<?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-5495274283605751446</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:01:12.868+08:00</updated><category term='Rants'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='Net Finds'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='Love'/><category term='family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='sports'/><category term='T.V Shows'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='pinoy'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='self realization'/><category term='trip'/><category term='school stuffs'/><title type='text'>I am Gayla</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants, Musings, Ramblings and Everything in between</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-496912207765456726</id><published>2011-08-04T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:39:13.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Month Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From 6.1lbs at birth, she's already 9lbs in a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ghvurh-swcE/TjoEleIaUfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hf1V6fbJ4go/s1600/SAM_3444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ghvurh-swcE/TjoEleIaUfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hf1V6fbJ4go/s320/SAM_3444.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pwI8dbC8bc/TjoE2L3yejI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qanFwcvHLas/s1600/SAM_3513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pwI8dbC8bc/TjoE2L3yejI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qanFwcvHLas/s320/SAM_3513.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bath time is Happy Time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CweBJuq_cW0/TjoFFHgUl5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/p5-Ix75S7L0/s1600/SAM_3492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CweBJuq_cW0/TjoFFHgUl5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/p5-Ix75S7L0/s320/SAM_3492.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-496912207765456726?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/496912207765456726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=496912207765456726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/496912207765456726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/496912207765456726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2011/08/month-old.html' title='Month Old'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ghvurh-swcE/TjoEleIaUfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hf1V6fbJ4go/s72-c/SAM_3444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-8120403970751590983</id><published>2011-07-29T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:53:18.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Bundle of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2cETBwPfgM/TjI8Ce8ZqyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YtuOgrBLYlc/s1600/Photo0147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2cETBwPfgM/TjI8Ce8ZqyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YtuOgrBLYlc/s320/Photo0147.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zowii Nicole &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Born: June 22, 2011 @ 6:10 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; via Normal Delivery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-8120403970751590983?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8120403970751590983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=8120403970751590983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8120403970751590983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8120403970751590983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-bundle-of-joy.html' title='My Bundle of Joy'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2cETBwPfgM/TjI8Ce8ZqyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YtuOgrBLYlc/s72-c/Photo0147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-1885889034892422434</id><published>2011-04-25T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:52:57.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Easter Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/217256_2011497368121_1264351860_32395365_5479392_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/217256_2011497368121_1264351860_32395365_5479392_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made this yesterday for my BF. He said it tastes too sweet for his taste but I said it complements the gulaman he also made that taste too bland for my own taste buds. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-1885889034892422434?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1885889034892422434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=1885889034892422434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1885889034892422434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1885889034892422434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-surprise.html' title='Easter Surprise'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2680391091082967103</id><published>2010-09-27T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:49:23.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Hair Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a love and hate relationship with my hair for the past 2 months. I actually want to grow it long so that I can digitally permed it but to my dismay, it would not cooperate. Lately, I notice a lot of split ends and no matter what I do, everyday has been a bad hair day for me. So I finally decided &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;enough of the feminine long hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I am getting my hair &lt;i&gt;cut.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although I dreamed of having long wavy sexy locks &lt;i&gt;ala&lt;/i&gt; Victoria's Secret models on the runway, I actually prefer (since high school) short hairstyles on my hair that requires less styling and combing effort, in short - hassle free. And because of this, I look for past photos of me sporting short hair styles that I had loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TJ_kEpcBa0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZUj9sVQpdw4/s320/a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;short bob with full bangs &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TJ_kEpcBa0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZUj9sVQpdw4/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TJ_kH9N8BXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LjTDTUfaCK0/s320/e.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;angled bob inspired Rihanna's hair &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TJ_kH9N8BXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LjTDTUfaCK0/s1600/e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TJ_kJTcSJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/AAYiEXtPUdk/s320/weeeee.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;layered cut with side swept bangs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TJ_kJTcSJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/AAYiEXtPUdk/s1600/weeeee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much I want to sport either one of these looks again, I can't for now because sad to say the hair stylist that cut my hair on these pictures moved out from the salon I frequent and I don't know where he is right now. So for now, when I visit a hair salon, I will just be contented in getting a &lt;i&gt;safe&lt;/i&gt; layered cut again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-2680391091082967103?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2680391091082967103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2680391091082967103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2680391091082967103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2680391091082967103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-love-and-hate-relationship-with.html' title='Hair Madness'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TJ_kEpcBa0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZUj9sVQpdw4/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-1495045607022826963</id><published>2010-09-20T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:39:47.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Pic of the Day</title><content type='html'>With no Internet access and being bored again at work, I made another pixel art in &lt;b&gt;MS Paint&lt;/b&gt; in my work PC. This features clothes worn by three different women - with no head (sorry, I don't know how to do it, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TJccjPhS0UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Jh2DT8xtMDc/s1600/sexy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TJccjPhS0UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Jh2DT8xtMDc/s400/sexy.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-1495045607022826963?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1495045607022826963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=1495045607022826963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1495045607022826963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1495045607022826963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/09/pic-of-day.html' title='Pic of the Day'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TJccjPhS0UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Jh2DT8xtMDc/s72-c/sexy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-8620891341323224865</id><published>2010-09-05T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:20:53.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Just Watched :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THqtoweKzHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/F6L2bG09AsU/s1600/Wimpy-onesheetboxart_160w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THqtoweKzHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/F6L2bG09AsU/s320/Wimpy-onesheetboxart_160w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A conventional kid flick that can also touch an adult's heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Based on the best-selling book series by Jeff Kinney, Diary of Wimpy Kid follows the life of a small boy with a big mouth, Greg Heffley (Zachary Gordon) as he begins his first year at middle school and how he learns to value friendship, honesty and responsibility along the way as he struggles to achieve his dream of becoming the most popular kid in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I think about this movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually read the Wimpy books first and became a fan and so when I heard that their making a screen adaptation to it, I was kinda hesitant to watch it because of the disappointments I had before with other screen adaptations of my favorite books (&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/i&gt; anyone?). Nevertheless, out of curiosity on how would it fare, I basically grab a popcorn and the rest as what they say is history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; To my surprise, I was actually entertained and laughed at some scenes specially the booger&amp;nbsp; and pee jokes. I am also quite impressed with the actor who played the lead character. He embodies the Greg Heffley describe in the book and is quite convincing on his portrayal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What didn't work for me though is that&amp;nbsp; they basically added another character that is not in the books and I did not understand why she was there at all. But over all, this a sweet and funny family movie that you would surely enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5495274283605751446-8620891341323224865?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8620891341323224865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=8620891341323224865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8620891341323224865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8620891341323224865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-watched.html' title='Just Watched :'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THqtoweKzHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/F6L2bG09AsU/s72-c/Wimpy-onesheetboxart_160w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-6169369516850617854</id><published>2010-08-30T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:46:46.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Party People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe they have realized that we're so overworked so our company throw us an account party to unwind ourselves from the stress and hassles of answering calls from abroad. Even if I was already late (arrived @ almost 6 when the party started @ 3PM), I did have a lot of fun especially the after party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THsXLFhrnUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/z7ulzTGmjU4/s1600/36727_1522684748111_1264351860_31442599_4318409_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THsXLFhrnUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/z7ulzTGmjU4/s320/36727_1522684748111_1264351860_31442599_4318409_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was feeling fat that day so I wore a black shift dress that was a &lt;i&gt;pasalubong&lt;/i&gt; from Hong Kong from the ever generous BF&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THsaIv1q9XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZOI5Eg0c368/s1600/34583_1522682188047_1264351860_31442590_1692315_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THsaIv1q9XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZOI5Eg0c368/s320/34583_1522682188047_1264351860_31442590_1692315_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A well deserved award&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THsaG-pbhLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0NW3lD5-hlo/s1600/34185_1522706588657_1264351860_31442688_7151714_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THsaG-pbhLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0NW3lD5-hlo/s320/34185_1522706588657_1264351860_31442688_7151714_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone (including me) voted for him and he was adjudged as most liked trainer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THsZRjPNobI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WuWDcdvEFDI/s1600/34620_1522708788712_1264351860_31442698_2165868_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THsZRjPNobI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WuWDcdvEFDI/s320/34620_1522708788712_1264351860_31442698_2165868_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What make this night also memorable is when you're able to spend it with your co-workers that have become your friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-6169369516850617854?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6169369516850617854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=6169369516850617854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/6169369516850617854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/6169369516850617854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/08/party-people.html' title='Party People'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/THsXLFhrnUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/z7ulzTGmjU4/s72-c/36727_1522684748111_1264351860_31442599_4318409_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-165831906995757765</id><published>2010-06-20T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:02:35.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ode to my Father</title><content type='html'>You were the one who taught me to work hard to achieve and reach my goals. You were the one who believes that I can make it if I just have self confidence. You were the one who shows me the meaning of discipline. And since today is your day, I wanna thank you for being there for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TB2jX-T_YfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Bub_zgoG05M/s1600/PA110070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TB2jX-T_YfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Bub_zgoG05M/s320/PA110070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved &lt;i&gt;Tatay Dodong, &lt;/i&gt;thank you for being our leader, our guidance, our provider and our loving father. I know it will still be months before we will see each other again, but I will forever cherish the memories we shared - watching basketball games, scrabble, &lt;i&gt;tong-its&lt;/i&gt; and coffee breaks. Happy Father's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-165831906995757765?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/165831906995757765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=165831906995757765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/165831906995757765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/165831906995757765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/06/ode-to-my-father.html' title='Ode to my Father'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TB2jX-T_YfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Bub_zgoG05M/s72-c/PA110070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2714426268505139520</id><published>2010-06-16T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:18:07.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Net Finds'/><title type='text'>Talk of the Town</title><content type='html'>Uh oh! Smells like trouble in LA LA Land for Perez Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebrated blogger is in the news right now for posting provocative paparazzi photo of teen pop sensation Miley Cyrus showing her vag*na while climbing out of her car. The blogger posted the photo last Tuesday on his website &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/"&gt;www.perezhilton.com&lt;/a&gt; and had since removed it after a widespread outrage not just from her fans but also from people who was disgusted by Hilton's derogatory photo. The thing is &lt;b&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/b&gt; is only 17 years old and it is against US Law to display photos of an underage person. With this act, Hilton could be faced with child pornography charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am not a fan of these two, my sympathy goes to Cyrus. She is still barely legal in every sense and has throngs of fans who looked up to her. What makes it more hurting is the fact that the photo is actually just photo shopped to make Cyrus looks like a whore wearing nothing underneath. Even if I hated Miley Cyrus for changing his image &lt;i&gt;ala&lt;/i&gt; Britney Spears at an early age, he still has no right to ashamed her in public. Respect begets Respect. So what if he wears skimpy outfits and short shorts? It's actually up to her if she wants to dress that way. I don't see any problem with that whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I checked his website again a couple of hours ago and Hilton reiterates his statement and posted there that the photo is fake. However, news broke out already and what was done cannot be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I cannot post the photo here. I don't necessarily need controversies. But if u insists, just google it.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-2714426268505139520?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2714426268505139520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2714426268505139520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2714426268505139520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2714426268505139520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/06/talk-of-town.html' title='Talk of the Town'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2263456594705731137</id><published>2010-06-14T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:24:35.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Net Finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Photo of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uhm... actually this is not a photo but a big pixel I made using MS Paint, the photo editing program that comes if you're using Microsoft as your PC's operating system. Anyways, after watching Game 5 of the NBA Finals in which my team won (Boston Celtics), I stared at my PC Monitor and just visiting websites randomly that I thought of editing some pics in Photoshop. Unfortunately, my Photoshop program is down at the moment (don't know exactly how it happened) that I ended up making pixels in Ms Paint. So here it is, the result of boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TBW_wbyWZzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QecD_uLC-wQ/s1600/girl.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TBW_wbyWZzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QecD_uLC-wQ/s320/girl.BMP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not exactly nice.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/5495274283605751446-2263456594705731137?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2263456594705731137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2263456594705731137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2263456594705731137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2263456594705731137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day.html' title='Photo of the Day'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/TBW_wbyWZzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QecD_uLC-wQ/s72-c/girl.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-3941882096276769633</id><published>2010-06-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:32:08.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Net Finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Because I was bored</title><content type='html'>Two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly the amount of time I spent in making this new layout for my blog. Usually, I change blog layout every year but I was kinda bored with my previous one with all of its black-vintage-inspired theme that I decided to change it. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the color &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt; but &lt;b&gt;Pink&lt;/b&gt; for me is love. I don't know exactly when it started but I have loved the color pink ever since. In fact, way back in college there was one time that I channeled &lt;b&gt;Elle Woods&lt;/b&gt; while going to school (imagine that!) one day and got stares from the crowd as I passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, going back to my layout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a three column &lt;i&gt;layie&lt;/i&gt; inspired by the springfield theme in tumblr (oh yeah! tumblr). What I like about this is the fact that I can put any stuff on my sidebar without constricting the essence of this blog - my blog entries. So here it is, the product of two sleep&lt;i&gt;less&lt;/i&gt; nights and the headache I got today. So what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-3941882096276769633?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3941882096276769633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=3941882096276769633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3941882096276769633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3941882096276769633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-i-was-bored.html' title='Because I was bored'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-6168209063238362719</id><published>2010-06-09T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:12:18.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>It seems like the COMELEC and the Senate reads this blog (lol) because 2 days after my post about the recently concluded 2010 elections, they officially proclaimed Senator &lt;b&gt;Benigno "Noynoy" Aquino&lt;/b&gt; and former Makati Mayor &lt;b&gt;Jejomar&amp;nbsp; Binay&lt;/b&gt; as our new President and Vice President respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no doubt that Noynoy would win the Presidential Race being the front runner in almost all of the Presidential Surveys conducted prior to election day but Binay is without a doubt the big story. After May 10, the next VP is a toss up between him and Roxas and up until the final count their rivalry is so close but Binay won over Roxas (in a slight margin) and will be Aquino's better half in making this country recover from the slump we had been suffering for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I did not vote for these two last May 10 but I would still support them all the way because I always believe that its not about who are leaders are that would make this country progress but its all about &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;US &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;and what we can do for the betterment of our lives. To borrow Pres. Kennedy's line: &lt;i&gt;Ask not what your country can do for you - Ask what you can do for the country&lt;/i&gt;. So even if, these two are not the candidates we supported, let's just support them all the way and hope that they will do their job honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-6168209063238362719?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6168209063238362719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=6168209063238362719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/6168209063238362719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/6168209063238362719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-5316080271110191155</id><published>2010-06-06T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:24:11.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>Just wondering</title><content type='html'>The month of May is already over and so are the beach getaways, endless summer escapades and the first ever automated election here in our country. But the winners for the highest posts in the land (President and Vice President) are still not announced. I thought that automated election is much faster than what we had in the previous years but why is this happening right now? When will we know the outcome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-5316080271110191155?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5316080271110191155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=5316080271110191155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5316080271110191155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5316080271110191155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-7859100630167221787</id><published>2010-05-25T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:47:31.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>Daily Essentials</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing that can make my day right, its a good breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a morning person. I have a hard time waking up early in the morning nor be active and fully awake at 6AM. Even if my eyes are already open that time, my mind and body still wants to go back to bed and dream of all the good things in life. This is the reason why for me to be able to stay fully awake and have a good day, I need to have  a very nice breakfast serving that can jump start my day. However, unlike everyone else, I don't usually eat heavy foods at breakfast (even if this is the best meal to fully stuffed yourself). What I usually have is my daily essentials that is always present on my breakfast table.&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/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_s2kRUDzhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/89HJNILhBAk/s1600/SAM_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_s2kRUDzhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/89HJNILhBAk/s320/SAM_1910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475029768749698578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;COFFEE&lt;/span&gt;. I admit I'm a coffee - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holic &lt;/span&gt;(if there's such a word). When I was young, instead of drinking milk, what I usually drink is a cup of coffee - black for that matter. It's only when I was in college that I started to put a creamer on it because my heart starts to palpitate if I drink too much coffee. Honestly speaking I can even drink 5 cups of coffee a day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;CREAMER&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Nothing can make my coffee more creamier and more tasty than this. This is the perfect partner fora cup of coffee, not milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;SUGAR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;for obvious reasons, for a sweet taste. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;PEANUT BUTTER&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;my ever favorite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;palaman&lt;/span&gt;. I sooo love Peanut butter sandwich! I don't mind if It would give acne or headache but I just have to had my daily dose of peanut butter sandwich. You should also try it with a fruit jam ( I prefer grape) it tastes so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heavenly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, these are my daily breakfast needs. My early morning vitamins to jump start my day. How about you, what's your breakfast list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-7859100630167221787?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7859100630167221787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=7859100630167221787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7859100630167221787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7859100630167221787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/05/daily-essentials.html' title='Daily Essentials'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_s2kRUDzhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/89HJNILhBAk/s72-c/SAM_1910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-8999357134961591561</id><published>2010-05-22T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:30:50.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Net Finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>After  5 hours of staring at the PC and squeezing my brain, I finally have a new layout for my blog! Hurrah! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 5th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layie &lt;/span&gt;and compared to my previous layouts, this is the first time that I basically use the color &lt;span color = "#000000"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt; as the main color ( not the usual pink eh?).  And this is also the first time that I use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tables&lt;/span&gt; for this blog because with the previous layouts that I have, all of them are made of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;div codes &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually very simple and so clean ( well at least for me), that's why I intend to use this layout for a long time.. unless.. I would change my mind again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think of my new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-8999357134961591561?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8999357134961591561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=8999357134961591561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8999357134961591561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8999357134961591561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-5062476035755246916</id><published>2010-05-17T14:59:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:10:30.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>Road Block</title><content type='html'>I'm the Sun, Sea and Sand type of girl. I prefer going to the beach and swim under the scorching heat of the sun rather than going to the clubs and dance the night away. So, when my friends and I wanted to unwind ourselves from all the stress at work, we packed our bags and board the ferry boat going to Camotes Island and it was a summer worth remembering for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Camotes with only our pocket money, bags and our adrenaline rush. We don't have an itinerary. We don't know anyone from that Island and no cellphone signal either in most of the places. We just ask from the locals around and trust that they will be good to us. That's what makes this trip more special that it even leave me with a sunburn I've been suffering for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dolphins welcoming us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D4LFTpL2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oNrQKbr-FkE/s1600/SAM_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D4LFTpL2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oNrQKbr-FkE/s320/SAM_1485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472146416541970274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that cliff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D4LFTpL2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oNrQKbr-FkE/s1600/SAM_1485.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D46uhj5HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FLAkjG4EV8U/s1600/SAM_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D46uhj5HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FLAkjG4EV8U/s320/SAM_1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472147235060049010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D6PjfShgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GFtmrnvvy2g/s1600/SAM_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D6PjfShgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GFtmrnvvy2g/s320/SAM_1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472148692386612738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D5ZplxlVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ieMZ5s4gb9k/s1600/SAM_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D5ZplxlVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ieMZ5s4gb9k/s320/SAM_1498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472147766311490898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               When I saw this, I wanted to jump off the boat and into the crystal clear blue waters. The locals said that its not advisable to jump into the water from these cliffs because you can get caught by the current and banged your head into the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coast Line and the Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D7ELNGA_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9NJ9lg85Nh4/s1600/SAM_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D7ELNGA_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9NJ9lg85Nh4/s320/SAM_1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472149596400911346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_ECNOGWHfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ylvNLM6Xqr0/s1600/SAM_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_ECNOGWHfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ylvNLM6Xqr0/s320/SAM_1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472157448378129906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D9CxYUzuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K7BSQVMWrkQ/s1600/SAM_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D9CxYUzuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K7BSQVMWrkQ/s320/SAM_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472151771312082658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camotes may not have the powdery white sand beach of Boracay but it has one of the most cleanest shore line and the longest one I've been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is the scenery you will see, going to the market will not be an unpleasant thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_ED657YfxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W3vAGplqfKM/s1600/SAM_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_ED657YfxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W3vAGplqfKM/s320/SAM_1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472159332749049618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camotes is not all about the beach but is also home of a beautiful lake.. Lake Danao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_EC5lP_PmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/w5ciRJCl3D0/s1600/SAM_1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_EC5lP_PmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/w5ciRJCl3D0/s320/SAM_1636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472158210506833506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a beautiful sunset to end a fun filled day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_EFcdN85fI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xuKmIyzheqs/s1600/SAM_1726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_EFcdN85fI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xuKmIyzheqs/s320/SAM_1726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472161008669484530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe how much I had fun in Camotes Island and that's what made me proud of as a Filipino because we have lots of beautiful places here that is waiting to be discovered. That is why I highly recommend Camotes Island to your list - its all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5495274283605751446-5062476035755246916?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5062476035755246916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=5062476035755246916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5062476035755246916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5062476035755246916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/05/road-block.html' title='Road Block'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S_D4LFTpL2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oNrQKbr-FkE/s72-c/SAM_1485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-8091097855349809622</id><published>2010-05-04T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:43:51.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Look what I've got?</title><content type='html'>My friends and I went to Camotes last weekend to unwind ourselves from the pressures at the office. We had fun and Camotes Island is such a nice picture perfect place (will post pics later) but unfortunately I forgot to bring a sunblock lotion and here's what I got :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9-lME66O-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0jLnzr05my4/s1600/SAM_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9-lME66O-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0jLnzr05my4/s200/SAM_1742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467270099548912610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9-lMhZc8pI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_TNHvgJsb5g/s1600/SAM_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9-lMhZc8pI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_TNHvgJsb5g/s200/SAM_1748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467270107193209490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one also on the bridge of my nose but this one on my shoulders are the worse ones. It really hurts so much specially if I lie down. Is there any treatment to this? Help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-8091097855349809622?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8091097855349809622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=8091097855349809622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8091097855349809622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8091097855349809622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-what-ive-got.html' title='Look what I&apos;ve got?'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9-lME66O-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0jLnzr05my4/s72-c/SAM_1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-1085802638369506080</id><published>2010-04-29T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:15:58.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Net Finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Three Times a Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been 3 years since I first posted my very first update on this blog. Three years of mindless posts, three years of posting mindless updates, three years of venting out my emotions for the world to see. This blog has been on the Internet for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;three years!&lt;/span&gt; hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that today marks the 3rd Anniversary of this blog. I've been on blogger since September 2006 but it was on this day way back in 2007 that I made my first post here on this page. Looking back, I have realized that most of my posts here are just emotional rants and this blog is just a bowl of everything and anything under the sun. This maybe the reason why I have few lurkers and site visits (hehe).  But even if I may go on hiatus from time to time and even made another blog from another blogging site, I'd still go back to this blog to vent out what I have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to three years and looking forward to another blogging year!&lt;br /&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/5495274283605751446-1085802638369506080?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1085802638369506080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=1085802638369506080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1085802638369506080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1085802638369506080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-times-charm.html' title='Three Times a Charm'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-4189380336169691022</id><published>2010-04-28T10:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:24:26.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>doodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9eiA9cjogI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OKv3r7n62ao/s1600/l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9eiA9cjogI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OKv3r7n62ao/s200/l.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465014810215424514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream, Cupcakes, Donuts, Cakes.. this is what boredom + craving can do to someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just so bored at work last night, that's why I'm looking for something to do at my station to kill boredom and combat drowsiness and fighting the urge to sleep while on shift (no queue). Unfortunately, since I was using a  company computer, Internet access is only restricted to work related websites (can't surf the net) and the only graphic software installed is the ever familiar Ms Paint. So I decided to make some pixels on Ms Paint. I started with the ice cream first and just added the rest to complete my imaginary "I'm eating-all-of-these -tonight!". Unfortunately, I was not able to ate all of these last night but these graphics made me look forward come payday Friday.. mmm.. yum2x!&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/5495274283605751446-4189380336169691022?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4189380336169691022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=4189380336169691022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4189380336169691022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4189380336169691022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/04/doodles.html' title='doodles'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9eiA9cjogI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OKv3r7n62ao/s72-c/l.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-7825256298616669331</id><published>2010-04-25T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:16:41.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Net Finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Bookmarks</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"&gt;&lt;link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-list-template-ids:320632598;} ol 	{margin-bottom:0in;} ul 	{margin-bottom:0in;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I admit, I'm a cyberspace junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am online, I usually spent hours in front of the computer hopping from one website to another and opening Internet pages. I can even spend the whole day locked inside my room with only my notebook and an internet connection. That's how much I am addicted to the world wide web. But, there are certain websites that I usually visit everytime I clicked on &lt;i&gt;Internet Explorer &lt;/i&gt;or in my case &lt;i&gt;Mozilla Firefox&lt;/i&gt; that I even bookmarked them. I know a lot of people have their own favorite websites they usually visit and I also have mine. Here's the lists on my bookmarks:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;FACEBOOK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;need I say more? This social networking site re-define      the social networking world. From applications, games and finding      long-lost relatives and friends, Facebook is the the other Google in the      world wide web.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;YAHOO MAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; this is the only email account I have and I've been      using this email provider since High School for school related purpose but      now that I'm done with school I usually check my mail for any updates from      friends and all the accounts that I have signed up for in the www.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;TWITTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; my newest addiction. I admit I signed up for twitter      before to get updates from my fave local and international celebrities but      ever since some of friends have a twitter account, I log in to this often      to know what they are up to and vice versa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;PEP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and &lt;b&gt;PEREZHILTON. &lt;/b&gt;I get fascinated with the      celebrity world and these are the sites I usually go to to get updates      from the celebrity land. Pep.ph for local celebrities and Perezhilton for      Hollywood updates.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;TUMBLR.COM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My new addiction also. What's good with Tumblr is that      it is so user friendly, posting a blog journal entry is so easy to do. And      the Tumblr community is so large, you can find interesting and talented      people here and follow them also. I usually posts blog updates on Tumblr      because I feel like I have a large audience to share it with because      unlike other blog hosts, Tumblr has applications with Facebook and Twitter      that will posts your Tumblr updates.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;COSMO.PH &lt;/b&gt;the online community of my fave magazine. I usually      visit this site to get updates online on how to be a &lt;i style=""&gt;fun, fearless, female&lt;/i&gt; haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So.. there you go, the lists of websites that I have bookmarked. What are yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-7825256298616669331?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7825256298616669331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=7825256298616669331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7825256298616669331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7825256298616669331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/04/bookmarks.html' title='Bookmarks'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-4146202974139980186</id><published>2010-04-25T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:32:18.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Total Eclipse</title><content type='html'>Check out the new trailer of “The Twilight Saga: Eclipse”. Although this is not my fave book of the series ( nothing beats Breaking Dawn), I am still looking forward to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="576" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/ypp/movies/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="vid=19298179&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="576" height="324" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/ypp/movies/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="vid=19298179&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-4146202974139980186?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4146202974139980186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=4146202974139980186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4146202974139980186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4146202974139980186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/04/total-eclipse.html' title='Total Eclipse'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-8457471739482546263</id><published>2010-04-25T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:24:56.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Missing Person</title><content type='html'>Oh.. hello there blogger blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I visited this place. You may think I've left you but I honestly did not. I've discovered Tumblr last year and I admit I've been active there but I sooooo missed posting here so I decided to visit this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-8457471739482546263?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8457471739482546263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=8457471739482546263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8457471739482546263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8457471739482546263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-person.html' title='Missing Person'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-5837036231223851261</id><published>2010-01-25T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:36:36.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Plugging</title><content type='html'>I will be posting more on my &lt;a href = "http://www.iamgayla.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tumblr blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but I will still keep this one updated as much as possible. So if you still want to keep track of me (or so I thought I have visitors on this site) just come and visit my Tumblr and if you have an account there you may follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Gayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-5837036231223851261?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5837036231223851261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=5837036231223851261' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5837036231223851261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5837036231223851261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/01/plugging.html' title='Plugging'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-8364864240693551392</id><published>2010-01-06T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:33:05.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>RAWR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S0QsFapGj_I/AAAAAAAAADE/zhFkDb7p2VE/s1600-h/tumblr_kvndxbFdUs1qzivh9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S0QsFapGj_I/AAAAAAAAADE/zhFkDb7p2VE/s320/tumblr_kvndxbFdUs1qzivh9o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423508322823606258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God! I survived 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened to me in 2009. I encountered so many ups and downs along the way.. so many "firsts" but I'm glad I survived them all and now I welcome the new year with an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the year 2010,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I need to loose weight.. seriously!&lt;br /&gt;* save money and set-up a bank account&lt;br /&gt;* need to update this blog more often&lt;br /&gt;* BE HAPPY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can achieve all of this before the year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Year of the Tiger Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Roar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-8364864240693551392?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8364864240693551392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=8364864240693551392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8364864240693551392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8364864240693551392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2010/01/rawr.html' title='RAWR!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S0QsFapGj_I/AAAAAAAAADE/zhFkDb7p2VE/s72-c/tumblr_kvndxbFdUs1qzivh9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-3894293295784754558</id><published>2009-06-28T01:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:06:55.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/SkcXEWJoy1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GUDErXC3s1A/s1600-h/OkhYsPEOjp7mo1zwqRL9SQJoo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352272045586041682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/SkcXEWJoy1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GUDErXC3s1A/s400/OkhYsPEOjp7mo1zwqRL9SQJoo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"People think they know me, but they don't..not really..Actually, I am one of the loneliest people on this earth. I cry sometimes because it hurts..it does. To be honest., it guess you could say that it hurts to be me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe it...the King of Pop bid goodbye to this world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard the news while assisting an at&amp;amp;t member over the phone. In the middle of our troubleshooting process, she was suddenly silent and then I asked her if she is still on the other line, she just blurted out "OMG! MJ just died!". I even thought she measns Michael Jordan but she explained that it was Michael Jackson and he suddenly died of cardiac arrest. And then the two of us were suddenly silent for a minute..reminiscing all our memories of the late king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I grew up admiring MJ's music. My father (I think) is a fan of him because he keeps on playing MJ's music everytime. I didn't really know him that  well but at my young age, I was already admiring his kind of music and his groove - and not the man behind it. It was in my high school years that I came upon his song &lt;em&gt;Gone too Soon. &lt;/em&gt;It was MJ's song to a child who was inflicted by the HIV virus and died at such a young age. Correct me if I am wrong, but I think MJ wrote that song as a tribute to that child and it is in this that I became to admire the man behind &lt;em&gt;Billy Jean. &lt;/em&gt;He may be weird and a "wacko" but without a doubt MJ has a pure heart. &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;It was also on these years that I came upon his song &lt;em&gt;Man in the Mirror, &lt;/em&gt;I know it was recorded by MJ way..way back but I just saw it on MTV when they have a re-run on MJ's grammy performance one on of their programs. Up until now, this is my favorite song of him because the lyrics explained it all &lt;em&gt;" if you wanna make the world a better place..just take a look at yourself and make a change" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed by and MJ's life was the most talked about gossip in hollywood and not his music. He was accused of child molestation and had undergone too many plastic surgery to make him "look better" and more "white" than "black". I can't blame him though for wanting a skin tone other than the one he was born with because even up until now, we still can't deny that racial discrimination is still rampant and MJ just wants to be "accepted". MJ is an example of a man who is affected by the turnarounds of the society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I admit, I am not a fan of him but I am a fan of his music. The world really misunderstand this man so much. Thank you MJ for all of your contributions to the music world. Your music will live and You will never be forgotten. Rest in Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-3894293295784754558?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3894293295784754558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=3894293295784754558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3894293295784754558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3894293295784754558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-memoriam.html' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/SkcXEWJoy1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GUDErXC3s1A/s72-c/OkhYsPEOjp7mo1zwqRL9SQJoo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-7940281612565836893</id><published>2009-05-24T05:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:12:51.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>What took you so long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After almost 9months of leaving my blog on a so called "hiatus" (without leaving a note), I was able to re-open it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What took me so long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First and foremost, &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPIDITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I lost my log-in password in my blog account somewhere behind my brain. I really don't know what happened because I made my password so easy to remember and its the same password that I use in my other accounts. It was so weird why I was not able to log-in to it for like 2 months. Thank God! I was able to recover it and re-open my blog once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAZINESS&lt;/span&gt;. I basically loose my interest in updating this blog but I haven't lost my love for writing though because I still keep some of everyday events that are of interest to me in my old fashioned notebook journal. In simpler terms, I was tired already and perhaps bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering of transferring to another blog site but I'm hesitant to do it. I love blogger and I have been with blogger for a long time and it would be such a hassle and perhaps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sad"&lt;/span&gt; to say goodbye to the site where I first created my online rants about every clutter behind my closed doors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm staying with blogger and I hope I still have my "readers" at bay.&lt;br /&gt;=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/5495274283605751446-7940281612565836893?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7940281612565836893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=7940281612565836893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7940281612565836893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7940281612565836893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-took-you-so-long.html' title='What took you so long?'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-4301937690956433771</id><published>2008-08-22T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:21:54.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>New Theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My clock reads 1:40AM and I've been sitting in front of the computer since 9:00 PM trying to figure out what to do with the uncoded layout I just made in Photoshop two days ago. My eyes are drooping now from hours staring at the monitor and my head is aching from too much "squeezing" about what codes to put in my layout. So after four hours and forty minutes, I have finished my third layout for my blog but I still was not satisfied. It was for me mediocre. Nonetheless, I'm still proud of it though for it serves as a testimony to the dark eyes, over fatigue and eye bags I will surely get tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Making a web layout is not an easy thing to do specially for people like me who is only an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"amateur"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the world of web designing. Trust me, with all those codes, creativeness, colors &lt;em&gt;blah blah blah, &lt;/em&gt;layout making is really not for the impatient person. But after you finished making your layout and someone commended you for your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;artistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  and how much they like your final product, it was for me a great reward for your hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, let me present to you my third layout for my blog. It's nothing fancy though. It is just a simple product of my so called creativity, photoshop, css and html. And for those peepz who are planning to steal this layout or copy it? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BURN IN HELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  I worked so hard in making this only to be ripped by some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Stealers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;lurking around the world wide web. Its better to ask on how I made this layout than ripping it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-4301937690956433771?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4301937690956433771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=4301937690956433771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4301937690956433771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4301937690956433771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-theme.html' title='New Theme'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-4332651453356472331</id><published>2008-08-10T08:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:46:35.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>No Offense to China</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somebody sent me these set of pictures on my e-mail and I really found this very intriguing specially with the on-going Beijing Olympics. It's politically funny for those who knew about the relationship of China and Tibet. I don't mean to bash China with these, hell! I even don't take credit for these pictures. I just want to post it here just for the sake of humor and its up to the readers on what they thought about these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232673791042025954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/SJ4xFsyOeeI/AAAAAAAAACc/GgjytshYUfQ/s400/pekin2b4zg6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how the logo was made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232673602377999986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="376" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/SJ4w6t9N5nI/AAAAAAAAACU/HOEU6jDkwtk/s400/protesta2btibetxp7.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232673397201319890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/SJ4wuxnSN9I/AAAAAAAAACM/jm1rGJV4zNc/s400/tibetolympicskr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm...thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-4332651453356472331?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4332651453356472331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=4332651453356472331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4332651453356472331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4332651453356472331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-offense-to-china.html' title='No Offense to China'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/SJ4xFsyOeeI/AAAAAAAAACc/GgjytshYUfQ/s72-c/pekin2b4zg6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-1384531300504037840</id><published>2008-08-08T21:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:23:07.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>08-08-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is August 8, 2008 which numerically transforms into 8-8-8, a lucky number according to Chinese culture and tradition that is why they held the 2008 Beijing Olympics this very same day and formally open it @ 8:00 PM which by the way I couldn't watch because we don't have a cable TV at home (so sad). The number 8 also happens to be my favorite number because for me it is a more sexier version of the number 0 which represents continuity and infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But why is 8 so lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my Chinese classmate, 8 in Cantonese is "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" which sounds like the word for "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;make a lot of fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prosperity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" so if it's a triple 8 like today it means "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prosperity-prosperity-prosperity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". That is why many businessman choose to open a new business this day. My classmate even told me that in China, some people have to pay extra to have the number 8 in their cellphone numbers, car plates and so on. She even told me, to try my luck in the Lottery because today is a lucky day and who knows I might be able to struck millions today which by the way would definitely make me HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't consider this day as my lucky day because of a number of unlucky scenarios I had experienced on this so called lucky day. First and foremost, I was very late in reporting to work because I have a hard time hailing jeep for a ride due to the fact that every jeepney going to my destination is fully loaded. I was waiting for about half an hour under the scorching heat of the sun so I decided to walk cause I really had no choice. So you can just imagine me in my school uniform plus high heeled black pumps walking in the streets under the heat of the sun and the bustling traffic smoke. It was really infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Secondly, I was being annoyed by a student at school. He keeps on asking me about something I don't want to answer and when I told him to stop, he just gave me this "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt;" its as if he was going to eat me alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Third, I bumped on the wall because of my stupidity. I kept on texting someone and I didn't notice that I was walking into a wall and boom! there goes my embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fourth, our school's men's basketball varsity team (USC Warriors) lose to the SWU Cobras(Southwestern University). My friend was telling me that it was OK cause its only four points and the team did do their best but for me it was not. I can't accept the fact that they lose on their home court in front of their supporters who had to skip classes just to watch them play. Its just definitely a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How can this so called lucky day be so unlucky to me? Why is it called a good day to prosper and earn lots of money when in fact, on this very same day, my wallet was empty and I was totally broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-1384531300504037840?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1384531300504037840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=1384531300504037840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1384531300504037840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1384531300504037840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/08-08-08.html' title='08-08-08'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-4798942873083028990</id><published>2008-08-05T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:59:29.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Snips to Dissapointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am the type of person who doesn't know what to do with her hair. What I mean is that when it comes to hair grooming, I only limit myself to combing it straight and wear headbands whenever I feel like doing it and I rarely tie it into a ponytail or neatly tuck it behind my ear just to keep the hair strands from covering my face. In short, I am just a pretty low maintenance girl who will just wash and wear her hair - no frills, no fuzz. That is the reason why, I prefer a shorter hairdo than keeping it long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, when I began to notice that my hair is quite long already and is starting to annoy me, I decided to have it cut and with my friend's recommendation, went to this particular Hair Parlor located near our school. There were 3 of us waiting for our respective turn ,thus, to kill time, I flipped through various pages of magazines and Hair journal and decided to cut my hair into a sleek bob Ala Kyla and Victoria Beckham. I already had that hairstyle before and I really love how it makes you trendy and edgy at the same time. I was already imagining my so called Victoria Beckham look when the stylist called my name. He then asked me what kind of cut I wanted but instead of saying I wanted it a short bob ala Victoria Beckham, the words that came out of my mouth was a mere "bahala ka, I just want it short though". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really don't know what I was thinking that very minute and I don't have any idea why that words came out of my mouth. I was aware though that I accidentally blurted those words but instead of telling the stylist about my original plan, I just sat there staring straight at my image on the mirror telling myself that everything will turn out fine. Minutes passed by and the only sound I heard was the scissors' snip-snip and the gossips and blabber the stylist marvelously shared to me. After a couple of minutes, it was done and I uneasily stared at the woman staring back at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that us girls' primary purpose in going to the hair salon is to have a makeover. We want something different but beautiful with our looks. We want to be a different person physically when we go out from the salon but not with my recent experience. Literally, no makeover was done to me. I basically look the same as the girl who went inside the salon a couple of minutes ago. My dream to have that Victoria Beckham hair was now just a mere dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clearly, I was really dissapointed with the outcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But if there's one person to blame for it though, It would only be no one else but me because i was just sitting there, not saying anything or informing the stylist about the cut I want. I was only letting him decide over things that should have been my concern. Anyways, this is just hair and I still have the option to opt for the cut I want if ever I decided to have another trip to the salon. And I'm gonna make it sure that when the time comes, I will inform the stylist the cut that I really want together with the details so that I will not be dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231047897451235922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/SJhqWPKiilI/AAAAAAAAABs/RnkljRdYGvA/s400/3b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my new look. So what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-4798942873083028990?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4798942873083028990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=4798942873083028990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4798942873083028990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4798942873083028990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/snips-to-dissapointment.html' title='Snips to Dissapointment'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/SJhqWPKiilI/AAAAAAAAABs/RnkljRdYGvA/s72-c/3b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-6708754451843288595</id><published>2008-07-29T20:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:27:24.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Dark Knight Mania</title><content type='html'>I admit, I am not a Batman fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Among the comics superheroes, Batman was my least favorite. Why? because for me, Batman is not a superhero. Unlike Superman, Spiderman, The X-Men etc. who were individuals with supernatural powers, batman is just Bruce Wayne, a filthy young rich man turn into his Batman alter ego when someone needs help. And how does he do it? well.. he just fights the bad guys using his famous gadgets for he has NO superhuman powers. That's the reason why, I am not in any manner interested with his life story thus I don't want to watch any Batman movies for that matter - until The Dark Knight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly speaking, I was supposed to stand by with my dislike of Batman movies but after reading all the fuss The Dark Knight had caused including breaking the record for the highest opening day which was previously held by Spiderman and deceased actor Heath Ledger's much talked about performance, curiosity got the better of me and the next thing I knew, I was lining up to buy tickets to watch The Dark Knight on the big screen and it turns out to be what I don't expect it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Dark Knight was a blast! It was so damn good that I ended up searching the Internet about each of the characters "life story" so as to better understood them and their role in Batman's life. As to Ledger's portrayal of Batman's arch nemesis - Joker? man.. that guy was so brilliant! He was so frighteningly terrific that you ended loving him instead of well..hate him (?). And I must admit, he really stole the show away from Christian Bale who played Batman/ Bruce Wayne. Heath Ledger was truly talented but sad to say he died last January due to a drug overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a little trivia though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di you know that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When asked "why Heath Ledger as the Joker" director Nolan said "Because he's fearless".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Robin Williams and Adrien Brody expressed interest for the role of Joker before Heath Ledger was cast? hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To prepare for his role as the Joker, Heath Ledger lived alone in a hotel room for a month formulating the character's psychology, posture and voice. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now I now know what the fuss is all about. So if you haven't watched the Dark Knight yet, you better go and see it..as in &lt;strong&gt;NOW!&lt;/strong&gt; :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-6708754451843288595?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6708754451843288595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=6708754451843288595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/6708754451843288595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/6708754451843288595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight-mania.html' title='Dark Knight Mania'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-3104552188372777285</id><published>2008-07-08T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:04:58.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Its so sad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-872.friendster.com/e1/photos/27/85/9135872/1_939466217l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos-872.friendster.com/e1/photos/27/85/9135872/1_939466217l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the silence that tells it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it's not about the yelling and the tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All it takes is for two people to sit beside each other and feel that something is wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that what was there before isn't there anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That they're miserable when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; apart but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're much worst when they're together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that there's two options left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either they sit still and ignore the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or one of them gathers enough courage to stand up and walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says he needed space to think about things. He wants a "cool-off". But it only means one thing.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART BREAK&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/5495274283605751446-3104552188372777285?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3104552188372777285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=3104552188372777285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3104552188372777285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3104552188372777285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-so-sad.html' title='Its so sad..'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-971647454982527787</id><published>2008-07-06T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:45:19.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is what I do when I don't have any idea what to write in my blog. I just list down everything and anything that had happened to me for the past days whether it involves me or just something I've read or see on tv for what purpose? NONE! LOL! I just post it here for the heck of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rafael Nadal beat Roger Federer on Wimbledon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I haven't seen the Wimbledon Finals between these two tennis greats. But I am not surprised when I heard that Nadal ended Federer's 5 year reign in Wimbledon with a bang! Having seen the French Open Finals last month wherein he beat Federer, I saw a different Rafa. I have no doubt that he would beat Federer on the grass court. Kudos to Rafael Nadal! He works hard for this so he really deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been hearing all this fuss about this Hollywood TV hit about the lives of the privileged teens on Upper East Side. I admit, I was intrigued when I first heard about it but sad to say we don't have a cable TV in our apartment that is why I haven't watch a single episode of it! But my friend told me that there are some pirated DVDs about the show sold in downtown Cebu and I'm going to buy one! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading Chapter 5 and so many conflicts had surfaced damn! I'm gonna blog about this book. It's so poignantly touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boyfriend Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argued again. He just told me I'm too paranoid. I told him he was so lazy and irresponsible. I feel like things were not the same as before. (sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That Surprise Quiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..in Rizal pissed me off! Imagine, out of 50, I only got 1 point! My &lt;em&gt;gawd! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-971647454982527787?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/971647454982527787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=971647454982527787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/971647454982527787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/971647454982527787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-1209469077171145659</id><published>2008-07-04T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:07:41.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school stuffs'/><title type='text'>Are you KIDding me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was walking along the school grounds when a 6th grade boy approached me. I thought he was just being friendly so I converse with him with much &lt;em&gt;gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's how our conversation goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOY:&lt;/span&gt; Hi miss, I'm Gerald..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Hello! I'm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOY:&lt;/span&gt; I know you.. Gayla right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; yah.. how come you know my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOY:&lt;/span&gt; I've seen you around since last year.. You were sporting a short hair before..Now, its long already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; yah.. it's long already (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOY:&lt;/span&gt; but it doesn't matter.. you're so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; oh.....uhm....really? thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOY:&lt;/span&gt; yah.. Can I ask you a favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; sure..what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOY:&lt;/span&gt; Can I have your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; uhm... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOY:&lt;/span&gt; So that I can court you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; what?! Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOY:&lt;/span&gt; yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man! that was really a shock for me! When I told a friend about this, she said that I'm so lucky because young boys think that I am still attractive. That means, I still look younger than my age is - I'm 21 by the way. Just like what they say: "&lt;em&gt;May asim pa ako". &lt;/em&gt;But honestly? I don't feel lucky or happy about this. Yes, some part of me was amused about what the boy was saying and I do feel gratified but somehow a big part of me was thinking : &lt;em&gt;Is that the trend nowadays among young ones? What is happening in our society nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can still remember when I was still in that age, courtships and being in a relationship was a taboo in our playmate group. All we think about was friendship, Fun and the endless games. So you can just imagine, a 12 year old boy wants to court a 21 year old me? What does he know about courting anyways? And what does a 12 year old know about relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know about you but for me, it's just so weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-1209469077171145659?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1209469077171145659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=1209469077171145659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1209469077171145659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1209469077171145659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you KIDding me?!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-1956185675943055340</id><published>2008-06-29T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:26:58.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>Talk of the town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indeed, it was a sweet victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manny Paquiao once again made us proud with his recent victory in Mandalay Bay Hotel in Las Vegas Nevada. His KO win over David Diaz put him on top of the rankings as the World's Best Pound for Pound Boxer. He made history as the first Asian to have 4 belts in different boxing categories. He proved once again that once he stepped on the ring, all Filipinos regardless of where they are in the world would put aside their differences and be united. But as much as I would like to fill this page with all those Manny Paquiao &lt;em&gt;brouhaha, &lt;/em&gt;I could not erase on my mind the other man on the ring, the one whom Paquiao defeated - David Diaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First and foremost, I pity him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I watched the fight on GMA - 7's broadcast on t.v (with added ire on all those advertisements) and I saw how Manny pounded Diaz - brutally. Blood flowed down from the cuts and bruises Manny left on his face. He was Manny's punching bag from the first round onwards. And when he was hit with Manny's left hook and fell down on the canvass (bloodied) as if he were a post, I could not help but shed a tear for him. It's like his dream of becoming a well known champ vanish away with that fateful stoppage on the 9th round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nonetheless, I salute this man for showing what courage really meant. From round 1, anyone could see that Manny won this fight but David never quit. Even if he was pounded by Manny and blood flowed from his face, he stood there tall and proud for all the world to see. He even hug and congratulated Manny after the fight and praised him for showing his supperb boxing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheers to Manny! Cheers to David for being such a good sport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-1956185675943055340?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1956185675943055340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=1956185675943055340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1956185675943055340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1956185675943055340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/talk-of-town.html' title='Talk of the town'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-1979150727332951120</id><published>2008-06-26T14:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:11:57.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>PANDAmonium!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I first saw its trailer last March and I thought that it was really funny so I couldn't wait for it to be shown here in our local theaters. Unfortunately, when it was finally shown, I didn't have enough money left in my allowance to be able to watch it. Thus, I made a vow to myself that the next time I will receive my allowance I'm going to watch this movie. Luckily, my cousin gave my sister two movie passes so I beg my sister to let me have the other movie pass so I could watch Kung Fu Panda. It turns out that she liked to watch the movie also so the two of us went to Ayala Mall to watch it and LOL! it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kung Fu Panda is the story of Po, a big fat panda, who is the biggest fan of kung fu around. Po works in a noodle restaurant owned by his father (in this case a goose). Unexpectedly, he was "accidentally" chosen to fulfill an ancient prophecy of being the Great Dragon Master to bring peace to China and its people. With this, his long time dream of being able to learn kung fu along side the legendary furious five of Tigress, Crane, Mantis, Viper and Monkey - under the leadership of Master Shifu would now be at his feet. Unfortunately, the treacherous Tai Lung, a snow tiger, escaped from prison and is now heading to Po's village to seek revenge and it is now up to Po to stop him and protect everyone from this oncoming threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basically, Kung Fu Panda's storyline about an unlikely hero out of not "society-thinks" a hero should be - in this case a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"BIG, FAT PANDA"&lt;/span&gt; is sort of a cliche (remember shrek?) in which most of us have been familiar with. But, with its funny antics and wisecracks along with its lovable characters and with a stellar voice performance from an all star cast, Kung Fu Panda succeeds in entertaining me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, apart from enjoying the visual graphics of the movie, I happen to caught some memorable lines from it that I would like to share it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's no secret ingredient, you just have to believe in yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That is why it is called present"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"To make something special, you just have to believe it's special"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was quite a surprised when I learned that the movie's theme song was sang by our very own Sam Concepcion. Oh ho ho! way to go Sam! You make the Filipinos Proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-1979150727332951120?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1979150727332951120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=1979150727332951120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1979150727332951120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1979150727332951120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/everybody-does-kung-fu-fighting.html' title='PANDAmonium!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-5450274194999736832</id><published>2008-06-24T10:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:57:06.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Feeling out of Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever been in a situation wherein you don't know anybody? you're considered an outcast? a complete stranger? As for me? I am currently in that situation right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a graduating student this semester and my graduation deficiency slip showed that I still have 12 units left in my course curriculum to be able to graduate - part of which is NASC 3 Household Chemistry. Unfortunately, NASC 3 being an off-sem subject was not offered this semester which now becomes a problem for me because it will mean that I could kiss my October graduation goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, I consulted our Department Chairman (Business Administration) about my problem hoping to have some advices on what I should do - if there's any. He told me to write a letter to the Chemistry Department Chairman requesting them to allow me to take a chemistry subject equivalent to NASC 3. After making the letter, I went to Talamban Campus a few kilometers ride from the Main Campus where I am studying. To make the long story short, I was interviewed by the Chairman and with a little pleading from him, he allow me to take Chem 1A General and Inorganic Chemistry as an equivalent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was relieved from my problem when I was allowed to take an equivalent subject but by the time I entered the Chemistry class I was in total despair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like Alice in Wonderland the first time she entered the rabbit hole! I was basically a stranger in this class. Imagine! all of my classmates were BS Psychology Students and practically everyone knows everybody! I was seated in the middle and nobody sits beside me. What makes things worst for me was the time our teacher told us to group ourselves - 5 members per group. Everyone was rushing into one another shouting names and telling someone to include him/her into his/her group. It was totally chaotic and I was like the wind in these room of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone except me had groups already and deep inside I felt pity to my self. I planned to transfer to another class if not for one girl (I forgot her name) who asked me if I have a group. I told her a simple "NONE" and then she told me that I could join their group since they lacked one member. Since I really had no choice, I joined their group even if I don't know anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to be in a place full of strangers. I feel like I am a prisoner jailed by the thought that I really had no choice. Even if I practically don't know anybody from my Chemistry Class, I am still hoping that as we would spend the next 4 months confined isnide the 4 corners of our room, I would have the chance to get to know and befriend them. As for now, I consider this experience of mine a challenge to my adaptability and friendliness skill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-5450274194999736832?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5450274194999736832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=5450274194999736832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5450274194999736832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5450274194999736832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-out-of-place.html' title='Feeling out of Place'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2178772019550546301</id><published>2008-06-22T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:54:32.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Back in blogging world</title><content type='html'>Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stepped in my blog site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Man..it's been quite a long time that I've been on hiatus from this blog site (my last post was last December) and its June 2008 already. Therefore, it means that this blog was silent for 5 months?! oh sh*t! SCREW SCHOOL WORKS! it keeps me so busy that i neglected this blog of mine for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,I am back now and I will try to update this blog as much as possible so that this will not be like an abandoned house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-2178772019550546301?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2178772019550546301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2178772019550546301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2178772019550546301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2178772019550546301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-in-blogging-world.html' title='Back in blogging world'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-5258877398791748541</id><published>2007-12-05T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:09:07.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you love someone so deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They become your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's easy to succumb to overwhelming fears inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blindly I imagined I could Keep you under glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I understand to hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must open my hands And watch you rise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spread your wings and prepare to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you have become a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly abandonedly into the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you should return to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We truly were meant to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So spread your wings and fly Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have learned that beauty Has to flourish in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wild horses run unbridled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or their spirit dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have given me the courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be all that I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And truly feel &lt;b&gt;your heart will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Lead you back to me when you're ready to land&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't pretend these tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't overflowing steadily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't prevent this hurt from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost overtaking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will stand and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;For you'll never be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you know the way it feels to fly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isn't this what love is all about? You don't have to keep on chasing it and keep it in a glass jar thinking that it will be your's until the end of time. For love seeks freedom to do other things. Without this, your butterfly will look for ways to escape from your glass jar and chances are, he will not come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As what a friend told me once, If u want to catch a butterfly, don't run after it...instead sit down &amp;amp; open your hand. It will just land on your palm when it needs to rest..that's the best way to find Love!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-5258877398791748541?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5258877398791748541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=5258877398791748541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5258877398791748541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5258877398791748541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/12/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-9004736839406136979</id><published>2007-11-11T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:27:21.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was our planned corporate photo shoot schedule in a locally known photo studio in downtown Cebu. However, it didn't push through because of various &lt;em&gt;"incidents"&lt;/em&gt; that happened that day. Thus, we were stuck inside the studio looking like promo girls/boys for the coming Christmas Season(we were all wearing red shirts) not knowing what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then an idea came into our minds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of our corp mates brought with him a digital camera and since we were hungry to strut our stuff and unleashed our &lt;em&gt;Supermodel &lt;/em&gt;side, we agreed to do a photo shoot in SRP (South Reclamation Project). And so our journey goes. To make the story short, we travelled to SRP via our friend's van and having seen the blazing hot sun decided not to push through once again with what has been planned a couple of hours ago but just continue travelling until we finally stopped in Naga, a municipality in Southern Cebu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's nice with our own road trip is that, we didn't planned about it. It just happened out of the blue. I guess some of us were a little bit frustrated though with the photo shoot that didn't push through thus there were no complaints from any of us when we arrived in Naga. It seems like everyone is enjoying her/ his self eating green mangoes, chicharon and peanuts beside the sea while watching the sun sets and aside from that we even get crazy inside the van when we get to see Carlo J. Caparas, the man behind Pinoy Comics, riding in a van next to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And what about the photo shoot? well, it was re-scheduled next saturday but we didn't went home empty handed though cause we have our own happy moments in our road trip captured on cam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-9004736839406136979?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/9004736839406136979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=9004736839406136979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/9004736839406136979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/9004736839406136979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/11/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-3757914646360150887</id><published>2007-09-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T00:22:23.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Ponder on This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The love of Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money can buy me a bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money can buy books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money can buy finery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money can buy a house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money can buy luxuries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money can buy amusement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;butnot happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money can buy companies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money can buy flattery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For the love of money..is the root of all evil"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            1 Timothy 6:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-3757914646360150887?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3757914646360150887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=3757914646360150887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3757914646360150887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3757914646360150887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/09/ponder-on-this.html' title='Ponder on This'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-5870014194436661333</id><published>2007-09-09T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:10:01.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Welcome September!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;B-E-R months is finally here! and so is our never ending countdown to the Christmas Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have to admit this, I don't really like Christmas ever since I found out that Santa does not exist.Now don't get me wrong, it's not as if I totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas! It's just that growing up, I was used to the fact that we only have few foods served for &lt;em&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/em&gt; during Christmas Eve than New Year's. You know what a child's brain work ;). Anyways, Christmas for me is just like any other time of the year except that stores are always on sale, my aunts gave me presents and houses are decorated with anything plastic that reminds me of the American Culture we all love to adopt. But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Speaking of presents, here are the list of items I wish somebody would gave me this Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DIGITAL CAMERA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm such a sucker for pictures! I love taking pics of myself, my friends and the places that I went to. I think of it as a source of souvenir from "that" period of my life. God only gave us three periods in life: childhood, adulthood, and Maturity. So I'm not going to just sit in the corner and waste every experiences without taking some pictures of it. That is why, a digital camera is first on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAYBELLINE LIP SMOOTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can't get enough of this wonder from the cosmetic brand that give us the famous line &lt;em&gt;"Maybe she's born with it, Maybe its Maybelline" &lt;/em&gt;I have one of these product in my beauty kit right now and I just love it! That is why, I want to try all the other colors of these product line (mine is cherry). Fulfill my second wish and you would get a kiss from me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;KEDS' flats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remember seeing these beauties on Mischa Barton's feet on the TV show The O.C and damn.. it was love at first sight. For those who plans to buy me a pair: I'm size six.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HARRY POTTER SERIES BOOK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;These one's my favorite since high school when I first borrowed a copy of The Sorcerer's Stone from my classmate. And ever since that event, I became an avid reader of JK Rowling's masterpiece through borrowing from sources. Now that the final chapter of the series has been out of the market already, I want to collect it. I don't own a single copy of the series so a package of complete Harry Potter books would make me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last but not the least:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHOPPING MONEY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Uhm..for what else? for buying stuffs that I want from clothes to accessories etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My mom always reminds me not to ask things that I couldn't have but who cares? I just love listing down my wishlist so that some good, kind soul would fulfill my fantasies. I'm not expecting though that all of these stuffs would be given to me this Christmas. It's just well too expensive. You can call me a dreamer but there's practically nothing wrong with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-5870014194436661333?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5870014194436661333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=5870014194436661333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5870014194436661333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5870014194436661333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-september.html' title='Welcome September!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2995175839264153295</id><published>2007-09-02T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:46:09.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Control Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yah...that's who I am. I admit I'm such a control freak when it comes to relationships. I keep pushing my boyfriend to do things that I wanted him to do like forbidding him to go out late at night, hang with his friends all the time, playing warcraft, drinking alcohol etc. I even told him to text me 24 hrs a day. All because I wanted him to have me as his first priority above all things and all because I wanted him to spend his whole time to me. And the end of it all? we always end up quarrelling all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learning from all the relationship books that I've read, this is so wrong. Yah.. I know I did a mistake for being&lt;strong&gt; "that kind of girl"&lt;/strong&gt;. But I can't help it. Everytime, were apart random thoughts keep bugging my mind like What is he doing right now? Who is with him? Does he think of me? Does he forgot about me already? Did I ever cross his mind? Questions like that makes me feel so uncomfortable that is why I always end up checking him all the time through sms. But if ever he would not reply? I would get mad at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I could be wrong, but I'm just a girl in love with a man so much that I'm scared of the time that he would forgot about me. The way I see it, this is the only way that I could think of to keep our relationship close as possible you know having time for each other eventhough were apart. What should I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-2995175839264153295?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2995175839264153295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2995175839264153295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2995175839264153295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2995175839264153295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/09/control-freak.html' title='Control Freak'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-568538756651905717</id><published>2007-08-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:05:34.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>It's her turn to shine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-948.friendster.com/e1/photos/84/93/15213948/280002659l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-948.friendster.com/e1/photos/84/93/15213948/280002659l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Bingwit..She's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shih-tzu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and she's my boyfriend's family dog! Isn't she cute? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I know, you want to hug her but mind you she doesn't care. She is so &lt;strong&gt;KSP &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Kulang sa Pansin) &lt;/em&gt;that she really want everybody's attention exclusively for her only. So if you want to hug her or scratch her tummy, don't hesitate to do so because she really loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-561.friendster.com/e1/photos/16/53/21803561/147162273l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-561.friendster.com/e1/photos/16/53/21803561/147162273l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, this dog is so girly in the sense that when she walks, her hips and her tail sways gracefully from left to right like what every supermodel does. If there would be a supermodel dog, Bingwit would be qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-561.friendster.com/e1/photos/16/53/21803561/857791686l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-561.friendster.com/e1/photos/16/53/21803561/857791686l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is so friendly in such a way that even if you're still a stranger to her, she would'nt bark at you. I remember the first time that I saw her, she was lying at the corner looking like a damp cloth but when I approach her, she just stared at me. I was afraid that she would bite me so I just scratched her back. She seems enjoying what I did to her because she just keep on licking at my hands. Now, were really good friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bingwit maybe just a dog to some but to my BF's family, she is not just a dog to be feed, she's a part of their family, a well loved family member at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-568538756651905717?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/568538756651905717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=568538756651905717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/568538756651905717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/568538756651905717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-her-turn-to-shine.html' title='It&apos;s her turn to shine!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-6144417204505277245</id><published>2007-08-08T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:20:14.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Examination Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span &gt;Help!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's our midterm exams and I don't fully understand any topics that we've been discussing inside the four corners of our classrooms. Thus, this means that I need to exhibit extra effort to study and read various books. Problem is, I'm not in the mood for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;What should I do now?&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/5495274283605751446-6144417204505277245?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6144417204505277245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=6144417204505277245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/6144417204505277245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/6144417204505277245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/08/examination-week.html' title='Examination Week!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-970702802960389745</id><published>2007-08-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:23:53.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I Want One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;For the second time, my cellphone got busted again. It's speakers are not working anymore thus whenever I would answer a call, the other line could not hear my voice. My friend told me to have it fixed in a repair shop but I doubt it would be fixed because I had it fixed two years ago for the same reason. Added to that, my phone is an &lt;em&gt;antique&lt;/em&gt; already, it's been with me for 5 yrs already therefor, I really have to get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm not really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;materialistic &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;when it comes to gizmos and gadgets. If ever I would have much money, I would then splurged it on foods and dresses. But for this time, I would make an exception and would just keep on dreaming(hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Since my phone's busted and I really need to replace it when I have the money to buy, I would love to have a Nokia &lt;strong&gt;N73 &lt;/strong&gt;Music Edition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5m3KBrlGMT8AAiajzbkF/SIG=12b1ubk19/EXP=1186617418/**http://www.reghardware.co.uk/2006/04/27/nokia_n73_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" height="229" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5m3KBrlGMT8AAiajzbkF/SIG=12b1ubk19/EXP=1186617418/**http%3A//www.reghardware.co.uk/2006/04/27/nokia_n73_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Aside from its basic features and having a cam capable of recording videos and capturing images, what I really like from this phone is it's a digital music player capable of supporting MP3/AAC/eAAC/eAAC+/WMA type of music. It also has a visual FM Player for those times that craving for newly released music is a must thing to do. Added to that, it oozes with sexiness..(hehe) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I admit, I love music so much that I need to listen to one every hour of the day because it relieves me from stress and boredom. I'm also quite vain and loves taking pictures of myself. Thus, this phone's really perfect for me for it matches my personality. Added to that, it's like having an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i-pod &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and a cellular phone in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/5495274283605751446-970702802960389745?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/970702802960389745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=970702802960389745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/970702802960389745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/970702802960389745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-one.html' title='I Want One'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2578594435443078933</id><published>2007-07-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:20:54.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Women have only one Flaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I was reading my friendster blog when I've stumbled upon this article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;By the time the Lord made woman, he was into his sixth day of working overtime. An angel appeared and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why are you spending so much time on this one?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;And the Lord answered, &lt;em&gt;"Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart -and she will do everything with only two hands." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The angel was astounded at the requirements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Only two hands!? No way! And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day Wait until tomorrow to finish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;But I won't,"&lt;/em&gt; the Lord protested. &lt;em&gt;"I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The angel moved closer and touched the woman. &lt;em&gt;"But you have made her so soft, Lord." "She is soft,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;the Lord agreed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;"but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;"Will she be able to think?"&lt;/em&gt;, asked the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The Lord replied, &lt;em&gt;"Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's not a leak,"&lt;/em&gt; the Lord corrected, &lt;em&gt;"that's a tear!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"&lt;em&gt;What's the tear for?"&lt;/em&gt; the angel asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The Lord said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;"The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The angel was impressed. And she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry.They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice.They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies.They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love.They have compassion and ideals.They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and everything to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH. &lt;/span&gt;&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/5495274283605751446-2578594435443078933?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2578594435443078933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2578594435443078933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2578594435443078933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2578594435443078933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/07/women-have-only-one-flaw.html' title='Women have only one Flaw'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2066749953666229820</id><published>2007-07-20T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:45:33.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Surprise Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our teacher gave us a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Surprise Exam"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in our Income Taxation subject a while ago and &lt;strong&gt;DARN! It was so 'effin HARD! &lt;/strong&gt;Most of my classmates really had a hard time answering all of the items. Some of us were even opening books and notes under the table and they were some who kept on glancing to other people's papers (just like me! HAHA). When it was all finished and results have been given to us by our teacher, I'm not shocked about my score---a very flat zero (0).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surprise exams really annoys me. You know why? I'm not the type of person who always study everyday. I don't hate studying its just that I'm not into advance studying. I'm not a freaking nerd! That is why everytime there is a surprise exam my head would move (literally) from side to side looking at my classmates answers or I would just use my stock knowledge (if there's any) to answer the questions being asked and the bottom line is? I ended up having low scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But don't be fooled! Surprise exams is not that serious though. It's just our teacher's way of knowing how far we have read or know about a particular topic. I remember what my previous professor told me before &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If there's a surprise exam, the best thing you should do is to answer it as honestly as possible...It's your only way of assessing yourself on how far you have understood the lessons&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; . Unfortunately, as you have guess, I rarely follow this advice. I mean, why should I answer the testpapers &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"as honestly as possible" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if I'm desperate to pass the subject no matter what?! No one forbid me to "help my own self" in times when there's no one I can turn into (*wink). So off I go to cheating during surprise exams! LOL! I know its bad but I don't do it all the time. Only those times when our professors would barge into our rooms and would just say &lt;em&gt;"Get a whole sheet of paper and aswer this..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-2066749953666229820?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2066749953666229820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2066749953666229820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2066749953666229820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2066749953666229820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/07/surpise-exam.html' title='Surprise Exam'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-7027503229308156003</id><published>2007-07-19T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:46:10.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Good Samaritan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to post this yesterday but unfortunately there's no internet connection in our PC so I have no choice but to share this incident with you today even if it happens yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isn't it &lt;i&gt;touching&lt;/i&gt; when someone is a good samaritan? But what about if that someone is the least person on earth you thought to be like that? What would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now here's the scenario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My boyfriend and I were eating &lt;i&gt;siomai&lt;/i&gt; at a foodhouse in front of our school. He said he didn't have much money left on his pocket so he can't shoulder my food expenses. Thus, we were on &lt;strong&gt;KKB &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Kanya Kanyang Bayad). &lt;/em&gt;We were on our way back to the school campus after we had finished eating when he suddenly asked if I had a change for &lt;strong&gt;Php 50.00&lt;/strong&gt;. I asked him why and he just answered me "&lt;em&gt;basta". &lt;/em&gt;So I gave him two Php20.00 bill and a Php 10.00 coin in exchange for his Php50.00 bill that he gave to me. I thought he would just buy cigarrettes when he started to distance his self from me. But what he did next makes me so proud of him. He run towards a streetchild who was 3 meters away from us to gave that child a Php 20.00 bill. When he came back, I asked him why did he do it and he just told me &lt;em&gt;"luoy mn ang bata gud..wa xa kwarta pang.buy ug food" (I felt pity to the child. He has no money to buy food&lt;/em&gt;). When he said this, I wanted to hug and kiss him that very moment! Unfotunately, we're on a public place so I only smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never expected my boyfriend to do a thing like that. He's a smoker, drinks alcohol, rich, sometimes stubborn, quarrels with his dad, a frat member, and just a happy-go-lucky guy. And yet, he has a kind heart to his fellow human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If only the whole world would be like that. If only we treat each other as brothers and sisters. If only there's no divisions between the rich and the poor. If only we would help each one of us. Then our world would be the most beautiful place to live in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-7027503229308156003?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7027503229308156003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=7027503229308156003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7027503229308156003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7027503229308156003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-samaritan.html' title='Good Samaritan'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-31400908606896114</id><published>2007-07-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:48:17.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>School Policies and Skinny Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I received a text message from a friend of mine telling me to wear black tomorrow. This serves as a &lt;i&gt;silent protest&lt;/i&gt; against the policies that our school had implemented. I told her, I would not do it because I'm getting tired of this crap. I've been supporting protests against our school policies ever since and I've been wearing t-shirts (different colors at that) to voice out my protest but it was all useless. But when she texted me again that there has been a memo (I've never encountered it) from the council and the Administration that &lt;b&gt;SKINNY JEANS ARE NOT ALLOWED ON FEMALE STUDENTS&lt;/b&gt;, I freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For heaven's sake, Why? What's wrong with skinny jeans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think everyone knows what skinny jeans is. I know it's the fad nowadays and I am so madly in love with it (who does not?). It's my &lt;b&gt;must have&lt;/b&gt; for every girls. So imagine my reaction when I learned that it would soon be banned by the administration! This is totally an insult to our liberty as a student of this University. What are they trying to do? Who are they to make such policies? Did they consult the students for which their purpose is to serve them? Or are they serving their own insecurities and personal interests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have been banned from wearing rubber slippers. We are not allowed to enter the school premises if our shirts is not two inches below the belt line. We are condemned to suffer the pains ogf aching tired feets from climbing steep stairs and walking on slippery corridors because of wearing at least two-inches of heels in our feets due to their &lt;b&gt;two-inch heel policy&lt;/b&gt;. We are forced to wear that scrappy school uniform that if not to the airconditioning units of the classrooms, we would be filling buckets of sweats. And now banning skinny jeans? Why don't they just say &lt;b&gt;BE NAKED&lt;/b&gt; when entering the school? Isn't that what they are doing? Stripping the students of their rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dress Code Policy is good if and only if it doesn't prejudice the rights of the students and if and only if it's not way too much. We were &lt;i&gt;"supposed to be"&lt;/i&gt; a community-oriented society here so why act like we are not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im just hoping that the Administration would reconsider our appeal. Let us, the women, the students be heard. &lt;b&gt;Skinny Jeans should not be banned!&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/5495274283605751446-31400908606896114?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/31400908606896114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=31400908606896114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/31400908606896114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/31400908606896114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-policies-and-skinny-jeans.html' title='School Policies and Skinny Jeans'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2688373550230710573</id><published>2007-07-08T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:17:33.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Remove the EX-cess Baggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EX&lt;/b&gt;cess, First Love and Heartbreaks it is like saying &lt;u&gt;"they came, they saw and they conquered &lt;b&gt;US&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This post was inspired after watching &lt;i&gt;Studio 23's&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Y-Speak&lt;/b&gt; a while ago. Damn! I really like their topic this week. In fact, I didn't change the channel because I was hooked to their conversations about excess and forgetting. I admit that one of the reason why I was hooked is because somehow I can very well relate to it (like who doesn't?). I'm kinda feeling &lt;b&gt;mushy romantic&lt;/b&gt; about it (if there's such a word) that I can't help but reminisce my very own first love and why I don't believe in the saying &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;First Love Never Dies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now here's my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My first love became my first boyfriend. We've known each other since childhood because we live in the same &lt;i&gt;baranggay&lt;/i&gt;. To cut the long story short, Stupid Cupid hit me with one of his arrows and &lt;i&gt;Whoala!&lt;/i&gt; I was in love. I was 17 back then and never had any boyfriend experiences so imagine my happiness when My Crush, My First Love courted me! &lt;i&gt;siyempre, flattered at happy ako!&lt;/i&gt; and just like any other &lt;b&gt;Woman In Love&lt;/b&gt;, I readily accept his "proposal" not knowing that I entered into a world of betrayal and heartaches. In short, our relationship was not at all a bed of roses. It didn't work out the way I imagined it to be. My childhood dream of being married to the first guy that I felt in love with was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was so hard to accept back then that my first relationship ended up that way. But what hurts me the most was the fact that he never had loved me the same way that I loved him. I admit, after this sad experienced, I vow to never fall in love again and labeled all boys as a f*****g liars! I was feeling so alone that I became too grounded by my emotions. I thought that I would never forget him and he would always remain as the only guy I love---but I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Love dies&lt;/b&gt; afterall. You just need to have a lot of time and some friendly reminders to help you overcome it. Here's what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Get rid of the things that reminds you of him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Throw away the gifts, your pictures together, his shirt that you hide, the roses he gave you--EVERYTHING. You can't move on if there's something that is in you that reminds you of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Get a hobby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Do some crafts or better yet read books so that you will not always think about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Introduce yourself to a lot of people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Go on dates with your friends. You'll never know, you might scoop up a new &lt;i&gt;boylet&lt;/i&gt; there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If your alone, it does'nt mean that you have to be lonely. You have to go get a life---moved on. Be happy because you deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have been into two relationships after that first love incident and both of them failed also. Now, I'm into a one year and 8 months relationship with this great guy. I love him so much and frankly I'm hoping that we would be together forever. I have no idea yet what would happen to us in the future but if anything would gone wrong this is one thing that I've learned from my experiences on love to &lt;b&gt;say only good things about your ex for once in your life they made you one of the happiest people here on earth&lt;/b&gt;. Sooner or later, a new love will come into your life after a breakup but always make sure that before you enter into another relationship make sure that you don't have &lt;b&gt;EX&lt;/b&gt;cess baggage in the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-2688373550230710573?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2688373550230710573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2688373550230710573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2688373550230710573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2688373550230710573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/07/remove-ex-cess-baggage.html' title='Remove the EX-cess Baggage'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-8196528512227039890</id><published>2007-07-07T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:28:23.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Be Transform</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The line at Ayala Center Cebu ticketing booth was long. Different Faces all recording one meaning--excitement beams at me from the crowd of people hungry to have a ticket of the latest movie this season--Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong but I think this is Transformer's second opening week in our country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; but it still is a huge hit base on the crowd of people lining up to get a ticket too see it and base also on the number of people talking about it. I confess, I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;used to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; be one of those who doesn't give a damn about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm not a &lt;b&gt;Transformer's&lt;/b&gt; fan---really.I have'nt watched the cartoon series way back my childhood days ergo I didn't know much about the characters -- the &lt;b&gt;Robots&lt;/b&gt;. That is why, I'm not that keen enough and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;super excited&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to watch it. If it had not been to my &lt;b&gt;boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;, I won't watch it and write this review--err sort of. If it had not been to him, we would not be lining up at the ticketing booth. I'm not blaming him for anything though. In fact, I'm thankful that because of him, I found out that &lt;b&gt;Transformers&lt;/b&gt; was not that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, Transformers, like what I said was not really my cup of tea, thus in order to be &lt;i&gt;"not-being-left-out"&lt;/i&gt; during discussions with my boyfriend, I've read reviews and synopsis of the movie on the web. It's better to have some piece of information on hand than to be a total &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;weirdo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt; na nakatulala lang at walang alam sa mga pinag-uusapan d ba?&lt;/i&gt;. Now going back to the reviews that I've read, Transformers has it share of the good ones as well as the negative ones posted by anybody on the net. Wanna know what I think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now here's the plot, Transformers is all about good robots called the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Autobots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; engaging in war with the bad robots called the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Decepticons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; over a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"special cube"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that can cause havoc on mankind if it would be in the hands of the bad ones. That cube was found here on Earth ergo humans became entangled in the so called &lt;b&gt;"robot wars"&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At first, you may see this movie as pure testosterone having fights left and right to make it more entertaining to watch. Trust me, I thought so too but after watching it, I found out that there are some &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;comedic scenes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; entwined in the whole movie. I so love the part when the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chevy Car&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (which became one of the robots by the way) hum out a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Baby Come Back"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; song whenever the lead guy's &lt;b&gt;apple-of-the-eye&lt;/b&gt; walk away. I also love it when the &lt;b&gt;SUPER HUGE&lt;/b&gt; Robots try to fit in the lead guy's small house to hide themselves! I have to give credit to the people behind this movie especially the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Special Effects Team&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for doing a job well done in making this movie such an entertaining thing to watch. The Transformer's shape changing from robots-to-vehicles and vice versa keep me in awe. It was perhaps one of the amazing things I've ever seen in the movie world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Apparently, the movie keeps me hanging. There are some scenes in there that seems like it's lost. Some characters were gone in seconds as the movie nears its end. I wonder where are the new robots that was created by the special cube gone? What about the&lt;i&gt;"defense girl"&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;i&gt;"Black Guy"&lt;/i&gt; who both discovered what the so called aliens were after for? What happened to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Over all, this movie &lt;b&gt;ROCKS!&lt;/b&gt; It's really worth everything--your dime, time and interest. You better check it out and be transform.&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/5495274283605751446-8196528512227039890?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8196528512227039890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=8196528512227039890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8196528512227039890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8196528512227039890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/07/line-at-ayala-center-cebu-ticketing.html' title='Be Transform'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2444496332417692859</id><published>2007-07-02T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:47:17.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Oh yes! They're Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/RoklDNDeY4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s11I6TtNucQ/s1600-h/SG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082634391438386050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/RoklDNDeY4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s11I6TtNucQ/s320/SG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After almost 10 years, the original all girl group announced a few days ago that they are performing a series of shows in January. Victoria &lt;i&gt;"Posh Spice"&lt;/i&gt; Beckham, Melanie &lt;i&gt;"Sporty Spice"&lt;/i&gt; Crisholm, Geri "Ginger Spice" Halliwell, Emma &lt;i&gt;Baby Spice"&lt;/i&gt; Bunton and Melanie "Scary Spice" Brown surely are getting back together huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm such a big fan of this group way back when I was still in Elementary. My cousins and I often sang their songs and act out their videos in our little play and I would always play the part of Posh Spice (she's my favorite spice girl). Like any other spice girls fan, I was heartbroken when the group break up in 1998 with Geri Halliwell's departure. This became one of the biggest news stories during that year. But the remaining girls still continue to record albums and appear in shows yet the group is still not the same as having Geri around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since then, rumours of a Spice Girl Reunion began circulating the music world and fans around the world patiently waited for this to happen but it never pushed through not until this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so excited to see the group that started it all perfom once again! I wanna hear their hit songs once again! It's like being 9 yrs old again playing "wannabee" with my playmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GIRL POWER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-2444496332417692859?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2444496332417692859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2444496332417692859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2444496332417692859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2444496332417692859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-yes-theyre-back.html' title='Oh yes! They&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/RoklDNDeY4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s11I6TtNucQ/s72-c/SG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-7292976258411215209</id><published>2007-07-01T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:18:04.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Female Circumcision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was browsing the sunday newspaper (&lt;i&gt;Sunstar&lt;/i&gt;) today when I came about this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;Cairo, Egypt - the death of a fifteen year old Egyptian Girl at the hands of a doctor performing &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Female Circumcision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; has sparked a public outcry and and prompted health and religious authorities to ban the practice ( Note: This is only the opening paragraph of the article)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Female Circumcision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - refers to the excision or tissue removal of any part of the female genitalia for cultural, religious or any non-medical reasons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, I thought that circumcision is for the boys only. I really have no idea that this would apply to girls like me because at the back of my mind I always say to myself "what's there to cut out for? we don't have protruding genitals in our reproductive system just like boys for doctors or any person to cut for whatever reson there would be". But this article really struck me hard that after reading this, the curious me browse the internet to research for any other articles regarding this topic. What did i found out? a lot. I found out that female circumcision is a widespread practice as part of their culture in Muslim African Regions with Somalia, Egypt, Sudan, Ethiopia and Mali having the most number of people who practiced his kind of &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;"ritual"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. For them, aside from cultural reasons, the other reason for this practice is to tame the woman's sexual desire so as to retain her honor. If this is the case, do they have to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is totally outrageous! It's not a humane act no matter what their reason is. I'm not against any other religion, country or race for that matter, its just that I'm not into this kind of thing. I'm a woman and it freaks me out to hear stories of this kind and for pete's sake its 2007 already! Woman of today deserve some utmost repect!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just hope that health officials, the government, and with a little help from the UN would put a stop to female circumcision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-7292976258411215209?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7292976258411215209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=7292976258411215209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7292976258411215209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7292976258411215209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/07/female-circumcision.html' title='Female Circumcision'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-1026941524952435663</id><published>2007-06-24T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:49:03.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/84/93/15213948/197310307l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/84/93/15213948/197310307l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;i&gt;We used to be this sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm in this situation right now, we've been together for one year and eight months already and for me this number is hard to beat. The last long term relationship that I have is one year and I know, that for him, I was the only long term girlfriend he have had. On the first few months of our relationship, it was the &lt;i&gt;goody-goody&lt;/i&gt; way. We were happy, we always see each other, we always texting each other, I was always first on her list of priorities. We even had plans for our future. But as we go along, problems started coming in. Petty fights that lead to &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; fights were an everyday cooking for us. Respect started to fade away as well as our trusts with each other, in short, gone are the days of us being a &lt;b&gt;HAPPY COUPLE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't tell anyone about this especially my friends that things were hard between us lately. They keep on guessing everytime that we had a fight or &lt;i&gt;whatever&lt;/i&gt; but I just told them that we are still very much on and very much a happy couple but I know deep inside I am not sure if we are &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TRULY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; a happy one. I don't want them to think that I've made a mistake &lt;i&gt;once again&lt;/i&gt; in love. I don't want them to have a good laugh about me on not following their advice. I don't want them to say to me &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;"See? I told you so"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I just don't want to face the thought that maybe I've made a mistake on choosing him over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sick and tired&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; understanding our relationship. One minute were okay and things were good between us and the next minute were on to our fights again. Just like what happened today, yesterday we had a fight and then we patch things up for us to be okay but then a while ago he's into his old ways again and it just infuriates me. There are so many times already that we've cooled off but then again &lt;i&gt;binabalikan ko siya&lt;/i&gt;. There were so many times that I had thought to myself that I am so tired of his childish ways and I want to break free from him but just the mere thought of &lt;b&gt;him not mine&lt;/b&gt; in the future scares the hell out of me. You can call me a martyr but God knows how afraid I am of losing him. I wanted to ask for a cool-off just so that I can have time to think things and just have time for myself but he doesn't believe in those things. For him if &lt;i&gt;"break na, eh di break na talaga"&lt;/i&gt; but I don't want it that way because &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I do love him so much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What should I do? I'm tired of the same old fights...I'm tired of his childish ways...I'm tired of hearing all his &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;"sorry's"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...I'm tired of being the one who always forgives him...I'm tired of being always left out..Im just tired of this whole situation--not with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want us to be together always. I want him to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE ONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for me. I want him to be my future---the father of my children but I'm not sure if he feels the same way. I only want simple things from him but why can't he do it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As much as I wanted to free myself from all the pains that this relationship brought me, I can't do it..I just love him so much and I'm still looking forward to the fact that someday he would change for me. I hope he would realized that I am just any other human being. I loved but most of all &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Want to be Loved in return&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I just want him to appreciate me. I know this would be difficult to do but I would still try to work things out between us even if I die trying. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love him so much&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that I can't imagine a life without him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-1026941524952435663?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1026941524952435663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=1026941524952435663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1026941524952435663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1026941524952435663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2526777207183696196</id><published>2007-06-23T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:48:52.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><title type='text'>First Week High!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The title speaks for itself, this post is about my experiences in my first week of class this semester A.Y 2007-2008. I am now in my senior year in College (&lt;i&gt;Lapit na d ba?&lt;/i&gt;) and trust me I am really looking forward to leave college life for good and enter the realm of the real world &lt;i&gt;nacks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I have only &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;3 subjects&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is eqivalent to 9 units this semester and these three subjects are held at night! &lt;b&gt;MAN!&lt;/b&gt; I am so happy! why? because this means that I can catch a good amount of sleep, would not wake up early, less pressure and I can concentrate on my studies as well as having some of my social life which I don't have last semester! &lt;i&gt;Ahh! what a joy to be a &lt;b&gt;Senior!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With my schedule being so uhm..loose? I'm planning to join some college orgs for me to be able to have some &lt;b&gt;extra curricular activities&lt;/b&gt; to keep me busy for a while---but as of now I don't have any idea what orgs to join. As a matter of fact, joining orgs is not really my cup of tea. They don't really interests me. But my friends keep on &lt;b&gt;bugging&lt;/b&gt; me to join some. Oh well! so be it..I'm still looking for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Best"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; org that matches my personality---that is if there's any!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now going back to business, hmmm let's see...first week of class? it was ok. I've met all of my professors already and as of now, I really like them a lot well except for one! (&lt;i&gt; I won't say her name for the fear of knowing that she might fail me if she would be able to read this&lt;/i&gt;). Anyways, most of my prof just asks about the usual expectations for the subject and for them as well. Know what? I'm getting tired of that stuff already. From my freshman year up until now, this is what we do every first day of class! It's redundant already &lt;i&gt;Sniff!&lt;/i&gt;. And oh by the way, I was wearing my school uniform already and my oh my I realized that I'm putting up weight---my school uniform doesn't fit me anymore with all my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"bil-bils" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;fighting to come out on my pants!. I'm thinking to buy another set of school uniform sometime next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it! that summarizes all that had happen to me on the first week of class--boring &lt;i&gt;eh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-2526777207183696196?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2526777207183696196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2526777207183696196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2526777207183696196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2526777207183696196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-week-high.html' title='First Week High!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-4384594205536901696</id><published>2007-06-22T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:48:05.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bby Angel, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for hurting me&lt;br /&gt;but most of all..&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for falling in love with you all over again&lt;br /&gt;everytime I see you &lt;b&gt;SMILE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind wants to give up because she's tired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my heart aches for you because she misses you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you listen to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you appreciate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't let the 1.8 be blowned by the wind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I NEED YOU BBY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm just any other human being &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WAS HURT &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-4384594205536901696?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4384594205536901696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=4384594205536901696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4384594205536901696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4384594205536901696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/06/open-letter.html' title='An Open Letter'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-8508939438055050101</id><published>2007-06-19T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:47:34.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Wendy and PBB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was watching PBB a while ago, &lt;i&gt;Grabeh! ganda nang episodes for the last two days!&lt;/i&gt;. I know some of you may know what I'm talking about ;)- Wendy, GeeAnn and Bea thingy? Yah right, that's what makes this show entertaining to watch! those &lt;i&gt;bitches&lt;/i&gt; with all their backstabbing and the dramas they themselves had created. &lt;i&gt;Hinde boring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy really annoys me a lot! She is such a pretty girl but what's with that attitude?! Can't she accept the fact that someone voted her out? GeeAnn was right, Wendy is so manipulative and I'm sick and tired of her attitude towards her other housemates specially with the girls. &lt;i&gt;Tatlo na lang nga silang babaeng natitira sa bahay aawayin pa nya lahat?&lt;/i&gt;. I really don't understand her. Sure, she's gone through a lot of trials in her life and she's emotional too but can't she control her emotions? her anger?. She's acting as if she's the &lt;b&gt;QUEEN&lt;/b&gt; inside the house where in fact, she is &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;. Sorry to say this but I really really &lt;b&gt;DON'T LIKE HER&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bakit pa kasi ibinalik pa xa sa loob eh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-8508939438055050101?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8508939438055050101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=8508939438055050101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8508939438055050101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/8508939438055050101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/06/wendy-and-pbb.html' title='Wendy and PBB'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-5221007325722406664</id><published>2007-06-17T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:47:53.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wohoo! It's Father's Day today as well as me and my &lt;b&gt;BBY&lt;/b&gt;'s one year and eight months' &lt;i&gt;monthsary&lt;/i&gt;. I Love you so much bby! I'm glad we made it this far even though we always have our own differences and we quarelled most of the times. It just shows that we &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; each other so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, since it's Father's Day today, I would like to greet all the fathers in the world today a Happy Father's Day! To my &lt;i&gt;Tatay,&lt;/i&gt;, thanks for all that you have done, your sacrifices, and for taking care of Me, &lt;i&gt;Nanay&lt;/i&gt; and Glaiza. Our family may have gone through hard times - very hard indeed but without you there for us, we couldn't have surpassed it all. I may not say or show it too often but &lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH&lt;/b&gt;. Eventhough we have our own differences, I still am thankful that you're my father and I am still your babygirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking of Father's Day Celebration as well as our monthsary, my bby and I agreed to meet at SM City (Cebu). He wants me to accompany him shopping for school stuffs. This may seem ordinary but guess what who was with him? his family nonetheless!. He was with his Father and his Sister having some sort of Family bonding and I was the only &lt;i&gt;"outsider"&lt;/i&gt; there. You can guess what I felt! HAHA. I was so nervous all the time! I can't even look at his father...whenever he would glance at me I would only smile back at him he even sat in front of me during dinner at KFC and I didn't echange some words to him! I was so DAMN SHY! =).It's funny in a way, because that was not the first time that we meet an we even texted each other sometimes but still my nerves would rumble everytime we meet. I wish I can overcome my shyness someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, Tomorrow will be the official start of classes in my School (University of San Carlos). I'm so damn excited about it because I am now in fourth year in College! Weepee! &lt;i&gt;Malapit na talaga akong maka graduate!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/5495274283605751446-5221007325722406664?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5221007325722406664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=5221007325722406664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5221007325722406664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/5221007325722406664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-3241287120761161459</id><published>2007-06-12T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:27:59.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ang araw na ito ang ika isang daan at siyam na anibersaryo ng ating kalayaan. At dahil espesyal ang araw na ito para sa ating mga pilipino, pipilitin kong magsulat sa sarili nating wika kahit pa ako ay isang Bisaya at mas bihasa pa sa pag gamit ng wikang Ingles kaysa sa wikang Filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gaya nga nang sabi ko, anibersaryo ng ating kalayaan ngayon. Kung ating matatandaan, simula pa noong bata tayo ay tinuro na sa atin nang ating mga magulang at mga guro sa elementarya kung ano ang Araw ng Kalayaan, Bakit ito importante para sa ating mga pinoy at kung bakit natin ito ipinagdiriwang taon-taon. Para sa mga taong hindi alam ang sagot sa mga katanungan ito, pasensya na kayo at hindi ko maipapaliwanag o masasagot kayo dahil ako ay isang estudyante lamang at hindi guro ng Kasaysayan. Kung baga, kung ano ang alam ko ay itatago ko nalang sa aking puso. *taray! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dahil nga araw ng kalayaan ngayon, marami sa ating mga ahensyang gobyerno ang ipinagdiwang ang araw na ito dahilan para ako ay mairita bakit? kasi naman grabeh ang traffic kanina dito Cebu. May mga parada kasi sa daan at meron ring nagwewelga. Talagang inis na inis na talaga ako. Tumatagaktak na ang aking mga pawis sa loob nang jip at nangangamoy usok na ako, sira narin pati porma ko. Grabeh talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pero pansin ko lang, hindi ko yata naramdaman ang halaga nang araw na ito sa ating mga kababayan. Wala akong nakikitang nakasabit na watawat sa mga kabahayan o sa mga opisina. May parada nga pero pgkatapos nun? alam ba nang lahat kung bakit may parada? o gusto lang nilang makakita ng mga tumutugtog na banda sa daan? Sa jeep nga tinanong ako ng katabi kong ale kung bakit may nagpaparada at nang sinagot ko siya na "araw po ng kalayaan ngayon" ang naging tugon lang niya ay "ah ok, mahalaga pa ba yan? puwermisyo lang ang dulot nyan". Napapaisip tuloy ako na maaring tama nga si &lt;i&gt;Ale&lt;/i&gt;. Isa lang siguro siya sa mga libo-libong pilipino na hindi binibigyang importansya ang araw na ito. Hindi naman natin sila masisisi dahil sa mga pinagdadaanang gulo ng ating bayan ngayon. Malaya nga tayo sa mga mananakop na mga dayuhan pero naging malaya ba tayo sa isang dictador? Kung ang mga ninuno natin ay ipinaglaban hanggang sa kamatayan ang kalayaang inaasam-asam nila laban sa mga mapang aliping dayuhan, bakit karamihan sa ating mga kababayan ay pumupunta sa mga dayuhang bansa para mag trabaho doon. Bakit nagpapaalipin pa rin tayo sa mga dayuhan kung talagang malaya na nga tayo? Bakit gusto natin ang mga gamit na nila kung ang mga ninuno natin itinakwil sila sa ating bayan isang daan at siyam na taon na ang nakaraan? Talaga nga bang malaya na tayo? Dapat pa bang ipagdiwang natin ang ating &lt;i&gt;Kalayaan&lt;/i&gt; taon-taon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Napakahirap talagang maging isang &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tunay na pinoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; pero alam nyo? bilib ako sa lahi natin bakit? napagdaanan na kasi natin lahat ng problema sa mundo pero ito pa rin tayo..tinatawanan lang natin ang mga problemang ito. Saan ka makakita ng ganyan sa buong mundo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Akalo ko maikli lang ang maisusulat ko ngayon kasi hirap akong magtagalog pero heto..naka-ilang salita na ako, parang pang talumpati diba?HEHE. Pasensiya na lang po sa mga marunong mag tagalog na bumabasa sa sulat kong ito. Mali-mali po ang tagalog ko..pwede nyo po itong pintasan pero nais ko lang malaman nyo na ngpakahirap po ako para dito..HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MABUHAY ANG PILIPINAS!&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/5495274283605751446-3241287120761161459?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3241287120761161459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=3241287120761161459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3241287120761161459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3241287120761161459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/06/mabuhay-ang-pilipinas.html' title='Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-7468171085069975742</id><published>2007-06-11T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:28:38.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><title type='text'>Summer Sentiments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hahaist Gayla..summer is definitely over..huhu"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...that is my friend's sentiments when we had a talk on the phone last night. She continued by bursting out about the fun things that she would miss once classes would formally start. My eyes just roll listening to her sentiments. Yah ryt, summer is really over but I'm not sad about it and I'm not gonna go into drama because of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come on! My summer experience this year starts with waking up early to go to school and going home early to rest for weekdays and on weekends I'm a homebody. I don't wanna go out because I'm tired or I don't feel like it or a couple of reasons along the way. I have a couple of invitations from my friends for us to spend a weekend or so at a particular place or to go to the beach but i refused all of them. I don't know why I refused it. My life was pretty boring right? We went to Bohol last April but I'm with my cousins and aunts and trust me it was not that really my idea of fun but in a way I enjoyed my stay there. That was it! for two months I only have one &lt;i&gt;out-of-town&lt;/i&gt; event the rest was pretty lame and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thus, I'm not sad that summer is over because I didn't have a lot of &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt;. I was in fact, glad that it would end because that would mean it's back to school time! yipee!&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/5495274283605751446-7468171085069975742?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7468171085069975742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=7468171085069975742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7468171085069975742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7468171085069975742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-sentiments.html' title='Summer Sentiments'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-4787322845658120559</id><published>2007-06-02T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:43:07.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For two days, i'm all alone in the apartment that we rented. &lt;b&gt;DAMN&lt;/b&gt; I never thought this could be so hard. There was no groceries sans food to cook thus hinder me to buy food outside...barbecue, which is by the way a very carcinogeric food. What can I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being alone, makes me think about certain things in my life. It makes me miss some company specially my family. &lt;b&gt;DAMN&lt;/b&gt; i've been away from them for quite some time already but it's only now that I realized that I do miss them. I miss my &lt;i&gt;Nanay's simple way of looking at life&lt;/i&gt;, my &lt;i&gt;Tatay's&lt;/i&gt; strict persona, my &lt;i&gt;sister's&lt;/i&gt; laughters and jokes. We've been through tough times but we sticked together come hell or high water. We're a family you know and no matter how hard the problem is, at the end it's only your family that you can run to for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I may not say it too often to them but I want my family to know that &lt;b&gt;I LOVE THEM&lt;/b&gt; so much.&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/5495274283605751446-4787322845658120559?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4787322845658120559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=4787322845658120559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4787322845658120559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4787322845658120559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-7261034618063868895</id><published>2007-05-29T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:37:49.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Miss Universe 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mexico - Riyo Mori from Japan was crowned Miss Universe 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was not able to watch the live show at ABS-CBN because of some work to do but I when I got home at around 8pm I hurriedly turn on the TV and watch the telecast on Studio 23. There were a lot of gorgeous and lovely ladies this year that you can't really tell who will win. Here's my thoughts on the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;STAGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looks like Victoria's Secret Runway Show last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOSTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vanessa Minnillo and Mario Lopez did a good job! kudos to them! Vanessa was perfect for the role for she was a former Miss Teen USA and she knows what is really feels like to be up on that stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;JUDGES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a number of them were from latin america and Asia that is why most of the finalists are from these regions. But their job is really a tough one, imagine 80+ beautful girls from all the parts of the world parading in front of you but as a judge you will only have to choose one? Man! that is really a tough one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOP 15:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what are they (&lt;i&gt;Denmark and Ukraine&lt;/i&gt;) doing there? There are more other girls that deserve their spot in the top 15. Maybe they are The Donald Trump likes them. For those who don't know, Mr. Trump is the owner of the Miss Universe Organization and he has the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"privilege"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to choose candidates that he liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOP 10:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Way to go Miss Tanzania! uhm..&lt;em&gt;Slovenia&lt;/em&gt; should have taken the place of &lt;i&gt;Miss Nicaragua.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOP 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so glad that two of my bets for the crown are in! &lt;i&gt;Venezuela&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;korea&lt;/i&gt; and Oh My God! two Asians (Japan and Korea) in he top 5? my oh my..that's a feat you kow because MU is well known to favor Latinas over other race. Thus for two Asians to make it on the top 5 is truly a &lt;i&gt;WHOOSH!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE NEW MISS UNIVERSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Japan&lt;/em&gt; was a "so-so". She was not in my list to fight for the crown. Compared to the other finalists she's not that strikingly beautiful l(Korea has the prettiest face on the competition!)like the rest of the top 5 but then again they were robbed from the crown last year with that &lt;i&gt;"Plastic Doll"&lt;/i&gt; so maybe the MUO gave the crown to Riyo instead of that Latina Bombshell from &lt;i&gt;BRAZIL&lt;/i&gt;. Well, at least she's from Asia but I really wish &lt;i&gt;KOREA&lt;/i&gt; should have won...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SPECIAL AWARDS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;ISS &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;HILIPPINES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; won for three consecutive years that &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;iss &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;hotogenic award. Im sorry to say this but there are more beautiful candidates in the competition that truly deserves that award. I'm not bashing our representative but come to think of it, the basis for that award is thru internet voting and dios ko naman! Ang daming mga badush at mga pageant crazy filipinos sa buong mundo at yun nga ang nangyari! todo suporta na naman tayo. Yeah, it's not that bad but maawa naman kayo sa mga kandidata natin. Taon-taon nalang tayo nanalo ng award na yan at taon-taon na rin tayong pinagtatawanan ng buong mundo. I really hope that MUO will let the photographers choose the miss photogenic candidate to show fairness to other girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WISH THEY WERE THERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Misses &lt;i&gt;RUSSIA, GREECE, SOUTH AFRICA and SPAIN&lt;/i&gt;. Sayang naman kasi ang gaganda talaga nila. I failed to watch the preliminaries that is why I really don't know what went wrong for these girls. They were a heavy favorite in Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss Universe had concluded....and a new queen have been crown...4 major grandslam pageants to go....watch out for Miss World..we have a pretty representative..MAGGIE WILSON.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-7261034618063868895?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7261034618063868895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=7261034618063868895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7261034618063868895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7261034618063868895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/05/miss-universe-2007.html' title='Miss Universe 2007'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-2855009193066284615</id><published>2007-05-28T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:42:24.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>Parental Wisdom-Pinoy Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found this one on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinoystyle.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pinoystyle.Net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and after reading it I can't wait to post it here for you to read!=D. It's somehow true but really funny in a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Si Inay, tinuruan niya ako HOW TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kung kayong dalawa ay magpapatayan, doon kayo sa labas! Mga leche kayo, kalilinis ko lang ng bahay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Natuto ako ng RELIGION kay Itay:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kapag yang mantsa di natanggal sa carpet, magdasal ka na!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.Kay Inay ako natuto ng LOGIC:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kaya ganyan, dahil sinabi ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. At kay Inay pa rin ako natuto ng MORE LOGIC:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pag ikaw nalaglag diyan sa bubong, ako lang mag-isa ang manonood ng sine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Si Inay din ang nagturo sa akin kung ano ang ibig sabihin ng IRONY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sige ngumalngal ka pa at bibigyan talaga kita ng iiyakan mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Si Inay ang nagpaliwanag sa akin kung ano ang CONTORTIONISM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tingnan mo nga yang dumi sa likod ng leeg mo, tingnan mo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Si Itay ang nagpaliwanag sa akin kung ano ang ibig sabihin ng STAMINA: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wag kang tatayo diyan hangga't di mo nauubos lahat ng pagkain mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. At si Inay ang nagturo sa amin kung ano ang WEATHER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lintek talaga kayo, ano ba itong kuwarto nyong magkapatid, parang dinaanan ng bagyo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Ganito ang paliwanag sa akin ni Inay tungkol sa CIRCLE OF LIFE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malandi kang bata ka, iniluwal kita sa mundong ito, maari rin kitang alisin sa mundong ito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Kay Itay ako natuto kung ano ang BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tumigil ka nga diyan! Huwag kang umarte na parang Nanay mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Si Inay naman ang nagturo kung anong ibig sabihin ng GENETICS: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nagmana ka nga talaga sa ama mong walanghiya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Si Inay naman ang nagpaliwanag sa amin kung anong ibig sabihin ng ENVY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maraming mga batang ulila sa magulang. Di ba kayo nagpapasalamat at mayroon kayong magulang na tulad namin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Si Itay naman ang nagturo sa akin ng ANTICIPATION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sige kang bata ka, hintayin mong makarating tayo sa bahay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. At si Itay pa rin ang nagturo kay Kuya kung anong ibig sabihin ng RECEIVING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uupakan kita pagdating natin sa bahay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Si Inay naman ang nagturo sa akin kung ano ang HUMOR:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kapag naputol yang mga paa mo ng pinaglalaruan mong lawnmower, wag na wag kang tatakbo sa akin at lulumpuhin kita!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. At ang pinakamahalaga sa lahat, natutunan ko kina Inay at Itay kung ano ang JUSTICE:&lt;/b&gt; "Balang araw magkakaroon ka rin ng anak...tiyak magiging katulad mo at magiging sakit din sa ulo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-2855009193066284615?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2855009193066284615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=2855009193066284615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2855009193066284615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/2855009193066284615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/05/parental-wisdom-pinoy-style.html' title='Parental Wisdom-Pinoy Style!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-3187495470839502686</id><published>2007-05-26T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:32:14.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>At Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh my God! I've been on &lt;i&gt;semi hiatus&lt;/i&gt; for a couple of weeks! I'm so damn busy the previous weeks - so preoccupied with school stuff cause I'm taking up summer classes.I miss blogging..I miss blog hopping..I miss everything the world wide web has to offer. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But now that my summer class is over and enrollment for the next semester is yet to come, I can go back to blogging and put updates here in my journal as much as possible. &lt;b&gt;DAMN!&lt;/b&gt; I never realize that keeping a blog site could be so hard. I should not have get my self a blog! kidding! =). Yes, having a blog site could be so hard to maintain but it's worth it because it's what I love to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh my!, it's runing 1:00 AM on my clock!. Time for me to have a beauty rest. &lt;i&gt;tata!&lt;/i&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/5495274283605751446-3187495470839502686?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3187495470839502686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=3187495470839502686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3187495470839502686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3187495470839502686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-last.html' title='At Last!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-3689479530480949184</id><published>2007-05-10T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:41:36.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>First Time to Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Four days to go and the Filipino people will face their &lt;i&gt;"biggest"&lt;/i&gt; challenge as a nation. Four days to go and I will be able to exercise my right to vote. Being a &lt;i&gt;first time voter&lt;/i&gt; I really have no idea what to expect this coming May 14 and what to do when I'm in the poll precint. Mix emotions run through my system. I admit that I'm scared - of what is going to happen on election day. I'm confused of who will I vote. Thus, when GMA - 7 has this &lt;i&gt;"Isang tanong, Isang sagot"&lt;/i&gt; program last sunday wherein all the senatoriables would have to answer questions thrown at them by selected media men and fellow aspirants, I was very keen to watch the show even if it was aired late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did the show helped me?&lt;/b&gt; It sure really is!. It really help me to decide whom to choose among the senatoriables this coming election day.Here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pangilinan - I admire him for running as an independent candidate. He's not taking sides unlike other hopefuls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escudero - an avid champion for youth development. He was very articulate on the interviews giving well profound answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As of now, these two are my only bets for senators because of their platforms that really involves youth development. And oh..by the way.. I'd like to plugged &lt;b&gt;Pichay&lt;/b&gt; =). I found his tagline amusing :&lt;i&gt;Pichay, itanim sa Senado&lt;/i&gt;..hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/5495274283605751446-3689479530480949184?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3689479530480949184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=3689479530480949184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3689479530480949184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3689479530480949184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-time-to-vote.html' title='First Time to Vote'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-3399121835935839351</id><published>2007-05-06T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:34:23.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I Did today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's with the subject? oh..no good reason why.. I just don't have any idea what to wrote today. My mind is pretty clammed up! Anyways, since i don't have any specific subject to enter, I just would like to have a rundown of what I did today and yah..share it with you!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt; I wake up at 12:00 NN because I'm hungry!=p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt; Watch &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;de la Hoya &amp;amp; Mayweather&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; fight. Mayweather won but the fight was really boring. I was expecting a lot of action with matching "knock downs" along the way but sad to say all they do was engaged in exchanging blows! wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;Got a new &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;hair do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!. It's a bob that kinda look like &lt;b&gt;Victoria Beckham's&lt;/b&gt; hair =D. The reality is, I don't look like her LOL!. I would upload pics about my new look soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;My &lt;b&gt;boyfriend&lt;/b&gt; got back from his &lt;i&gt;"barkada outing"&lt;/i&gt;. He called me but then we ended up fighting over the phone. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;Eating &lt;i&gt;pan de sal&lt;/i&gt; while watching &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charlie's Angels&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on t.v (it's my 20th) and at the same time typing these new entry on my bloggie! *smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495274283605751446-3399121835935839351?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3399121835935839351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=3399121835935839351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3399121835935839351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3399121835935839351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-that-i-did-today.html' title='Things that I Did today'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-4898697314470584462</id><published>2007-05-06T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:35:16.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V Shows'/><title type='text'>PBB Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a couple of hours had passed since Wendy Valdez was eliminated in &lt;i&gt;Pinoy Big Brother Season 2&lt;/i&gt;. I first saw Wendy during her &lt;i&gt;BB. Pilipinas&lt;/i&gt; stint where she emerge as first runner up. Next thing I know, she's one of the housemates that would enter &lt;i&gt;big brother's house&lt;/i&gt; for the second season of the show. At first, I like her because of her well..uhm..beauty, her strong personality and her own life story. When she was first nominated for eviction, I keep on hoping that people would vote for her. She was really one of my favorites to enter the top 4 along with Bea, Nel, and Mickey. But as time passes and after watching a couple of live episodes in &lt;i&gt;Studio 23&lt;/i&gt;, My adoration for Wendy changed. Pardon me for saying this, but Wendy is such a &lt;i&gt;"backbiter"&lt;/i&gt;!. She keeps on making issues on her other housemates. Hitting them while they are not around. I don't know why she's doing this stuff to her other housemates.Is it because it's her attitude to be frank at all times? Nonetheless, I really don't like this attitude of her that is why when she was eliminated I was not sad. She may be pretty but what can a physical beauty do if what is inside her rot?&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/5495274283605751446-4898697314470584462?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4898697314470584462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=4898697314470584462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4898697314470584462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4898697314470584462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/05/pbb-update.html' title='PBB Update'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-29385126072786741</id><published>2007-05-03T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:36:31.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V Shows'/><title type='text'>ANTM Cycle 8 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm an avid watcher of America's Next Top Model eversince it debuted its first cycle with it's first ever winner Adrienne Curry. Since then, I make it a point to watch every episodes of each cycle on youtube.Now, this &lt;i&gt;Tyra Bank's&lt;/i&gt; creation is on it's eight cycle and from the start of the competition my bet was &lt;b&gt;Brittany&lt;/b&gt;. She is perhaps the most photogenic contestant of the show ever since &lt;b&gt;Yoanna House&lt;/b&gt; conquered cycle 2. I see a great potential in her especially when she does &lt;i&gt;close-ups&lt;/i&gt; she is really gorgeous, a true &lt;b&gt;high fashion model&lt;/b&gt; seen on the pages of Vogue. Unfortunately, she was eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was so sad about the judges decision. I really don't want her to go home yet. I was hoping that she will enter the top three. Life is just so unfair. I feel like I don't wanna watch ANTM again..huhu.. Anyways, my second bet was still fighting a good fight. &lt;b&gt;Natasha&lt;/b&gt;, get 'em girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To Brittany, I was sad to see you go. But the end is just the beginning. I hope that I will see you again..on the pages of Vogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for more info about the ANTM check this site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cwtv.com/tehcw/americas-next-top-model=biohub"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://cwtv.com/tehcw/americas-next-top-model=biohub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&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/5495274283605751446-29385126072786741?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/29385126072786741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=29385126072786741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/29385126072786741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/29385126072786741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/05/antm-cycle-8-update.html' title='ANTM Cycle 8 Update'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-3581948975633200166</id><published>2007-05-03T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:36:11.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>pahabol lang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm currently reading Bob Ong's &lt;i&gt;Abnkkbsnpla ko? (aba nakakabasa na pa la ako?)&lt;/i&gt;. This is one hilarious book! ahaha!=D I can really relate to it... i'm not yet finished though but promise i'll make a post about it here when I'm done. I got to sleep &lt;i&gt;nah&lt;/i&gt; because i have an exam tomorrow and I didn't study..huhu.. Wish me luck!&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/5495274283605751446-3581948975633200166?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3581948975633200166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=3581948975633200166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3581948975633200166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/3581948975633200166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/05/pahabol-lang.html' title='pahabol lang!'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-1767451700737832525</id><published>2007-05-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:37:23.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><title type='text'>Am I Paranoid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wasn't able to blog last night because my boyfriend and I had this fight that ended up in tears and confessions of what we really felt towards each other and each one's lapses in our relationship. I was telling him of what I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; from him, not the material things though and likewise he also told me what he want from me. All these ideas about what we want from each other like more love, respect, time came up but what really caught my attention was this requests of him for me to stop being so &lt;b&gt;PARANOID&lt;/b&gt;. I was taken aback because first and foremost I don't know what paranoid means! (pardon my not so good vocabulary skills). So I search it in the dictionary and here's what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paranoid:&lt;/b&gt;distrustful, obsessively anxious about something, unreasonably suspicious about other people and their thoughts and motives(encarta)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I don't believe that I'm like that - paranoid. I describe myself as a very calm person. I'm not anxious nor I am distrustful. But what can I do? It's what my boyfriend thinks of me. Maybe he's right in the sense that he's the person who really knows the real me. Just like what these question that I read somewhere goes &lt;i&gt;"What better way to know ourselves? thru other people that we had encountered."&lt;/i&gt;So i guess, i am &lt;b&gt;PARANOID.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S We didn't broke up because of that. We had patched things up. We've been together for 1 year and six months already and we love each other that much for us to break up over minor problems&lt;/span&gt;. =D&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/5495274283605751446-1767451700737832525?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1767451700737832525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=1767451700737832525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1767451700737832525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/1767451700737832525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/05/am-i-paranoid.html' title='Am I Paranoid?'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-7829881458060369113</id><published>2007-05-01T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:37:48.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Up and Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's past midnight already but I am still widely awake.I really have difficulty in sleeping nowadays that my eyes are so puff-up and has this dark circles around it. My friends often reminded me about this &lt;i&gt;difficulty&lt;/i&gt; of mine as a problem that I need to take seriously. They say that I have an imsomnia but I do opose them. What I'm experiencing right now is just a matter of my incapability to discipline myself *teehee. What my problem is? Simple, I'm just not a fan of &lt;i&gt;going to bed early&lt;/i&gt;. I like to stay awake at night doing things that I like to do like surfing the net, watching DVD's and stuffs like that. By the way, today is the national opening day of Spiderman 3. I'm gonna catch it later today!=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Much love..&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/5495274283605751446-7829881458060369113?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7829881458060369113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=7829881458060369113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7829881458060369113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/7829881458060369113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/05/up-and-awake.html' title='Up and Awake'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495274283605751446.post-4570034369373108597</id><published>2007-04-29T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:39:05.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>First thing first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After so many months of looking at other people's weblog and yearning to have one, finally I have my own blog! weepee!=D. I'm so ecstatic and so over excited about this because it would mean &lt;i&gt;bye2&lt;/i&gt; to papers and notebooks for my &lt;i&gt;doodles&lt;/i&gt;. From now on, I would just simply log my daily ramblings here in my on-line journal for the whole world to read!*hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/5495274283605751446-4570034369373108597?l=iamgayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4570034369373108597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495274283605751446&amp;postID=4570034369373108597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4570034369373108597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495274283605751446/posts/default/4570034369373108597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgayla.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-so-many-months-of-looking-at.html' title='First thing first'/><author><name>gyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587291651847691802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1VHynNaRr8/S9O3DExhggI/AAAAAAAAADk/WrJyXg1xZH4/S220/moi+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
