worry alot about your relationship status? &amp;amp; being single doesnt mean you're left out or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; Being Single is not bad after all. We could flirt and have fun without any limitations. We just really have to enjoy it once in a while cos we'll fuckin missed it if we're on a serious relationship again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no plan on being in a relationship at the moment, flirt kung flirt. We sometimes need to take advantage of our charm for now, Sayang naman ang beauty if we'll be sticking to one asshole for the longest time, Right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Masarap lang cguro yung feeling na you have someone you can call your own and I must admit - I thought of getting in again. Mainlove ba daw sa mga manliligaw by choice and not by heart?  Hahaha :-) Its not time for me to stick to one person and problemahin ng todo. There are things that I need to do first - but who knows, whenever I feel that its the right time - I might try it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kaya to my fellow Single friends - Chill lang :-) We're not running out of time yet. so for now, let's make it to a point that we'll enjoy singlehood and party alot. You'll missed it when youre back in a relationship again, I'm telling you ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But if you're so getting crazy about being single, I might help you on a bit. Help me with my Charity works for Christmas. I'll blog it on my next entry :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-7350564255764328371?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/7350564255764328371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=7350564255764328371&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7350564255764328371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7350564255764328371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/malamig-na-pasko.html' title='Malamig na Pasko?'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-4054292912718415813</id><published>2007-12-18T21:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:32:29.561Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2g4XYcDyOI/AAAAAAAAASo/XgWTwwUj4-U/s1600-h/IMG_2862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2g4XYcDyOI/AAAAAAAAASo/XgWTwwUj4-U/s200/IMG_2862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145424548619077858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture above:&lt;br /&gt;Annie &amp;amp; Me, My mother &amp;amp; Annie's Mum, Judy. &amp;amp; Ate Judith! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Long years, Kung hindi pa nya ko ppuntahan sa bahay, di nya ko makikita (; Ang hirap talagang maging kaibigan ako, ang tamad tamad ko kse lumaboy. How could I? Ikaw kaya tumambay sa labas kung di ka manginig sa lamig . . :P They just came by to dropped some gifts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already bought and wrapped my gifts for everyone, well not exactly. I still need to buy stuff for the secret santa thingy at work. I just need to wait til Thursday to get paid from work[; &amp;amp; because my Kuya Mark &amp;amp; Elize can't wait to open my gift from them, they asked for my permission na. Funny, parang bata to c Kuya.. I bought him the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cc-ClutaN_I"&gt;Assasin Creed&lt;/a&gt; game for PS3. &amp;amp; Elize's an Enchanted Charm. Look, kung gano kaadik ang dalawa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2g7CYcDyPI/AAAAAAAAASw/oSpex0rZlcU/s1600-h/IMG_2868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2g7CYcDyPI/AAAAAAAAASw/oSpex0rZlcU/s200/IMG_2868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145427486376708338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ang dalawang adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-4054292912718415813?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/4054292912718415813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=4054292912718415813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4054292912718415813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4054292912718415813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/christmas-preparation_18.html' title='Christmas Preparation'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2g4XYcDyOI/AAAAAAAAASo/XgWTwwUj4-U/s72-c/IMG_2862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1160340959681681502</id><published>2007-12-17T17:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:06:07.491Z</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Inn Room 380 Heatrow London</title><content type='html'>I've been hella busy these past few days.. Christmas is approaching and I finally have enough time to keep in touch with friends - or set a date. Last Friday I went to meet a very close friend Kenneth - I picked him up from the Heatrow Airport and went to checked in Holiday Inn HeatrowM4J4. Dyaraaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2avc4cDyGI/AAAAAAAAARo/xBlHNrpjV8w/s1600-h/PC141078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2avc4cDyGI/AAAAAAAAARo/xBlHNrpjV8w/s200/PC141078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144992535038642274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next stop is - Piccadilly Circus :-) The word Circus is a Latin word of Circle and this side of West London is close to the shopping and entertainment part of the City. &amp;amp; this is why, its a great spot to be a 'meeting place' - easy to find and close to everywhere!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2awyYcDyHI/AAAAAAAAARw/C83ry06bQb4/s1600-h/PC141081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2awyYcDyHI/AAAAAAAAARw/C83ry06bQb4/s200/PC141081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144994003917457522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch break, we just went to eat in Burger King and to meet Christian[; Yum! :-) For Shopping's sake, We went to meet Ehmz and Ate Mheanne in Topshop Oxford's Street, We are Myspace Friends, Remember guys? :-) Thanks &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/tom"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt; for reuniting us. Haha[;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2ax1IcDyII/AAAAAAAAAR4/9znu2_s1vqs/s1600-h/PC141108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2ax1IcDyII/AAAAAAAAAR4/9znu2_s1vqs/s200/PC141108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144995150673725570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Oxford Street&lt;/b&gt; is a major thoroughfare in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London" title="London"&gt;London&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/England" title="England"&gt;England&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City_of_Westminster" title="City of Westminster"&gt;City of Westminster&lt;/a&gt;. With over 300 shops, it is Europe's largest shopping street" - Wikipedia.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to check out FM Bar or the famous Filipino Bar in Shepherd's Bush. But because of bad reviews Id heard about it. We then decided to just stay in the hotel and drinkkkkkk. Course, with my very own Ate Liz :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2az6YcDyJI/AAAAAAAAASA/EiM8RnL3t4w/s1600-h/PC151149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2az6YcDyJI/AAAAAAAAASA/EiM8RnL3t4w/s200/PC151149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144997439891294354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Dyosa ng Kagandahan. Haha[; She's like my mentor and everything. &amp;amp; ang matindi kong tga-batok and tga-mura kapag may kalokohan ako ginagawa. &amp;amp; Our motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hindi nagmamahal ang mga DYOSA sa tga-Lupa!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2a304cDyLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/f-d2psHAvWs/s1600-h/IMG_0027-1kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2a304cDyLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/f-d2psHAvWs/s200/IMG_0027-1kk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145001743448524978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2a0yYcDyKI/AAAAAAAAASI/sZ-V07KbPj0/s1600-h/IMG_0056-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2a0yYcDyKI/AAAAAAAAASI/sZ-V07KbPj0/s200/IMG_0056-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144998401963968674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2a4T4cDyMI/AAAAAAAAASY/GngoHAlzKDs/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2a4T4cDyMI/AAAAAAAAASY/GngoHAlzKDs/s200/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145002276024469698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the Room 380 is a fun-filled night of Drinks and Smoke ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1160340959681681502?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1160340959681681502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1160340959681681502&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1160340959681681502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1160340959681681502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/holiday-inn-room-380-heatrow-london.html' title='Holiday Inn Room 380 Heatrow London'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R2avc4cDyGI/AAAAAAAAARo/xBlHNrpjV8w/s72-c/PC141078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-4666524320988794000</id><published>2007-12-13T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:20:29.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Sister's Christmas Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/livingwivmusic/IMG_2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/livingwivmusic/IMG_2848.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just got home from my sister's Christmas play at school. Cute thing. She's the only little asian kid in her school but she's one of the smartest, imagine - she's one of the three top kids on her class? the rest of the two is her bestest friends too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about her is the sense that she has this English accent but can speak and understand Tagalog very well. She's trained at home. mahirap kc yung iuuwi mo sila sa pinas but theyre left behind cos of their language. ;) and I don't find 'bulol sa tagalog' people cute ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/livingwivmusic/IMG_2850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/livingwivmusic/IMG_2850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-4666524320988794000?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/4666524320988794000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=4666524320988794000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4666524320988794000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4666524320988794000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/sisters-christmas-play.html' title='Sister&apos;s Christmas Play'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-8611831688160517460</id><published>2007-12-12T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:15:43.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Thanks God, I have a Kuya.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon when I asked my kuya to drive us going to &lt;a href="http://www.castlepointshopping.com/index.html"&gt;Castlepoint&lt;/a&gt; cos my lil'sister has to buy something for her school play and myself to get some clothes for the party I'm attending to =) Its unplanned so I only wore the simpliest (and oldest) coat I have. Who cares, Right? I only need to buy and fcuk off afterwards. When we arrived, I told him that I have to check out Topshop cos of the factor that I could get student discounts. Nyehehe :P I keep forcing him to leave me alone cos he'll start pestering me while trying to choose. We have different taste when it comes to clothes, I'm the whatever type. &amp;amp; He's the classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Ano bbilhin mo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: a top.&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Get a coat, tignan mo nga suot mo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh? I bought one last friday tapos Dad bought me one last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Come over here, look at this one. It was £80 (8k php) before and its only £40 (4k php) now. Eto sukat mo. (while getting my bag and coat off)&lt;br /&gt;Kai: Pretty nga kaso mahal.. Unless, you'll buy me this for Christmas *griiin*&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Hmm.. Kiss muna?:D&lt;br /&gt;Kai: ahaha. Really? Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he paid for it nga! Bwahaha. I was smirking the whole night, Generosity! I know, Super babaw pero once in a blue moon ko din makasundo si Kuya. He's super moody. &amp;amp; it has been a rough ride for the all of us lately.. And I'm glad everything is fine now :-) apart from the coat he gave me, he also bought playstation 3 then Dad bought the Tellie we've asked for! :P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-737.friendster.com/e1/photos/73/73/7903737/450835464l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos-737.friendster.com/e1/photos/73/73/7903737/450835464l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we grow older, parang my brother is my Dad na din or even worst. I have to make paalam pa on him whenever I go out. So now, I have to ask for the three's permission first. &amp;amp; usually kahit okay na sa parents yung step na I'm going to take, sya naman yung may ayaw. But when it comes to his sermon, I can really feel his concern - would you believe that he phoned us up early in the morning during our holiday in the phils, just to ask who's the guy I'm with on my friendster.com's account and he really wanted to confirm what he saw and such.. Dad told me nga na nag-seselos si kuya sa mga guys na umaaligid sken.. Ang cute no? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember during the time when it was only me and him yung naiwan sa Pinas and we always and always runned out of allowance - he'll wake me up in the morning looking saggy and gay and tired and everything - he'll give me money from the Modelling Runway he joined in the night before. He could be the overprotective one and the sweetest at the same time :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us are wishing either an Ate or Kuya's :-) I have both. My brother and his Gf. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Christmas pressies received and opened really early for me &amp;amp; I cant think of anything more for Christmas. Hmmm :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-8611831688160517460?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/8611831688160517460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=8611831688160517460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8611831688160517460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8611831688160517460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/thanks-god-i-have-kuya.html' title='Thanks God, I have a Kuya.'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6408427676496180352</id><published>2007-12-11T21:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T07:57:04.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Martyr?</title><content type='html'>benj: kaw ba gumawa nung post muh na bulletin ung&lt;br /&gt;benj: Hindi ako MARTYR? lol.&lt;br /&gt;kai : ye&lt;br /&gt;kai : thats a questionnaire&lt;br /&gt;benj: ka ba basa ko lang, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parang ayaw muh masaktan sa relationship&lt;/span&gt;, thats wat i think&lt;br /&gt;benj: no offense&lt;br /&gt;kai: haha. been through alot&lt;br /&gt;kai : ive learned already&lt;br /&gt;benj: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 out of 16 let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benj: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 lang ang fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there are so many things you should think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : i'm only 18. theres so much to get.&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;im not gonna die yet. or live my life alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when it comes to love, consider everything first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; . and love yourself first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benj: Pag pagod ka na pero mahal mo pa siya? your answer is let go bakit??&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;give yourself a break. we deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and sometimes, someone has to understand too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and not just you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benj: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero d va svi nila pag mahal mo isang tau handa ka dapat gawin lahat para sa kanya dhil mahal mo cia&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;kai : the question is,&lt;br /&gt;kai: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if the person you love doesnt give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whats the use of your love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in a relationship, involves two person. not just yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benj: lam mo it's logic!!&lt;br /&gt;benj: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what will you choose the person you love or the one who loves you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai :&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; i'll go for the one i love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;kai : but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not to the extent that i'll let myself look dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go for the person you love that doesnt love you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what do u think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benj: what if meron ciang mahal na iba?&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benj: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handa ka ba ipag laban cia??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benj:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; why&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hindi ko pagssiksikan sarili ko skanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benj: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahal muh cia d va?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes pero me looking tangga?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benjamin lasco :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ibig sabihin pala i'm living my life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai : course you are.&lt;br /&gt;kai : as what i said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;world doesnt end there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone is entitled to love and be loved. theres so much things that will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benj: hhhmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi daw ako Martyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikaw, Martyr kba??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6408427676496180352?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6408427676496180352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6408427676496180352&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6408427676496180352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6408427676496180352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/martyr.html' title='Martyr?'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5805881142309171172</id><published>2007-12-11T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:16:59.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Deal or No deal?</title><content type='html'>and I don't know how to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and a very close friend -&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3596625"&gt;Budjie Campos&lt;/a&gt; - talked about bet and dared me to have a try. Like, a proper bet. Guess what I should do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 years&lt;/span&gt;. Wtf, Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa amin na lng whatever reward we'll get but its worth it naman. Pero - Me? Staying Single for that looooong? I usually stays single for 6 months but all of my relationship last for more than 6+ months though and a serious one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to our dare and bet, Single for 4 years? Hualangya! No way!! Pano kung the someone is already there? Ang sakit sa heart nun. ahaha!! Pero why not give it a try ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just focus myself on working out the condo I'm buying. Arggh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-5805881142309171172?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5805881142309171172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5805881142309171172&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5805881142309171172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5805881142309171172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='Deal or No deal?'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-9090060616564923711</id><published>2007-12-09T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T07:49:24.871Z</updated><title type='text'>Bad day for me</title><content type='html'>Been working 12 hours straight during the weekends which is against MY LAW. No party. No gimmick &amp;amp; to think that I'm officially on my Christmas Holiday ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short budget and Christmas shopping has to be done by the end of this week. Ken is coming over this Friday and will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay over night&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt; with the rest.. then my college's friends dinner on Monday then bar hopping the whole night. Sucks to be busy with non-sense partying. Lol. I hate parties. Clubbing has never been one of my character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my camera is broken&lt;/span&gt; ;( the lens is  stucked and it doesnt turn on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung kelan kailangan yung camera dun pa nasira..&lt;/span&gt; It was my brother's fault but I dont have to put the blame on him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos mabait naman ako&lt;/span&gt;.. Call it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt; but I kinda cried when I found out ~ I hasn't fully paid my credit card bill yet and its now, broken ;( How come that I cried over a simple camera which I didn't when I lose my bf? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1zu_GTKU3I/AAAAAAAAARg/OKGRKH1_wDM/s1600-h/IMG_6135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1zu_GTKU3I/AAAAAAAAARg/OKGRKH1_wDM/s200/IMG_6135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142247642340414322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When am I able to use you again? I need you this time ;(&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-9090060616564923711?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/9090060616564923711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=9090060616564923711&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/9090060616564923711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/9090060616564923711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/bad-day-for-me.html' title='Bad day for me'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1zu_GTKU3I/AAAAAAAAARg/OKGRKH1_wDM/s72-c/IMG_6135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-7671398720449535740</id><published>2007-12-08T19:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:29:54.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Philippines!</title><content type='html'>I always hear things that theres no more life back home ~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corrupt government, Economic Crisis, Petrol's unbelievably high, Crime, Pollution, No job vacancy and so on..&lt;/span&gt;  living abroad is the stepping stone. I can agree on that but in some ways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghihirap or Mahirap na ba talaga ang Pinas? Ewan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as of my observation, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hindi naman&lt;/span&gt;.. Super dami ng tao sa malls. Most of everyone has a car, madami kumakain sa Jolibee , Max's and etc.. May maids. Maganda ang cellphone. Speaking of mobile phones, Let me share you my story on how - where and when my mobile phone got stolen during my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my lola's birthday and our welcome-back party, and my 2nd night in the Philippines, Its not a huge party but all of my friends, relatives, cousins and kapit-bahay were there.. &amp;amp; I must admit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm careless&lt;/span&gt; ~ I leave my stuffs anywhere I like cos I'm used to trust people easily. My phone is a pink Samsung that i bought from my first salary, it cost me around 23k php that time ~ So yeh, It was only my friends and this group of kapit bahay that I dont actually know. Around 12midnyt na when my then-boyfriend has to leave for work, so sinamahan ko sya outside sa carpark then my friends went out with me to smoke. As far as I remember, I left my mobile just on the top of our table and ye, I'm a bit drunk but never been worst. Pagbalik ko, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoot! Wala na.. &lt;/span&gt;I tried to find it, cos kka-load ko lng ng 500 dun. Haha. Wala na talaga.  But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didnt panic cos its just a phone&lt;/span&gt;.  I could buy as many as I like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joke!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha.  My UK mobile phone kc is in contract and they upgrade it to a latest version every now and then with no fee at all, so ayos lang sken.. But syempre I cant blame my friends and relatives to be pissed off about it, sabi nga nila pinakain mo na't lahat, nanakawan ka pa.. tsk tsk. Sneaky no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; As of everyone who heard about my mobile phone stolen on my second night back home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Welcome to the Philippines!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my gulay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a suspect naman but I never confronted him/her. Sbi ko pa nga, peram lng ako saglet ng phone ko cos I need to get my user number for my online banking and I'm willing to give it back matching the charger. hehe.. tska I dont wanna ruin my night just because of my mobile phone that prolly just cost around 8k by now. or even 3k in Greenhills. hehe :)&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/28132995-7671398720449535740?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/7671398720449535740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=7671398720449535740&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7671398720449535740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7671398720449535740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/welcome-to-philippines.html' title='Welcome to the Philippines!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5118767044250936023</id><published>2007-12-07T17:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:16:16.764Z</updated><title type='text'>Ola Tagged!</title><content type='html'>A tag from &lt;a href="http://chant07.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chant&lt;/a&gt;, thanks thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two names I go by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ikai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Two things I am wearing right now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pyjamas&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cardigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Two things I want(or have) in a relationship : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Loyalty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Two things I like to do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopping &lt;/span&gt;| &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two things I want very badly at this moment:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two things I did last night&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finished my coursework&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Checked mails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two things I ate today&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roast Chicken&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peanuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two persons I last spoke to&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two things I am doing tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two favorite days of the week&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two favorite Holidays:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two favorite beverages&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottled water&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fanta Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two things about me that you may not have known&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conya&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE Charityworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two jobs that I have had in my life: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chef Ass&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Till's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Two movies I would watch over and over: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not so fond with movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Two places I have lived: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cavite&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Two of my favorite food: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hawaiian Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Two places I would rather be right now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippines &lt;/span&gt;| &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging YOU! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-5118767044250936023?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5118767044250936023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5118767044250936023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5118767044250936023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5118767044250936023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/ola-tagged.html' title='Ola Tagged!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2504762910168753681</id><published>2007-12-06T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:04:36.960Z</updated><title type='text'>First few days in Pinas</title><content type='html'>Out from the airport, we rushed down going home.. I can still remember that way - COASTAL - still hasnt change.. and traffic is still there.. Toll fee gone up! It was only 9.00php and its 18.00php last august. How this driver surpass that? tssk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air pollution is minimized though.. But rubbish are still around. Ang weird nga, We Filipinos keep complaining about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;basura&lt;/span&gt;. Look right, left - its everywhere! Nakakadiri. I dont litter really and since I'm in the Philippines and the people I'm always with do that - I could have put a big banner on my forehead with a warning sign "Stop littering" and they always answer me with "Nsa Pilipinas ka.. Wala ka sa UK.." Okay, fine. But how will people stop if one of you hasnt learn HOW TO STOP? Badtrip talaga. Aren't they disgust of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This is why we're in the Philippines, It's punked. You can do whatever you want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll agree on that. But there are things that you should learn NOT to do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleanliness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have complained alot when I moved in the UK, the things that I grew up with is completely different. Littering, pollution, traffic, tsismis and so on.. I missed those. I missed everything but not being maarte ~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I dont think I deserve to use the word maarte just because I'm already in the UK&lt;/span&gt; ~ its a matter of understanding what really is up and down and what is the best for everyone. and me staying on a different land that I cant call my own for years is not a valid reason that I'm one of them already and should act like them. I just really saw the real big difference between it. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;changes starts not through the Government&lt;/span&gt; - it should start on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, When we arrived home - Mygod. Seems like theres a party! Seafoods, People, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kapitbahay, Baranggay tanod, Captain, Lola ng lolo ni kwan basta madami na ewan ko na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kung sino.&lt;/span&gt;. Syempre as being the balikbayan, you stands out. and this is really really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang puti puti mo..&lt;/span&gt;" Maputi talaga ako, noon pa. Pero nasobrahan yata kaputian ko nung napunta ako sa UK. Below is a pic with Kylie, one of my close English friend. Tignan nyo nman, stands out ang pagiging tanned ko, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1huuGTKU0I/AAAAAAAAARI/blYRSOro1z0/s1600-h/P1010705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1huuGTKU0I/AAAAAAAAARI/blYRSOro1z0/s200/P1010705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140980712887440194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1hvZmTKU1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/WbNh5JIkHq8/s1600-h/IMG_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1hvZmTKU1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/WbNh5JIkHq8/s200/IMG_1456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140981460211749714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and above, my picture on our welcome-back party. Ang puti ko, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're treated different. and I must admit, I found it hard.. and loved it at the same time. All you have to do is sit there and expect someone who'll talk to you and ask about your life, what you've been up to in the UK and so on.. Prang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Buzz&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Sa loob loob ko - Do they actually know who am I in the UK? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm nothing&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just an average 18 year old who's studying and working hard to earn some dough, now I have to work everything to get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already bid my goodbye on my spoiledbrat days. and this is what they saw when I went back in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll know in my next entry, I have to do my coursework first ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I changed my template to a really simple one and comments are enabled though I found out that my page look better when viewed in &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com/en-US/firefox/"&gt;Firefox&lt;/a&gt;. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2504762910168753681?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2504762910168753681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2504762910168753681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2504762910168753681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2504762910168753681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/first-few-days-in-pinas.html' title='First few days in Pinas'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1huuGTKU0I/AAAAAAAAARI/blYRSOro1z0/s72-c/P1010705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-8545650681648850274</id><published>2007-12-04T21:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:20:46.657Z</updated><title type='text'>First ever balikbayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1XL2GTKUwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/X9XJEUVb__8/s1600-h/IMG_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1XL2GTKUwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/X9XJEUVb__8/s200/IMG_1356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140238679977644802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest - Since I was a kid, I love to experience the feeling of being a "balikbayan" - I always has to be the little one who's waiting around the airport waiting for my relatives to arrive. But now is my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;           24th of July '07 - the most awaited date. I keep checking the plane's time and the world travel's guide, imagine almost 24 hours inside the plane and 3 hours stopover in Kuwait &amp;amp; Bangkok's airport? Its &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dreadful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we arrived Manila around 4pm - Super sarap ng feeling that youre on the top of the country.  I noticed na sa UK pare-pareho ang bubong. Sa pinas -  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;.  Kanya kanyang &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; :D though first thing that caught my attention was the squatter area (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;correct me if i'm wrong, squatter nga ba yung nsa malapit sa airport?&lt;/span&gt;) Iba din yung feeling ng paglabas mo ng Plane's gate - may sumasalubong na musician na nka-barong &amp;amp; super folk songs. Goosebumps talaga. This is it. I'm really in the Philippines. Mainit na kc compared sa 8 degrees when I left the UK, its 31 degrees sa Pinas XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; course, mawawala ba yung may ssundo syo na kamag-anak sa arrival area? yung tipong - sinisigaw at kumakaway na syo with matching ngiti hanggang tengga? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Npa-sigaw ako nun biglang may kumatok sa Van's window na ganito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1ZvfGTKUxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6Juwh5IrU0E/s1600-h/IMG_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1ZvfGTKUxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6Juwh5IrU0E/s200/IMG_1358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140418604747608850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walang ganyan sa States.. este UK.&lt;/span&gt; - Nkkatakot kc pilit nyang binubuksan yung bintana.. But then, nakakaawa.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Buti na lng nilagay ko sa paperbag yung mga Mcdonald's burger from Kuwait, kaya yun na lng inabot ko but teka - wala bang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang weird ng feeling - lagi ko knkumpara ang Englatera sa Pilipinas nun mga sandali na yun.. Totoo nga yung commercial na "Walang ganyan sa states.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero unti unting ngfflashback yung mga ginagawa ko lang dati sa Pinas, parang kelan lang no? 3 taon na din pla since I left.. and on that day, ssabihin mo sa madramang paraan "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang kelan lang..&lt;/span&gt;" reminiscing mode. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog my first night in the Philippines and the rest soon. My mobile phone got stolen there! Hooray! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-8545650681648850274?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/8545650681648850274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=8545650681648850274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8545650681648850274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8545650681648850274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/first-ever-balikbayan.html' title='First ever balikbayan'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R1XL2GTKUwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/X9XJEUVb__8/s72-c/IMG_1356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-4683186905772208067</id><published>2007-12-01T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:39:29.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Condominium?</title><content type='html'>I was too fed up browsing about nothing in the world wide web when I stumbled on a &lt;a href="http://condominium.ph/"&gt;condominium&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai: Mum? Buy me a condo in Makati. Now naaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Okay honey.&lt;br /&gt;Kai: Ehh mum? I want it now na. As in now naaaa..??&lt;br /&gt;Mum: No problem, you ring them up and i'll buy you two.&lt;br /&gt;Kai: Really? *sheepishly grinning*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: But mag-ligpit ka muna ng plato &amp;amp; sampay mo yung nsa washing machine then I'll buy you a condo in Meketi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toink! Did you ever wish that you were born a millionaire? Like, Paris Hilton? Where you could get what you want in just one snap? Bwahaha. Me? Sometimes yes, Sometimes not. Dont you love the thrill? &amp;amp; everything that goes around innit? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How to be a millionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marry a Millionaire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Divorced a Millionaire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kidnap Mystic Meg (and force her to reveal the winning number in the next lottery)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invent zero-calorie chocolate bar -that actually taste the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star on a reality TV-show (ask the dumbest question just like Jade Goody..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Tryyyyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-4683186905772208067?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/4683186905772208067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=4683186905772208067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4683186905772208067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4683186905772208067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/12/i-was-too-fed-up-browsing-about-nothing.html' title='Condominium?'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-2743013499560765381</id><published>2007-11-29T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:40:15.528Z</updated><title type='text'>bubbly</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/a9-FPVmn4G"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/a9-FPVmn4G" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It starts in my toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I crinkle my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where ever it goes I always know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please stay for a while now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just take your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where ever you go&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-2743013499560765381?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/2743013499560765381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=2743013499560765381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2743013499560765381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/2743013499560765381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/it-starts-in-my-toes-and-i-crinkle-my.html' title='bubbly'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5892810721394290788</id><published>2007-11-29T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:15:03.282Z</updated><title type='text'>South to North, Move?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R08GXAUWebI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PAXTY2aaH54/s1600-h/bpqm2-medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R08GXAUWebI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PAXTY2aaH54/s200/bpqm2-medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138332692145142194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked me this morning whats my thought on moving to another place. I always consider it especially in a house. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're currently living in a flat or condo unit&lt;/span&gt;.) This place is devastating. We're in the middle of the two biggest towns but both 15 miles away. Transportation is a real pain the ass. Apart from the long journey I do everyday just to get in to my classes, It cost me around £20 for a week (2k  php)  and the routes took me an hour to get home  and bus cuts down after 6pm. My social life is too much affected. I'm still glad that theres this &lt;a href="http://www.travelpublishing.co.uk/HiddenPlacesofDorsetHantsandIsleofWight/Dorset/DOR28920.htm"&gt;little ancient pub&lt;/a&gt; across the road. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats the crappiest pub I saw though.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the family's planning to mortgage a house somewhere else. I was - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay that'll be cool but where?&lt;/span&gt; - I excitedly told my friends that we're moving around the town near their place.. Yipee!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not! &lt;/span&gt;Just when I heard it right that they're talking to the Mortgage adviser and their interested in Grimsby, North Yorkshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No way&lt;/span&gt;. I mean - Lovely house, spacious, garden and detached. But me? Moving out from the comfort of sea side and summer capital of  South England up to the Coldest  part of Great Britain and  minutes away from Scotland? with the weird Yorkshire's accent? Hah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You must be joking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That'll be another adjustments and I can't just leave my friends here :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dad considered my opinion that I don't really feel like moving away from Dorset though, So he gave me one more year to decide whether I'll come along with them up to North or move by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll soon be moving and they know that. Once you turned 18 years old, you have to move out or pay a rent to your parents. Independent, indeed. I hasn't move yet cos I'm still in college but once I finished it and found a job - I'll start paying the rent or move out from my parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we Filipinos don't do that&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; We don't have to implement that cos we're still Filipinos no matter how long you've stayed abroad. But to the other side, Do you still want to carry on with the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;asa sa magulang&lt;/span&gt;" mentality till you get married?  I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me, it's still a big pink question mark..&lt;br /&gt;Will I move out or live my life in North?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-5892810721394290788?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5892810721394290788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5892810721394290788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5892810721394290788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5892810721394290788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/dad-asked-me-this-morning-whats-my.html' title='South to North, Move?'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R08GXAUWebI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PAXTY2aaH54/s72-c/bpqm2-medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6734875911741825342</id><published>2007-11-28T22:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:40:46.789Z</updated><title type='text'>Arriving the UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/livingwivmusic/arrival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/livingwivmusic/arrival.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/livingwivmusic/airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/livingwivmusic/airport.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[January 31 2005 London Heatrow Airport]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UK? or what we Filipinos use to refer as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ukay-Ukay&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, Let me share you my story why and how out of the blue I'm here and forever will be here (isn't it a shame? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny that I have a real good life back in the Philippines - good business, money, family, car and whatelse, best friends in the whole world. Complain? Still Yes. We're all aware about Economic Crisis. Nevertheless, the threats that we can't stand up anymore once we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution?  Going abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living abroad is actually a family choice. Most of my Aunties &amp;amp; Uncles are in Australia, Canada &amp;amp; United States. My cousins whose currently in the Philippines are those whose leaving soon as well. So to sum it all up, I don't have any family back home :( &amp;amp; us, in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, I was so excited and everything when I found out that we're applying for Canada :) My giggles and daydreaming or actually trying to practice what I'm going to say when its time to leave (Ohmygod I feel so embarassed!!) well I'm only 10 by then, what would you expect? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Filipinos, want to see and experience the life abroad. The different language, places that you can only see in postcards and most especially the snow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the Canada thingy's application asked for another documents or whatever you call it - we still have pending application for that actually. Then we tried Australia &amp;amp; same situation and result. Dude, It's really hard to get in there! Dad only wanted to move there cos of the majority of his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, So ye, My mum &amp;amp; I Got a tourist visa in the UK - as her gift for me (due to high grades.. blah) To cut it short, Yeh the tourist visa has been approved. Mum decided to why not work in the UK? Besides its the opportunity that counts. Another Embassy application for a proper Visa working permit. Luckily, Everything is okay and Legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish my highschool in the Philippines. Full stop. Dad and my little sister went in the UK first then after 6 months &amp;amp; before my brother turn 18 we have to leave which is 3 months before my high school graduation :-( I hate it how I didn't experience the High School graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hate the UK. I thought its unfair. Well, its just that I'm not adjusted yet. I was only like that for a year and half. I learned to live the way like this and I now loved it :-) but of course, not as much as I love the Philippines ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would think that I'm here? Unexpected. Things doesn't go well when planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6734875911741825342?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6734875911741825342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6734875911741825342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6734875911741825342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6734875911741825342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/january-31-2005-london-heatrow-airport.html' title='Arriving the UK'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-3944150772938929859</id><published>2007-11-27T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:08:58.288Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to meet my mum who went shopping for clothes for their hotel Christmas party after my classes :-) &amp;amp; Ate Djhoan called me to meet her up. It's their first time to meet :P Shopping, Ate in "Real China" then back to shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R00y7gUWeXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pQBBoxGKI0c/s1600-h/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R00y7gUWeXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pQBBoxGKI0c/s200/DSC02453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137818747768568178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ate Djho, kept telling me that I'm looking soo happpppy today! Haha :P&lt;br /&gt;Bat kaya? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away for a bit lovers :-]&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to finish the book I bought yesterday first :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: No Strings Attached&lt;br /&gt;Author: Clare Dowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend my whole night reading the first 4 chapters out of 37 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-3944150772938929859?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/3944150772938929859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=3944150772938929859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3944150772938929859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3944150772938929859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/happy.html' title='Happy?'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R00y7gUWeXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pQBBoxGKI0c/s72-c/DSC02453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5568908595850590993</id><published>2007-11-26T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:44:33.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Open letter. Naks. :)</title><content type='html'>Hi You! ü ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know who you are..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; I guess you guys know who he is..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say THANK YOU for actually keeping your promises.. For helping me around, making me laugh, letting me learn from things, appreciate things better, for driving, making me smile, and just plainly making me happy. In other words, Keeping the promises that I'll be enjoying my stay with your efforts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina while I was talking to you, I just felt so light. I'm glad I now know that I already let the ogre go. It's a cool feeling catching up again with no more barriers &amp;amp; continuing the friendship - where we first started :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit my heart jumped when you told me that the family was asking about me and how you reacted about it. But hey, we can now smile, ye? you'll always be a part of this "ikai" . the person who'll laugh and cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great feeling - able to laugh and do the asaran times again XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Guys, I'm just happy that finally I'm able to smile - right. I realized, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why hate him for the bad ending? where I could thank him for the million things he did to make me happy&lt;/span&gt;. dba? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-72.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=864691128459316082&amp;amp;site=widget-72.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 200px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=864691128459316082&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-72.slide.com/p1/864691128459316082/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=864691128459316082&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-72.slide.com/p2/864691128459316082/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this slideshow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has no other meaning apart from friendship&lt;/span&gt;. so no malice or thoughts that i'm expecting for us to be together again. this photos are just some of our kulitan moments as friends ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why hate the person who made you smile, somehow ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being happy is a choice !! :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/28132995-5568908595850590993?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5568908595850590993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5568908595850590993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5568908595850590993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5568908595850590993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/for.html' title='Open letter. Naks. :)'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-8701442765838750285</id><published>2007-11-25T15:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:22:32.322Z</updated><title type='text'>you sometimes need to be spoiled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0mQSAUWeUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zi15S0jOXDw/s1600-h/IMG_6026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0mQSAUWeUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zi15S0jOXDw/s320/IMG_6026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136795488990165314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm now opening my door to any package for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas tree is now willing to have something underneath it ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a minimum of £10 will be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the three of us - my siblings - now know what we really want for Christmas. We went out to check the availability of this plasma TV along with PS3 ;D&lt;br /&gt;I love going back to kiddie's age where we used to play playstation one. ye, Let's move for better version! Then you'll see where my age really is for. Stop complaining that I act too mature :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am childish. To be honest, I should have experience the life of being a simple 18 years old. I just jumped straight from being a kid to the 22 years old life [as of Budjie Campos, I think like a 22 yrs old]. I didnt pretty experience the student days.. I accelerated to working straight away. I think thats the main use of having quite a high IQ. humble!!! Shouts! Lol. I'm just kidding ha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Mark promised me that he'll accompany me on getting my driving license one of this days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-8701442765838750285?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/8701442765838750285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=8701442765838750285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8701442765838750285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8701442765838750285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/you-sometimes-need-to-be-spoiled.html' title='you sometimes need to be spoiled.'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0mQSAUWeUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zi15S0jOXDw/s72-c/IMG_6026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-3362787845017549748</id><published>2007-11-23T23:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:41:30.037Z</updated><title type='text'>pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0dlAgUWeTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ub4H07YX5HA/s1600-h/pinkai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0dlAgUWeTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ub4H07YX5HA/s320/pinkai2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136184959389038898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0dk4wUWeSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SEebkE9jwps/s1600-h/pinkai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0dk4wUWeSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SEebkE9jwps/s320/pinkai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136184826245052706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ye, its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; baby :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-3362787845017549748?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/3362787845017549748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=3362787845017549748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3362787845017549748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3362787845017549748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/pink.html' title='pink'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0dlAgUWeTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ub4H07YX5HA/s72-c/pinkai2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-315484730847029547</id><published>2007-11-22T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:03:02.424Z</updated><title type='text'>Suggestions , please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0WHVwUWeRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6Ui6_jvQTTk/s1600-h/cr-template-model_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0WHVwUWeRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6Ui6_jvQTTk/s200/cr-template-model_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135659757903182098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys! I need some help, ideas and suggestions please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've been browsing realty properties via internet.. I saw some good spot which is &lt;a href="http://www.century-properties.com/canyonranch/canyon_fs.html"&gt;Canyon Ranch&lt;/a&gt;, in Carmona Cavite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;30 mins. away from Makati [SLEX way]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Near Alabang, Festival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very much close in Dasmariñas :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 or 3 bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 or 3 storey house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;superb design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm struggling with money I know - but an agent told me that I could kick on with monthly downpayment which is a fair deal. BUT the house area is only 105 sq m. Dude, ang liit nun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share ko lang: I got to talk with the Director of Sales ng Canyon Ranch.. She then asked me how old I am and if I'm going to put my name as a title owner and if I'm the only one who gonna pay for it. So im like - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm only 18 i can name it after me, and yes po I'm the only one who'll pay for it&lt;/span&gt;. Sbi nya, that I'm still young yet seems so responsible, galing ko daw.   then biglang tanong nya '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May boyfriend kanaba?&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kabooooom!!&lt;/span&gt; Do i need to answer that? Haha! Sa loob loob ko - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kailangan ba ng boyfriend pra makabili ng bahay? or dapat ba bbili lng ako ng bahay kpag ikkasal nko?&lt;/span&gt; Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibili ako ng bahay at dun ko po ititira ang boyfriend ko. LOL. As what this people told me, I should not build a high achievement for myself cos I might end up single cos guys might think na they cant reach me or whatsoever. Nyek?! Hindi naman cguro.. Whenever I love, I dont ask for whatever he can give me.. But as a girl.. Girls sometimes expect! :P ANYWAY, off-topic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madaming cons on me buying a house. Because I'm not going to live in Phils anyway, or that no one will stay there and look after my house.. Too big for me. &amp;amp; such. Next time ko na iisipin yan.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, If you guys have idea and suggestion where I could find a better house and lot let me know. Wag lang sa mismo Manila cos I hate the pollution there or Visaya not even Mindanao part  cos thats freaking far :P Thankss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: who knows, i thought of settling myself and work in Phils instead? well, thats what we have to find out ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-315484730847029547?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/315484730847029547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=315484730847029547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/315484730847029547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/315484730847029547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/suggestions-please.html' title='Suggestions , please!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0WHVwUWeRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6Ui6_jvQTTk/s72-c/cr-template-model_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1523596196562141967</id><published>2007-11-22T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T12:55:47.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing - not my thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0V6dwUWeQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9rXQ88ppT04/s1600-h/bmouthclubbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0V6dwUWeQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9rXQ88ppT04/s200/bmouthclubbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135645601690974466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ola! Clubbing is not my thing. As what I always say - I'm the girl for a romantic dinner table. HAHA! I enjoy talking more. I enjoy getting to know a person. I enjoy drinking. I enjoy laughing. I'm this. Sorry, I'm not that. LOL. But not a biggie. I still go for it. That picture taken from Yate's in Bournemouth :) Puro boys! Hahaha. &amp;amp; I must admit, ahem!! hehe. (kontra ka? :P) i knew them that night lang and dko na maalala ano pangalan nla. basag na basag nko nun eh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;and uhmm.. the rest of the picture says it all .. kaya dko xa maiupload sa multiply. me being well -  AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for the messages on my chatbox guys! Lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1523596196562141967?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1523596196562141967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1523596196562141967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1523596196562141967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1523596196562141967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/clubbing-not-my-thing.html' title='Clubbing - not my thing.'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/R0V6dwUWeQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9rXQ88ppT04/s72-c/bmouthclubbing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-3118039227364706682</id><published>2007-11-21T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:10:57.797Z</updated><title type='text'>UK Visa</title><content type='html'>Filipino's extension of Visa. One important issue and I'm not good at that. This morning, I woke up cos of the loud knock. I quickly get up cos I thought its my package from pixmania.com - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ye I've been naughty again shopping online&lt;/span&gt; :D It's two padded envelope named after me and my kuya mark. Well ye its our passport along with my college's documents and bank statements.. This is one of the reason why I'm still skint.. I have to pay for my own visa application which cos a grandss.&lt;br /&gt;Hayy.. yeah, so our visa finally arrived so its more likely to be 'Hey, your life will end in the UK. nowhere else..' I totally accepted that and love the UK bit by bit. I do really.. I'm still in awe what ive been up to.. ye know, good old days back in the phils. hehe :-) I grew up there and looks like I'm going to die here.. Oh no pls!&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky. We're lucky. UK's Home office changed rules. From basic to whatevers. Some Filipino's didnt get the chance to renew their visas and asked to leave the country.. Whats up dba? Sayang.. Kawawa.. Theyre already here in the UK and this is the only way for them to support their family back home.. and some of them actually brought their family here already. Pano yun, pauuwiin nla lahat? Its hard. Very hard.&lt;br /&gt;My mum was worried cos we might get rejected too. Thankfully, not. We're not counting anymore days, months and years.. We'l be living here for like forever .. Embrace being a British Citizen! Noooo.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madaming speculations. Madaming rules. &amp;amp; I dont know what will happen next. Basta i know swerte na kme.. Its super hard to enter the UK. Unless - mapa-isip ka when you read this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:limegreen;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:limegreen;"&gt;"If you have a friend na ang visa ay malapit nang mag expire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:limegreen;"&gt; and she/he badly needs your help... BUt the only way that you can help her/him is by putting yourself in a Marriage contract! as in Literal na COntract for at least 2 years and have divorce later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:limegreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:limegreen;"&gt;   Remember she/he needs a visa, and she/he is your friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:limegreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:limegreen;"&gt; WILL YOU AGREE???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW! haha! unless he'll pay for everything til divorced. Tarush! I kidd. I dont know really. If he is my friend, i prolly know him na so okay lang.. but ang hirap nun? pano nman lovelife ko dba? hehe. but to think na you helped him.. its overwhelming, who knows you'll need his service in time :P&lt;br /&gt;someone actually asked me if i could marry him for legal reasons - ye to enter the UK.. i simply answered him with 'sira ba ulo mo? hindi pko residence!' goodthing hindi pa nga or else, npakasal ako ng maaga. dyusko di ko keri yun :-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK are now closing their doors.. Because of the European union na nagdagsaan sa UK.. So they dont need more workers anymore. So one thing na lng na mkpasok is as tourist, private employers or marrying a british citizen ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mura lang ho yung renta sken. Joke! :P Sbi nga ni Budj one time, he reckon that i'll be living my life here na talaga.. Hindi na sa Pinas. Hmmm.. We dont know what will happen next ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye i need to start doing my personal statement :P laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-3118039227364706682?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/3118039227364706682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=3118039227364706682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3118039227364706682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3118039227364706682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/uk-visa.html' title='UK Visa'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6284627051718205308</id><published>2007-11-17T19:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:28:55.142Z</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To save myself from boredom at home. I finally did something productively. ;D&lt;br /&gt;(ye, i cant get out of the house cos of the weather, windy and -1 degree, brrr..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/Rz9HXwUWeNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gI8Q2JNg9Kw/s1600-h/IMG_5321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/Rz9HXwUWeNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gI8Q2JNg9Kw/s200/IMG_5321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133900573658478802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/Rz9JNAUWeOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pmz9TL2YJwU/s1600-h/IMG_5985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/Rz9JNAUWeOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pmz9TL2YJwU/s200/IMG_5985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133902587998140642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't it nice? Just pin boards, pins and photos of people I love and completed me. through the journey of everything.. this are the people I met, I loved and will never forget.. I always carry them inside my heart.. &amp;amp; I'm hoping na madagdagan pa cla.. So i'll buy a real big pin board next time. hehe.. :) [notice the crosstich on the left hand side? there's this girl wearing red who's crying and the pink one trying to comfort her by letting her cry on her shoulder.. yep, thats my bestfriend's crosstich.. thats her gift when i left philippines for the first time.. notice the word 'PARE' at the bottom of it? Copyrighted and Trademark. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/Rz9MDwUWePI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jzSoNIdecXY/s1600-h/IMG_5987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/Rz9MDwUWePI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jzSoNIdecXY/s200/IMG_5987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133905727619234034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6284627051718205308?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6284627051718205308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6284627051718205308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6284627051718205308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6284627051718205308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/Rz9HXwUWeNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gI8Q2JNg9Kw/s72-c/IMG_5321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-5283651979132880118</id><published>2007-11-15T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:53:55.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RzyhBQUWeLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2Zmb3bXH57c/s1600-h/IMG_5977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RzyhBQUWeLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2Zmb3bXH57c/s200/IMG_5977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133154718227790002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along with the Christmas Tree and every lights of it are my dreams to succeed =)&lt;br /&gt;Happiness for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Love for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Contentment to someone :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 days til Christmas folks! Excited much? hehe. It makes me go mad thinking about the preparation theyre doing back home :( But oh well, let's put it this way - Me going home next christmas, how's that? hehe. I actually thinking of going to HK next year summer then Phils after but I don't think it's a right move. So I'll be going home next Xmas na lang so it's Xmas, New year then my 20th Birthday! Omg. Can't believe I'm turning 20 by that time! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I seldom celebrate my birthday really or if ever I do, its a joint party with my Kuya.. Let's see.. My last bday party was hmmm 2006? &amp;amp;  when I was 7.. Aww.. Poor me! Haha.  I'll give myself a favor on my 20th then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more limits! I'll be alone! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-5283651979132880118?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/5283651979132880118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=5283651979132880118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5283651979132880118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/5283651979132880118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RzyhBQUWeLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2Zmb3bXH57c/s72-c/IMG_5977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-8440208322157785319</id><published>2007-11-15T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:27:13.314Z</updated><title type='text'>Facebook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Kai_Reyes/731412412" title="Kai Reyes's Facebook profile" target=_TOP&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/731412412.182.823645215.png" border=0 alt="Kai Reyes's Facebook profile"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new craze! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Add me up ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something to hack about *evil grin* I told J as soon as he arrived that one of our mate is annoying me in facebook. He immediately offered me to hack his account, Go for it - biyotch. He then started doing it on our first class (Man, that class is boring. I could kill myself if I'll spend another course subject w/ him.)&lt;br /&gt;Jam is soo good with hacking, first try and he hacked Sam's account. Smack down! But he's not our victim, So Sam is now in the crew of hackers &gt;:) By break time, we all went in IT centre and asked Chris Scott to try and log-in, which is the main plan - to hack his account. Obviously he didn't get through it but we got his pw ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last course's subject - I was sitting beside Jamie and Sam as they're trying to open Chris Scott's facebook account. Man, They got in! Gotcha! I tried my best not to laugh while theyre uploading a cock's photo as his profile picture, Goodthing the prof went out to check out something while the three of us are bursting in laughters,  giggling that I almost cant breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maan, that was a well good laugh! So facebook users, beware ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-8440208322157785319?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/8440208322157785319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=8440208322157785319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8440208322157785319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8440208322157785319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/facebook.html' title='Facebook!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6355238591196279147</id><published>2007-11-14T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:58:57.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank you ..</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends in general (philippines, uk's, online..) who made so much effort.. to those who sent me a message telling me how they feel about what happened and giving me motivation words to keep going.. :) for the love notes and making me feel light every now and then.. for making me laugh and giving me compliments. to those who asked me out and learned something new..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys are amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to odeck who made this video for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"My video is dedicated to Miss Kaix, i made a video for you, hope you like it... I've read a blog of yours and you did mentioned about sunsets, here you go.. Visions Of A Sunset..  Take care always.."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDv-ZbSsvRM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDv-ZbSsvRM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6355238591196279147?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6355238591196279147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6355238591196279147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6355238591196279147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6355238591196279147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you ..'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-3557449643628600663</id><published>2007-11-11T21:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:18:18.526Z</updated><title type='text'>letting go of bitterness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you seen this? and remember this time of our life? If yes, read on.. This is for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/livingwivmusic/SP_A0822_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/livingwivmusic/SP_A0822_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RzdwJoCtGGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zTS8mDk3cfE/s1600-h/SP_A0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131693611081865314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RzdwJoCtGGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zTS8mDk3cfE/s200/SP_A0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know we always try to catch a good sunset when we're together.. The way we run in Tagaytay open view when we thought sunset would be in a minute.. We tried yet we failed.. The rain just pour over us instead.. It must be the saddest thing Ive heard from you when you asked me to look outside the window on my way to the airport and see the beautiful sunset.. with the word "That sunset never turned up when we were together :c" and I replied back with courage that because we will soon have another next time together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yet I was wrong.. Now, Sunsets for me are sad and gloomy.. It's like closing the doors and possibilites .. It's miserable.. It's a way of saying goodbye ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I tried to runaway from you .. not hearing and pushing any explanations.. taking the world back to me and tried to laugh hysterically.. not uplifting my emotions, the sad part of it.. the part where I should accept the fact that I'd never been enough for you .. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Disappearing and running away from it is one thing I thought could make me happy, yet I was overshadowed with my flaws and insecurities.. I just saw myself a perfect victim that I'm no longer feel obliged to work toward healing process.. I may dont want to consider but I still ended up with the word - bitterness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am. &amp;amp; I can't blame myself for not being one when I stumbled on the things you did for me. I can always remember the good things about us instead of dwelling with the bad. and or just hearing back the same phrase when you whisper to me that I should smile whenever I reminisce our moments together, cos we were always happy. I do actually. I smiles but regretful why we didnt make it . . I want to hear why .. or how it happened in one snap ? Well, I'm just now letting time to answer my questions ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It has been months, I know. But I have to spill my feelings out to help myself move on in the right way without hiding on the shadow of my tried happiness.. I realized I need to initiate the healing process and allow myself to once again celebrate the possibility of the more wondeful life I deserve .. by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; letting go of this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitterness&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Right now. :)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KGCmqKrFjp"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KGCmqKrFjp" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-3557449643628600663?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/3557449643628600663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=3557449643628600663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3557449643628600663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3557449643628600663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/letting-go-of-bitterness.html' title='letting go of bitterness'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RzdwJoCtGGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zTS8mDk3cfE/s72-c/SP_A0821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-4715821758858994001</id><published>2007-11-11T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:47:21.954Z</updated><title type='text'>open letter</title><content type='html'>An open letter from someone I grew up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ko na kasi alam ano pa bibigay ko syo kaya letter na lang, you don't know how it pleases me whenever i hear your story.. in the span of two years - ang laki ng pinagbago mo. and you proved to them na hindi ka na yung dating 'eka' , prinsesita 'y senyorita.  kahit anong kaartehan mo sa katawan, youre still able to love everyone with your real self. yung mga streetchildren na pinakain mo, pinasaya at never pinandirian. youre never been selfish sa mga taong may kailangan. people take advantage of things and we're just concerned on you getting hurt, but mas napa-bilib mko sa strength mo not to mind the things as long as nakakatulong ka sa kapwa. hindi na rin ako nagtataka bakit madaming nagmamahal syo at maraming gusto ka makilala. ang mga pangarap mo sa buhay na hindi ko inaakala na sayo ko mismo narinig. sa isang 18 years old teenager na noon ay isang sakit sa ulo. hindi ba't pareho tyo nagtatago kapag dumadating na cla tito kc sesermonan tayo nun? hehe..  hanggat  dumating na yung gift surprise nung 16th birthday mo - college sa england? natawa na lang ako kc yung reaksyon mo noon.. surprised sa lungkot/saya.. pero pinatunayan mo sakanila - sa amin na kaya mong humawak ng responsibilidad at napatunayan mo nga.. naaliw ako sa mga kwento mo nung unang gabi mo sa pinas - yung mga kwento mo puro kalokohan at yung accent mo - aliw hehe.. hindi na talaga nawala yung bungisngis mo.. ang kakulitan mo at ang matinding katarayan.. :)  well, nasaiyo na yata lahat pamilya, £££, friends .. dont rush in love ~ because love is just there if you wanted to but the future for yourself is just once in a lifetime to reach. dont waste it and always pray to God. Ask for his guidance on every plan youre making, he wont let you down.. We're so proud of you and lagi mo tatandaan , madami nagmamahal seo :)&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Teacher!!! I don't know what to say anymore.. Teary eyed when I read your letter, Super overwhelmed ako na there are people who still see me on that way.. I wouldnt be like this without you people who made me feel loved. Thank you thank you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-4715821758858994001?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/4715821758858994001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=4715821758858994001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4715821758858994001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/4715821758858994001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/open-letter.html' title='open letter'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1679566946392695494</id><published>2007-11-09T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T18:47:26.773Z</updated><title type='text'>POSER = Loser people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;POSER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.. don't you just hate them?  make you cringe and bite your lips matching the frowns? Like, Omg. A social climber , trying to look "COOL" by making a hand sign such as west east south and north pole bullshit sign on the photo? hmm.. representing ey? I don't pretty much judging them by their hand sign you know.. I just feel irritated whenever I see certain people who doesnt have anymore pose or strategy when vanity are attacking, apart from their "yo wassup im cool look at my handsign!" what's up dawg? is that the shizznit? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't you just want to say "fuck dude, i thought theyre awsome!" for example, you saw this certain people on the internet - like a gangsta shit who'll blow you up in one look. that will beat you to death? that "dont mess with us" pose! trying to look like a real murderer in friendster/myspace or any friends networking site. Then you'll just get to know and see them personally.. and hear yourself say ".. such a loser. trying to be a hardcore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealt with this issue before. I've known this person on my last school - a simple, quiet and casual - but I found her myspace profile? OMG. she's hardcore! hahaha. Like a proper "Rockerrr!" Headbangers on her webcam! LOL. This was an issue passed to me by her ex-boyfi. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I mean here is - Don't try to look cool by changing your appearance and attitude in front of the camera cos it's such a shame when people get to meet you and see whats up. Just be yourself. Show what you are and who you are. No pretensions needed. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing my heads off when I saw this someone's profile a while ago, it made me run to my blogger. Hahaha. I'm sorry to be mean. You don't know who you are anyway =D My initial reaction when I saw this person in personal was - "Are they THAT?" - too far from my expectations judging them by photos. I just wish I didnt get to look on their photos. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai = Mean.&lt;br /&gt;You're so free to strangle me :-P&lt;br /&gt;and I don't care about your comments, this is my blog. Remember? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1679566946392695494?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1679566946392695494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1679566946392695494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1679566946392695494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1679566946392695494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/poser-loser-people.html' title='POSER = Loser people!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-7763391256058749128</id><published>2007-11-08T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:51:45.130Z</updated><title type='text'>pub attack</title><content type='html'>I found an alternative to blogging. Hahaha. Staying up inside the pub. I didn't know that The woodcutters would be a good spot. Well - my love to just talk and drink. I hate clubbing, people know that. Unless someone gonna go up to me and talk. haha. Oh well. Woodcutter's is the pub beside my workplace - The owner was glad when he saw me, as of him - he always see me passing by his pub and not even bother entering his place for 3 years. hehe. Has been 3 years na pla no? Yayks. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Update! Nothing much.. Been in Southampton - Castlepoint  and figuring out myself. I'm fine. I'm fine. I feel great :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-7763391256058749128?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/7763391256058749128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=7763391256058749128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7763391256058749128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/7763391256058749128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/pub-attack.html' title='pub attack'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6841425762985489638</id><published>2007-11-03T09:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:28:02.728Z</updated><title type='text'>downfall</title><content type='html'>I was watching telly with my family out the lounge.. Next thing I know, I was crying alone in my room.. This is the very confused feeling I never felt before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past memories recently reminds me that I'm a loser however I tried to do things in the right way.. Me as being the kid, how I struggle with wealth &amp;amp; family, my love stories, the people around me, new school, new country and the need to work.. All of my downfall just strike totally on me that night.. &amp;amp; me hiding on each smile and laughters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware how people look on me - that i'm not the common type. Lime light and money. No. I also started from nothing.. Have. Had. Trying. You'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fighter. I dont knock myself out easily. I may live to prove the things people thought I cant.. It's my way to make me feel better.. Yet, my confusion is just one way hard on what step should I do next.. Out of my dreams.. Out of the things I wanted to prove.. It's not just fame and fortune in one go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6841425762985489638?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6841425762985489638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6841425762985489638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6841425762985489638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6841425762985489638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/downfall.html' title='downfall'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-291774455392963478</id><published>2007-11-02T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:26:57.449Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-291774455392963478?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/291774455392963478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=291774455392963478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/291774455392963478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/291774455392963478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-6575764725816304393</id><published>2007-11-01T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:12:09.100Z</updated><title type='text'>shoot to the point</title><content type='html'>This is a real shoot to the point conversation with dad . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Who are you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *on the phone whispering* Pinoy travel.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why? San ka nman ppunta?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hongkong&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no permission asked! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey dad, is it okay if ever there's a job offer, i'll relocate?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Up to you. Malaki kna.. kung san ka sa tingin mo mas ok ka.&lt;br /&gt;Me: hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Dad: nasa saiyo naman kung magloloko kpa eh.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHHHHEYYYY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween Everyone! I'm stuck inside the house- my usual day-off lushing up the free days before going back again to my seriousness mode. Got the chance to talk to my love ones back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bbili ako lupa sa Silang&lt;br /&gt;Diane: Sa kapehan? o Pinyahan?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. Unyemas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Sun: Have u watched the KC Paris to Pinas&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha! Ye, why?&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Sun: May similarity kyo..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Napansin mo din? pangatlo kna! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Sun: Yeh, the determination, challenger, risk tska intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hayupp! I know malapit na pasko. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Speaking of KC Paris to Pinas episode, I watched that in youtube.com very impressive and amusing. Knowing that she's actually consider as a Princess - she managed the life like that :) that's where I'm related to, prolly cos of the Europe environment too. It's not that hard naman eh.. If you're really determined to do it and you're willing to work it out, you can. This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matter of backing out and be a coward forever or fight and surely reach the success after&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-6575764725816304393?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/6575764725816304393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=6575764725816304393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6575764725816304393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/6575764725816304393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/11/shoot-to-point.html' title='shoot to the point'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-1958527497571406492</id><published>2007-10-31T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:28:41.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Congrats SK Chairman Collen</title><content type='html'>Congratulations Collen babyyy!&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to him when we're in Popoy's grill with friends, he told me that he's running for SK Chairman, I was like wow. from the years that I didnt see him, he's a real grown up but still yeh, he's still our baby. Hehe. Ang liit liit lang nto before &amp;amp; now, ang tangkad! We're even joking that if he won, he'll paint the street in black and battle of the bands every night ;) He's a rocker by heart and so as his cousins. I'm a Mendoza &amp;amp; Santos by heart. Santos cos of my bestfriend and Mendoza cos of Ate Diane &amp;amp; Tyrron who's their cousins are almost linked on me. Haha! &amp;amp; their mothers treated me like their real daughter. That's the story thats why, hehe.. :P Collen actually lose hope cos of the other running for SK Chairman, which is from his word - bigtime. Yeh ryt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you Collen! Continue Ate Lainel's footstep, okay? (Ate Lainel was the last term's SK chairman, collen/diane/tyrron's cousin who's my brother's ex gf &amp;amp; like a sister to me too..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc140/jhep_raims/y0wn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc140/jhep_raims/y0wn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; btw, I saw your banner! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-1958527497571406492?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/1958527497571406492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=1958527497571406492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1958527497571406492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/1958527497571406492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/10/congrats-sk-chairman-collen.html' title='Congrats SK Chairman Collen'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-3151600084298523701</id><published>2007-10-30T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:57:04.680Z</updated><title type='text'>sketchy biatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RydmZ87_3HI/AAAAAAAAANM/Ez5wWwISTVY/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RydmZ87_3HI/AAAAAAAAANM/Ez5wWwISTVY/s200/DSC02360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127179296825138290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nedd Neddy Neddy!&lt;br /&gt;He keep on telling me that i'm so sketchy today /:)&lt;br /&gt;cos I always get the focken term wrong! haha.&lt;br /&gt;heyy, open the computer? "turn it on?"&lt;br /&gt;your shirt is upside down! "inside out?"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.  i need to restart my brain seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too drained, hasn't recover with termbreak yet :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RydrUs7_3JI/AAAAAAAAANc/rgWlN8GeEYY/s1600-h/kai.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RydrUs7_3JI/AAAAAAAAANc/rgWlN8GeEYY/s200/kai.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127184704188963986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this badge by the way. A friend photo shared this to me with evil grin, labelling me as that. I'm not a player, excuse you hunni. Well, at least. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-3151600084298523701?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/3151600084298523701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=3151600084298523701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3151600084298523701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3151600084298523701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/10/sketchy-biatch.html' title='sketchy biatch'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RydmZ87_3HI/AAAAAAAAANM/Ez5wWwISTVY/s72-c/DSC02360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-8952682329798102716</id><published>2007-10-30T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:06:39.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Priorities in Life</title><content type='html'>A friend sent me a private message in Friendster.com with a link of a &lt;a href="http://memoriter.net/flash/test.html"&gt;quiz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is to put the Cow, Tiger, Sheeps, Horse, Pig in order of my preference..&lt;br /&gt;So I did: Tiger- Sheep - Cow - Horse - Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the Answer portion at the end, showed their meaning.. which defines my priority in Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiger as the PRIDE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sheep as the LOVE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cow as the FAMILY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Horse as the CAREER&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pig as the MONEY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RyelYs7_3LI/AAAAAAAAANs/_AZICJGUsz8/s1600-h/ego.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RyelYs7_3LI/AAAAAAAAANs/_AZICJGUsz8/s200/ego.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127248544582851762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "WHOAH! O__O" especially on the first thing that Pride took the first place. Oh my! I know people usually put Love before Ego.  I admit, I have this very high pride ever since - I though learned to deal with it. I'm not a super egoistic type of person, I know it feel goods being on the top most of the time - but who am I anyway? I couldn't boast anything about my life cos there's only one thing I proved (that I can manage to do things by myself..) but apart from that? Wala na.. I havnt finish college yet, I don't have a proper job yet (degree level job..) I'm not even famous and not pretty at all. Sino nga nman ako dba to use my Ego more? I only use the power of Pride to someone who chose his/her Pride than to choose the peaceful environment with me ;-)  Seriously? I can't be with someone who loves his reputation more than his eagerness to have someone to spend his life with.. Cos Pride VS Kai? Wala yan.. I'll kick you off instead. No matter how much I love you? I dont want to let myself looking daft, again. Yes, again. I've been there, done that. Not good :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/Ryen0c7_3OI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uIFMyxwIYEI/s1600-h/love-you-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/Ryen0c7_3OI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uIFMyxwIYEI/s200/love-you-shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251220347477218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing is LOVE. I always say the word "i love you :)" i do. to my friends, hehee. But I think this Love their talking about is in terms of "partner/couple/boyfriend" Course, I also prioritize my Lovelife - whenever I have one, I make sure I do things according to my heart. That's why I don't regret anything during every heartbreak - cos I know I did just exactly I wanted to do than regretting the things I should have done. Love is an ordinary word. Easily said and easily get if you wanted to. It's just really hard to maintain. Maintenance cost consist of tears, hate, ogre, jealousy, struggles and more trials. Only anti-dot for problems? STRENGTH! ;D but not because you didn't fought the love you wanted to maintain forever doesn't mean you're not strong.. You are. You're just not dumb enough. Sorry, hindi ako martyr eh :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RyekVs7_3KI/AAAAAAAAANk/RVf1EEkq78c/s1600-h/family.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RyekVs7_3KI/AAAAAAAAANk/RVf1EEkq78c/s200/family.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127247393531616418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third one is FAMILY,- absolutely! If you call your friends your family, what more kung yung real family? I know there are often misunderstanding. You know, nagging stuffs and other family issues - we actually don't share secret on them and lies more often than we do to our friends. But who knows you more than they know you? From the happiest peek of your life and even to the disgusting habits you do - they knew it! Hallelujah for that! My family is tight and you just don't know how much you have to look impressive on their eyes. Ppasok ka sa butas ng karayom, especially if you're a suitor or a boyfriend? hehe.. So whenever I introduced you to my family, ready yourself. Ddaan ka sa mahabang process.. ;-) nkkatakot, I know. But you have to be born ready. I am the first daughter &amp;amp; the only teenager girl na apo in the clan who's left Single. They're overprotective when it comes to me and I understand them somehow. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RyeleM7_3MI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yJgz_FRAdFU/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RyeleM7_3MI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yJgz_FRAdFU/s200/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127248639072132290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAREER on the fourth - I'm a hardworking lass! As much as possible, I wanted a future that I will surely enjoy. Kaya nga now pa lang, I'm a working student (since 16yrs old..) cos I wanted to prove something to everyone ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RyenrM7_3NI/AAAAAAAAAN8/c3Vjk-ez-io/s1600-h/s_twenty-pounds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RyenrM7_3NI/AAAAAAAAAN8/c3Vjk-ez-io/s200/s_twenty-pounds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251061433687250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing is MONEY - Yeps, Hindi po ako mukang pera. hahaha! and Money is not a big deal for me. It's not that I'm a millionaire that's why I don't worry much about it. cos for me, it's just money.. It will come - if you work. No money, if there's no job. Money is just an essential needs, you don't need millions to have the permission to live in Earth. So ako, whenever I have and someone is in need, I do help. That's just money! I know some people who owe me some, but I don't stress them out to pay me back. Just pay me whenever you can manage ;) I'm not good on handling money, I know that cos I'm the type of person na 'Galante kpag meron, Kuripot kpag wala." hehe ;) Sbi ko nga on our pinay neighbor "Ate, don't work too much, ang pera andyan lang.. kpag ikaw nagkasakit, o d wala na.." Prioritize everything and everyone first before money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeh, Whats your priority in Life? :-) People has different personality and different way on how to approach life.. We're all doing our good job you know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-8952682329798102716?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/8952682329798102716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=8952682329798102716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8952682329798102716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/8952682329798102716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/10/priorities-in-life.html' title='Priorities in Life'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/RyelYs7_3LI/AAAAAAAAANs/_AZICJGUsz8/s72-c/ego.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28132995.post-3435288185340887701</id><published>2007-10-28T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:57:46.684Z</updated><title type='text'>booze the social life!</title><content type='html'>It has been a long term-break for me. I mean, I feel so fulfilled on my social activities.. :-) I thought I'll be just staying inside the house for the whole week, but I focken didn't! Got loads of new acquaintances and my mobile phone is unbelievably busy as hell. It's like a Philippine's mobile, SMS and phone calls all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am touched being one of the person who'll they'll phone up because they need a certain help or advise. I think, this is now my turn to tap back the attention they were giving me when I was on their position. I'm actually feeling the 'hey I'm single, I'm now my friend's super hero. heheee.. Its a real "glad feeling", looking on them and see how much I helped them :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me being single, is not sad after all. My world actually expanded even more. I'm not stuck on one world. Not trapped inside my heart. I am now sooo boozing my social life and bringing myself back to the dating game :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term break is over. I'm back to College again. I can't wait for another Term break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? I love the UK. I feel so at home now :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28132995-3435288185340887701?l=www.kaireyes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/feeds/3435288185340887701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28132995&amp;postID=3435288185340887701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3435288185340887701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28132995/posts/default/3435288185340887701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kaireyes.com/2007/10/booze-social-life.html' title='booze the social life!'/><author><name>Kai Reyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148908683130466712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FAkvyqJynSc/SD3KYzfatmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/30e_mtqSF40/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
