<?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-3202004</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:34:13.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(she said)^5, he said</title><subtitle type='html'>Today's topic: What makes you weird?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-109102392831457398</id><published>2004-07-28T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T07:12:08.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bet no one's going to see this post until november 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-109102392831457398?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/109102392831457398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/109102392831457398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102392831457398' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-106693149607467778</id><published>2003-10-23T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T10:51:36.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a while for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-106693149607467778?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/106693149607467778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/106693149607467778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693149607467778' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-95054248</id><published>2003-05-29T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T15:47:57.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah no kidding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-95054248?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/95054248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/95054248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95054248' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-92590500</id><published>2003-04-14T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T09:27:51.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, we havent written in here for a while! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-92590500?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/92590500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/92590500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92590500' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-81066651</id><published>2002-09-02T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T18:17:59.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh oh... are we slagging a little here? ok... what's our topic? hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-81066651?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/81066651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/81066651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81066651' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-80802377</id><published>2002-08-27T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T18:30:40.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here! Or should I say "present". hehehehe. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I'm a week late. But where are the others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-80802377?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/80802377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/80802377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80802377' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-80446310</id><published>2002-08-19T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T14:44:58.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;role call&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you guys still look here? post to check in. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-80446310?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/80446310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/80446310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80446310' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-78517946</id><published>2002-07-03T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T11:43:28.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm.... what's going on? did i miss something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-78517946?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/78517946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/78517946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78517946' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-78258796</id><published>2002-06-26T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T23:22:08.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheesh, talk about the Diesel wavelength.  I was thinking of posting a random hello on this forum, and my gooseneck gracious, Bern beat me to the punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, hello new jersey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-78258796?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/78258796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/78258796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78258796' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-78227751</id><published>2002-06-26T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T09:23:59.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-78227751?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/78227751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/78227751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78227751' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-78001775</id><published>2002-06-20T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T17:05:47.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-78001775?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/78001775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/78001775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78001775' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-77892747</id><published>2002-06-18T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T08:55:31.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-77892747?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/77892747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/77892747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77892747' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-77862115</id><published>2002-06-17T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T14:51:07.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-77862115?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/77862115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/77862115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77862115' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-77862039</id><published>2002-06-17T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T14:51:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-77862039?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/77862039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/77862039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77862039' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-75634783</id><published>2002-04-20T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-20T17:57:50.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And another week and a half later…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so this a bit late…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest memory I have is when I was about 2 or 3 years old. I was sitting in the living room on my little sleeping bag watching Sesame Street, and I got hungry. So I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of milk. Good thing it was within my reach. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another early memory I have is when I was four and a half. My brother was born and him and my mom came home from the hospital. I remember my aunt and uncle being there and all the attention was focused on my brother. Which was understandable, looking back now, but as a kid I didn't understand why. Like most kids, if not all, I went through the "jealous-of-my-younger-sibling-because-he's-getting-all-the-attention-and-I-feel-left-out" thing. I even climbed into the crib, thinking that there was no way that my brother would take &lt;i&gt;MY&lt;/i&gt; crib. I mean, why couldn't he get his own? I guess it was my way of claiming my territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a memory I would like to remember for eternity in my after life, that's a difficult one to pinpoint. From spending time with family, to adventures (or misadventures) with Irma and Joi, to travelling, to accomplishments, to even falling in love, it's hard to narrow it down to just one. Perhaps I haven't had the ONE memory I'd like to remember for eternity. But I sure am having a great time creating memories so far. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-75634783?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/75634783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/75634783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75634783' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-75251521</id><published>2002-04-10T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T10:28:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;... and two weeks later...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is a very good question, leah... and im still thinking about it, even after you posted it two weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;earliest memory:&lt;/b&gt; i must have been about 3 years old, when we lived at my old house in south san francisco (this was the house we lived in before we moved to our current residence in daly city -- been living there for over 24 years now... ) i remember, looking out of our living room window watching the train pass by. i guess this may have been the highlight of my day, because the baby sitter was there, and i remember my brother watching the train pass too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh life was so simple back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another early memory i have is when i must have been around 4 years old. i wanted to get something from on top of a chest of drawers (that was 5-drawers high, mind you) but i was too small. being the resourceful girl that i was, i opened up each drawer, using them as a step to get to the top.... upon almost reaching the top, i felt the dresser drawers wobble. *wobble wobble*. on instinct, i jumped off of the drawers, and ran as far as possible, with the chest of drawers toppling over, just barely missing me. *whew* that was close! my mom came running in to see what the commotion was about, and was laughing, after i explained to her what happened... hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the memory so far:&lt;/b&gt; so many, so hard to choose just one.... it's a funny thing, this past weekend, i was sorting through my old pictures from college, and looking at all the trips i've been on in the past years, my graduation, the trips, the parties, etc... there was a trip i took with about 40 ppl back in '95, when i was in college. it was our first cruise, from la to ensenada and i was spending it with all these friends -- it was just a big party. the one feeling i remember that i had during that time was the fact that i was having fun and feeling carefree....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;another time i felt that way, was a cruise a year or so later to the bahamas. there was a group of eight of us, and we happened to stop off at nassau. we went parasailing. i was scared at first, because i had never gone parasailing before. but they strapped me on to this parachute attached to a speed boat, and off i went into the sky, gliding over the atlantic in the warm sun over a very blue ocean. i could see to the bottom, the ocean was so blue! wow, what a feeling that was, to be carefree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, maybe i want to be a bird in the afterlife. cuz it seems to me that that's the feeling i'd like to have with me, flying free, carefree, seeing over the world....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of joan diesel: "WHEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-75251521?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/75251521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/75251521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75251521' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-11003356</id><published>2002-03-22T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T02:40:02.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;your eternal memory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had watched the movie &lt;a href="http://www.artlic.com/films/afterlife.html"&gt;"After Life"&lt;/a&gt;, a japanese-made film about a place that people go to where they die. here, workers, something like social workers, work with you to help decide what memory you would like to take with you to the &lt;i&gt;after life&lt;/i&gt; as all the other memories will be erased from your mind. people chose memories such as the feeling of putting their head on their mother's lap to sitting under a cherry blossom tree with petals falling all around them to experiencing the first moment of being in love. one man even described a moment when he was 5-6 months old, lying in the sun, feeling the warmth on his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my question to you is this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;what is the earliest memory you have? if you needed to choose a memory that you would want to remember for eternity in your after life, what do you think it would be at this point of your life...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry if you can't decide right now... the people in the movie had 3 days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-11003356?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/11003356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/11003356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11003356' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-10702153</id><published>2002-03-13T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-13T17:46:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;passions... the journey...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i've posted this question, i've been kicking around an answer in my head. i'm not sure there IS an answer at this time, as i'm still figuring it out... but i do know a few things that i enjoy doing ("the intense emotion of zeal and enthusiasm", if you will.. hehe, joanie, i was going to put the definition too, but you beat me to the punch -- us diesels think alike ;) ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;likha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my time is devoted to dance and likha. in the beginning, when i first started, i joined likha because bev said "come with me because i dont want to go by myself!" -- it was either me or ardees that would go with her, and since i wasnt busy that sunday afternoon, i decided to check it out.... four seasons later...it turned into an art/life that i really enjoy and love. i've experienced so much since i've joined -- performing (esp in the PI), learning more about the culture, the music, the instruments, the costumes, the different cultures of the 7000 islands (well, maybe not ALL of the islands...), the people behind it... it's such a cool thing to be a part of and i find that i am in touch with my heritage. =) thanks bev, for dragging me. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hockey&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i like that fact that i play a sport, and that it's inline hockey (hm, i'd like to play ice sometime.. damn, that's hardcore...) -- not everyone does it, and i'd like to be good at it.. maybe someday when i have more time (oh boy!). even though it's a drive over to alameda, and the games are sometimes at 10pm, i dont mind going to play. it's exciting -- there's that rush you get when you're out there, trying to lunge for the puck, skating, trying to get it from the opposing team (kicking ass in the process), and being a part of a team effort to score the goal. i dont expect to play in the NHL or on the US women's olympic hockey team (hm, now THAT would be a goal.....), but it's a fun game and a great way to work out. (i have this aversion to gym memberships, but we can get into that some other time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;journal&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i've found that keeping a journal is helping me realize my passions in life. writing what i feel is the outlet for me (ahem, blogging [thanks gary], and actually writing in a regular journal [thanks nees]). i think lately, since i've been on the go, i've been taking for granted some things, such as "me" time. the journal is a way to look inside myself and see, well, ME. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;family and friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending time with them is what i also enjoy. especially if i can spend time with them while i'm doing those activities i have passion for. i feel blessed to have such a wonderful family and friends who are supportive and loving (that includes you guys on "sinabinila"! =) man, i'm feeling mushy... *hugs* to you all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;travel&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;going to different places for a change of pace satisfies the adventurer in me (funny how i'd like to think i'm adventurous, but also thrive on routine...). i'd like to plan at least one big trip a year. and the mini last-minute-ones are just as cool, too! i'm glad that my job has given me the avenue to travel different parts of this country (i'm not sure i'd find myself in Overland Park, Kansas, on any given day...). and then there are friends i have still yet to visit (vancouver and edmonton are places i NEED to go! ;)) and so many other places, but as of late, because of situation at work and also lack of vacation time, i'm unable to explore the furthest reaches of europe and australia. esp london. june, maybe? we'll just have to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;on the horizon&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;other things i'd like to do: swimming, rock climbing, yoga, gardening, learn how to cook, re-visit crocheting (i used to do that a LOT), learn to paint w. watercolors, ride in a hot air balloon, fly my kite, start a family, continue to play the guitar, sing in a church choir again, and maybe even explore a new career in voice-over and radio announcing...  among some things... but not in that order... hehe ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;thus far, in my journey to fulfill my resolution this year, my one biggest fear is spreading myself too thin. am i loosing sight of what i'm passionate about because i'm doing too much or trying too hard to figure it out....? time will tell. &lt;br /&gt;but life is just a journey, so does that mean i'm passionate about life, embracing it with all that interests me? i'd like to think so. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-10702153?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10702153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10702153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10702153' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-10560885</id><published>2002-03-09T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T09:30:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[san francisco - Coffee House, 17th street]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Computers and gadgets (but you all knew that!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I would call it passion or an obsession? ;-) In the beginning, it started with my first Commodore 128 my dad bought me. I wanted one of those new Macinstosh's, but they were wayyyyy too expensive! Imagine, the first macs that came out with 16k of RAM for more than $2,000! Our palm pilots sport 8mb or more! But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I discovered the laser printer in high school, I was hooked even more! It was just totally amazing to me how I can print my reports that looked like magazine or newspaper fonts (vs the dot matrix look). On top of that, I could add inline graphics! I was really headed to the molecular biologist / genetic engineer route, but it was computers that changed my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination is limitless with it. I can create light sabers, clone people, design, etc. It is almost like magic! When I started getting paid for it, it was even better because I am doing what I love. On top of that, I get to "share" many of these experiences with pictures and the Internet with friends and family afar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is a generic term, but every day has to be awesome! Think about it, life is short. I try to learn everything I can, explore, and just enjoy what God has put on this earth. We should all be thankful that we are fortunate to have healthy lives with great family and friends surrounding us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-10560885?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10560885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10560885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10560885' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-10560060</id><published>2002-03-09T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T08:55:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[berkeley]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pas'sion&lt;/b&gt; (pash'en) &lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. intense emotion: anger; rage; ardent love; zeal; enthusiasm.  &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. The object of admiration. &lt;b&gt;3,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(cap.)&lt;/i&gt; the sufferings of Christ in his last days, in preparation for the Crucifixion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost too easy to say that photography is my passion.  Can passion include mediocrity?  Can I be lukewarm at photography but still be passionate about it?  Yes :: I'm thinking out loud, and I've just answered my own question. ::  Success lies in the marriage of passion, talent and hard work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i can use Webster's words above to describe how I feel towards photography.  I don't know why I want to pursue it.  I want to be great at it, but that seems too selfish.  Why did Eva Hesse, William Eggleston, Garcia-Lorca, Dalí, + Helen Levitt become artists?  Can I join their ranks?  Were they passionate about their work, or did they just do it without trying to define the role of art in their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the word is used to describe an act of Christ, I don't know what photography is to me, but it certainly is on a higher plane than anything I've ever wanted to say I've done.  Even if I fail, I don't want photography to be something I never attempted.  If that defines passion, then I suppose that's it.  P for passion.  P for photography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-10560060?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10560060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10560060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10560060' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-10354898</id><published>2002-03-03T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T21:30:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What am I passionate about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;a href="http://cloudnihne.blogspot.com"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;, I'm still trying to figure it out. I know I'm into physical fitness, but whether or not that's a passion I'm not sure. I've always wanted to try rock climbing, water skiing (gotta learn to swim first), yoga, etc., but trying to find time to fit all this into my already busy schedule is a wee bit difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what else...Never really thought about it before. Good topic though, Bern! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-10354898?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10354898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10354898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10354898' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-10217256</id><published>2002-02-28T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T00:05:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;yay! comments!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you too, general public, can react to our stupendously insightful ideas and thoughts. so go do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-10217256?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10217256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10217256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10217256' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-10164821</id><published>2002-02-26T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T17:52:24.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good topic because I already know my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;song and dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion is related to arts - music and dance.  I love playing instruments (piano, octavina, and recently guitar), as well as singing and dancing. (The funny thing with singing and dancing is that I started both as a result of having all this extra time when my ex-boyfriend broke up with me. I have him to thank for giving me that chance to let that part of me out). Performing with Likha has been my passion because it is combines both music and dance with my culture. Those that know me will know that I will pass up almost anything to do something that is Likha-related. I missed a friend's wedding last year to go to the Philippines instead, to perform. Some people couldn't understand that, but they just didn't understand how important it was for me  to do something I had only dreamed of - dancing and singing in the Philippines, at a Philippine venue and in front of a Philippine audience.  I'll also "give up" my weekends to do these things, because for me it's not work. It's just another opportunity to do something that I love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pictures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you should bring this topic up because just the other day I was showing Gary some of the pictures I have drawn. When I was in high school, I was torn between taking choir or art (I chose choir). I think I want to start drawing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been doing research on SLR cameras. I've been looking at them off and on for the past year, but I do want to get one sometime this month. Seeing what photographers have captured in photographs - not just scenery, but sometimes the very essence of the subject - makes me want try it too. It is my goal to have one before we go to the Philippines again this year, and maybe I can capture a thousand words as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-10164821?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10164821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10164821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10164821' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-10162706</id><published>2002-02-26T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T16:16:48.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. i should really put a comment thing on here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;architecture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, leah, i didnt know that you are into architecture! (i was an architecture major at berkeley) hm, we should sit in front of buildings and just comment on how bad/cool/awesome/wrong the architect was!! i found that i do that sometimes in spaces....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i like the subject, i know i'm not passionate about it. heck i'd be in the profession right now if i was. ;) more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-10162706?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10162706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10162706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10162706' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-10161936</id><published>2002-02-26T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T15:59:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[work - burnaby, bc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my passion...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh good one bern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've always been told that it's good to be passionate about life... hmmm... ok, still working on that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;a picture says a thousand words...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to take up photography, but my financial situation has always put me back on that dream... just to capture the moment. that's why i love talking about &lt;a href="http://www.daneldon.org"&gt;dan eldon&lt;/a&gt; not only for  his vivid pictures of the troubles in somalia or his life growing up in africa, but also because of his outlook of life... as the saying goes &lt;i&gt;"the journey is the destination"&lt;/i&gt;. but it's not only his work that takes my breath away... just pick up any &lt;a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.com"&gt;national geographic&lt;/a&gt; and you'll see some amazing shots... but for me, it's the innocence effected by war that are the most amazing. other photographers that i enjoy seeing works from are &lt;a href="http://enn.com/features/1999/11/110299/ansel_5302.asp"&gt;ansel adams&lt;/a&gt; and a friend, (yeah yeah) &lt;a href="http://www.snagglefish.org"&gt;andrew rowat&lt;/a&gt;. it's funny that andrew was the one who introduced me to &lt;a href="http://www.daneldon.org"&gt;dan eldon&lt;/a&gt; when i was at his place as he was packing to move and thought i would enjoy looking through this book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0811815862/qid=1014767439/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-9455026-0820718&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Journey is the Destination : The Journals of Dan Eldon"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... i was nearly in tears afterwards from seeing such vivid images... hmmm... ok, maybe this comment isn't turning out to a passion for photography, but instead for &lt;a href="http://www.daneldon.org"&gt;dan eldon&lt;/a&gt; ... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i guess with that, it also is connected with my passion to be more creative, not only through photographs but through the web... stay tuned for updates on things i will be posting soon... move over gary, there a new kid in town, hehe&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;architecture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was little i wanted to grow up to become an architect... obviously that didn't happen... but my love for the form and style of buildings will never leave my soul... *hehe, mushy mushy*... i can sit in front of a building and just admire the design of it... the way the roof curves into it's steeple point... some structures are just amazing, wondering how the architect managed to dream that design up and let it withstand all the weight from steel, concrete and bricks... pretty amazing...&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... did i answer the question correctly...? now that i'm reading my comments, i really babbled... hehe oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-10161936?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10161936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10161936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10161936' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-10159882</id><published>2002-02-26T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T16:53:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Passions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not talking about the soap opera on NBC. i'm wondering what you guys are passionate about. my one and only new year's resolution this year is to figure out what i'm passionate about... and in the process i've decided to take on a few more activities just to figure that out, and then some. i'll tell you bout it, but first: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what are you passionate about? or are you still trying to figure it out like me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-10159882?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10159882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/10159882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10159882' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9857942</id><published>2002-02-18T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T12:45:30.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[berkeley]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems we all have the cleaning bug in us.  &lt;br /&gt;*Note to the 3 musketeers: I know my desk was in disarray.  No excuses, I suppose, but it's really not like that all the time, i promise, i really do!  You should see how I organize my binders for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirks o' mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kitchen habits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave the kitchen with anything dirty in it.  I wash my pans and dishes after use and sweep and scrub, etc. before I leave the kitchen everytime I use it.  In general, I try leaving something the way I found it-- clean!  I didn't know this wasn't a universal habit until i started living with people who weren't raised like me.  (Bern, bev, and gary all witnessed that when they came to visit.)  I suppose I could wash my roommates dishes just for my own health, but I don't think it's fair for me to clean up after others for the sake of a clean apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bathroom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave your hair in the shower.  *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;I always have my towel folded once, hot dog style, and then hung on the rack--corners perfectly lined up.  The front part of towel hanging over the rack can't be shorter than the part of the towel closest to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;computer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't stand the "too many files on my desktop" look either :o)&lt;br /&gt;-I always turn the volume on my speakers down all the way when I shut down.&lt;br /&gt;-I always shut down.  My roommates don't turn theirs off and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;-I always put my cd's in their jewel cases, and i rotate the cd so the title is horizontal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's it for now.  I think my quirks are more like things I don't like about my roommates.  They're nice people, really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9857942?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9857942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9857942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9857942' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9714216</id><published>2002-02-14T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T01:13:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;happy valentines day to all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries bern... i'm still with ya, girl... valentines day, bah... us single girls gotta stick together... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, cute miss luzon... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but reading gary's quirks just made me realize i have more... oh gosh! don't tell me i've been in denial for so long... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;the hanger thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, all my hangers have to match... all mine aren't the cheap ones either... the silver metal ones from ikea.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;computer organization&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm pretty bad when it comes to organizing a desktop and file directories... i hate having different files everywhere, and the desktop all cluttered, it's so unappealing to the eye&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there were more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;being on time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know there's filipino time... but that drives me crazy... when people say a party starts at a certain time, i'd like to get there at that time... i know people like to arrive fashionably late... but not me... then there's lunch dates... i refuse to wait more than fifteen minutes for a lunch date, well, ok, maybe that's just for a particular person...&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;marliz's hair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am constantly fixing her hair... i hate it when jake does her hair, it never looks nice... hmmm, maybe fathers just don't know how to do their children's hair, my father definately didn't know how... so when i do it, she looks like the cute little girl that she is&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;my work desk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i leave for the day, everything has to be in it's place... maybe it's that "monica" thing in me, but i make sure that my notepad is in the left side, the head set is hung on the wall, the mouse in the center of the pad, the pens are in the drawer, and my chair is pushed under my desk...&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i hope that's it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9714216?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9714216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9714216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9714216' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9708480</id><published>2002-02-13T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T20:41:35.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just thought of something else. I'm not sure if this applies, but &lt;i&gt;something about me that my friends tend to associate with me&lt;/i&gt; is travelling. [Not that I can compare to Gary, but then he travels for work so that doesn't really count.] I'm not sure why my friends always think that I'm travelling somewhere. Hmmm, could it be because of the fact that I had 8 trips in the past year? That's like a trip (or in my case a mini-trip, with the exception of PI) every 5 or 6 weeks. It may not seem like a lot, but it is to me. I mean, how many people do you know take a vacation once a month?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9708480?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9708480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9708480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9708480' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9689793</id><published>2002-02-13T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T11:18:52.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I mention that one of my quirks is that I don't like Gary's quirks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9689793?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9689793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9689793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9689793' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9683861</id><published>2002-02-13T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T08:16:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My why I am unique statement&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just weird. I don't balance my checkbook. Or when I go grocery shopping, I generally don't look at prices, unless it is cereal. For some odd reason, cereal seems to be expensive to me. Maybe it is because my mom gave me so much flak for eating it too much when I was younger, and she always complained how expensive it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't keep things in the freezer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like keeping anything in the freezer -except for ice cream. Then again, that would only last about two days since I get those pint size kinds. I'm the opposite of my mom. She has one of those jumbo deluxe commercial type freezers in the garage to keep the 50 lbs of shimp she bought. Or all the lumpia anyone could ever want. I swear, my mom's house would be the place to be if there was a nuclear war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Computer files&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand when I see other people's computer desktops full of files. I can only imagine what their place looks like. That is why we have &lt;b&gt;folders&lt;/b&gt; so we can organize like things and objects! I'm pretty anal about organizing my files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pictures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of my pictures are digital, I have them all organized. But I do have a box of pictures that I will eventually organize into albums. I'm just not too sure if I want Bev looking through them now! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hangers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my hangers have to be the same. Right now they are all white plastic, except for the metal ones I reserve for dry cleaning. I'm planning to replace them all with wooden ones from Ikea when I get a chance to go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't iron&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Bev and Bern got me an Iron for Christmas, I still don't Iron. Unless I REALLY REALLY have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate shopping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just takes too long and makes me dizzy. I usually buy the first thing that catches my eye (unless it is a computer, car, or other technolgical gadget). That usually takes me through days of research. I guess this rule comes to clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get rid of "old" stuff quickly. Books, clothes, outdated gadgets, etc. I can't stand clutter in a room. Why keep something if you don't use it for a long time? I definately keep things of sentimental value...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buy clothes of like style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I find something that fits (since I hate trying on clothes). I go ahead and buy the rest of the colors that I like of the same style. Then, I know they fit :-) It's not often I go to the store to buy clothes. But I have a feeling that is going to change because I happen to have a shopping queen of a GF! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is all I can think of from the top of my head! And to think, Bev is still with me, even as quirky as I am ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9683861?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9683861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9683861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9683861' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9633933</id><published>2002-02-11T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T22:13:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i'm not that anal...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... except maybe when i wrap presents/packages. yes, ms luzon you are right. =P the paper has to be the correct length and size, AND to have enough excess wrap to make the &lt;i&gt;signature&lt;/i&gt; tuxedo folds in the wrapping paper. AND, dont forget the curling ribbon or regular ribbon has to be tightly tied around the package. NOTHING LOOSE, otherwise, it'll bother the living daylights outta me. like hello? it's supposed to be adult-proof! ;) and i try to go for the "too pretty to open" effect. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably why it takes so damn long for me to wrap gifts. if i'm lazy, no ribbon. if i'm even lazier, gift bag na lang! =P now if i was only that anal about my room. *argh* that's a whole other story in itself.... let's just not go there. =P =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing, i hate it when my sheets arent tightly tucked into the mattress before i get into bed. dontcha want a snuggly bed? i do! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9633933?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9633933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9633933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9633933' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9632046</id><published>2002-02-11T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T21:17:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quirk? More like an illness for me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say my biggest quirk would be how &lt;strike&gt;anal&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;particular&lt;/i&gt; I am, especially with my closet. Everything in my closet is color coordinated and arranged from light to dark. OK, maybe that doesn't sound so bad. But within the color codes, I arrange them according to fabrics, and also by length of sleeves (i.e. sleeveless/short sleeves to long sleeves). And if I'm being &lt;i&gt;really particular&lt;/i&gt;, I try to match the hangers with the clothes. But that's kinda hard to do when you don't have certain colored hangers, so I stopped doing that. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't stop there. My dresser is also the same way. Certain drawers are for certain things. T-shirts in one drawer, summer stuff in another, workout stuff in yet another, etc. All arranged according to fabric, from light to dark, etc. I'd probably do the same thing with my shoes too, only I have one too many pairs so I can't arrange them the way I'd like to. Not to mention lack of closet space. Most of them are in boxes, and what I do is just rotate them with the seasons (fall/winter stuff are out, and spring/summer stuff are put away). Speaking of shoes, when I rotate them I also do a major "cleaning/protection" thing and spray them all down (with the proper spray for the different types of shoes, of course =P). Yeah I know, I need help. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I don't thing there's anything else. I can't say I have pet peeves with the food thing. I'm not too picky when it comes to that. Although I can relate to &lt;a href="msluzon.blogspot.com" class="link"&gt;Bev's&lt;/a&gt; inspection for defects when it comes to buying stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9632046?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9632046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9632046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9632046' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9624730</id><published>2002-02-11T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T16:23:02.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, that's another one for me! I'm anal about my room etc being organized. I'm always straightening, putting things away, especially while I'm on the phone (right Gary?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to have my pictures in an album, &lt;i&gt;in order&lt;/i&gt;, before anyone looks at them because I don't want them out of chronological order. I take the negatives and put them in envelopes and they get put into the binder part of the album as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bern - I have one for ya - you are anal about your gift-wrapping technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9624730?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9624730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9624730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9624730' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9620334</id><published>2002-02-11T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T14:13:10.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;who me? quirky?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know... i don't think i have anything too wierd about me... just my food issues... not very healthy, i'll probably get lectured on it so i'm not gonna mention anything about it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as what i'm known for by my friends... it's the "monica" thing... i am constantly cleaning. i like things in order and in their place. whenever my friends call me and they ask what i'm doing, it'll be cleaning... if i have anything out of place, i would think my place is a complete mess... hehe, but that's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9620334?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9620334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9620334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9620334' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9618809</id><published>2002-02-11T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T13:27:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, ms luzon, and i thought _I_ was weird. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9618809?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9618809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9618809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9618809' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9617709</id><published>2002-02-11T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T12:55:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;my idiosyncrasies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I like this topic. I didn't answer the last one because I didn't want to think. Plus my answers would have been similar to everyone else's anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this abnormal fear of gagging. Maybe because I associate it with throwing up and I haven't thrown up since I was at least 5 (and it may be before then but I just don't remember). In fact, I am supposed to look into getting retainers but the only thing stopping me is I don't want to take those dumb impressions where they fill your mouth with gook that you GAG on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I don't like it when I'm sitting on a bench or chair and someone is swinging their foot so they either are kicking you, if you're in the seat in front, or they're causing the whole bench to shake. Although that's probably a really minor pet peeve if you can call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like when people cough or sneeze with their mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear watches ticking, people scratching, or any other kind of movement at night and can't sleep because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat patis unless it's already cooked in something, where I can't taste it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I buy things, I usually inspect a few of them before picking the one without any 'defects.' Sometimes this takes a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird huh. Maybe I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9617709?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9617709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9617709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9617709' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9616770</id><published>2002-02-11T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T12:27:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;okay, new topic....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since no word from the last two, i have a random, yet interesting question, that i just thought of now.... hopefully it wont take many brain cells to answer, esp since the last couple of questions took some thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is there a quirk/pet peeve/thing about you, that people only tend to associate that particular quirk/pet peeve/thing about you to you?&lt;/i&gt; (did that make sense?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i ask this, is the other day while i was making favors for a baptism at my friend's house, they were serving up some pasta w/ mushrooms. i was hesistant to take some. now if you know me (and here is my quirk), i dont eat mushrooms -- ONLY if they are chopped up in tiny pieces and hidden from me, and if there arent very many of those said chopped up hidden mushrooms in the dish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, call me wierd, twisted, abnormal, lame. but it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and there's another thing. I can't spell the word "wierd" right. ever. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends thought the mushroom thing was strange, but not stranger than another gal in the favor-making party that would not eat eggs unless they were scrambled. okay now that's wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so now, what's wrong with you --- er, i mean, what's your interesting quirk? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9616770?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9616770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9616770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9616770' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9382414</id><published>2002-02-04T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T17:41:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;hey, where's ms luzon and joanie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no answer from you? ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9382414?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9382414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9382414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9382414' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9032449</id><published>2002-01-25T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-25T02:22:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;wow a new topic!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and to think i was getting worried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all points that have already been given are very good points... two years... it's amazing what two years can do for a couple depending on how the two people are... i've seen couples that have been together for that long and know each other inside and out... and there are other couples that have been together for that long and really don't know each other at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to comment on something like this and not put my experience out on the table. it's like what the movie &lt;i&gt;the mexican&lt;/i&gt; asks "when do you get to that point when enough is enough?" well, if you love someone enough, the answer is never... and there are just times when the love is not enough and that's the end of the relationship... there are many important factors to consider when it comes to a lasting relationship, whether it has been 1 month or 1 year :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;communication&lt;/b&gt; - communication is the utmost importance in a relationship... how are you supposed to deal with problems if you can't voice them. i know that was my problem in my relationship of 7 years... i was afraid to communicate. everytime i tried, i would get a "not so good" response from him, which caused me to fear communication with him and therefore i kept everything inside most of the time. both partners need to have each other understand not to be afraid to voice out what they are feeling. to work things out is a growing experience for the relationship... and to grow together is to learn from one another... and not to be threatened or afraid of what is being said... the person who is sharing obviously cares enough about the relationship to try and deal with the situation.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;honesty&lt;/b&gt; - a part of communication, honesty is a golden rule. sure, honesty can be cruel to a point, but depending on the person, sometimes cruelty can be a part of learning how to deal with the negative aspects of the relationship and see things at a different light. in a recent past relationship, i urged him to be honest of how he felt... the more honest he was, the more respect i had for him... i know it's nuts but even when his honesty was in a way cruel, i didn't get upset but appreciated his honesty and it helped me grow as an individual.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;family&lt;/b&gt; - hmmm... it is quite tough when the family is not liking the person you are with... but remember, the family is not always right. i know they have your best interest at heart, but if you know your family well enough, you know when they are just going overboard in protecting you... for example, i have been getting closer to an ex recently, friendship wise... i consider him a very close friend... but one day my mother asked me about him and asked if we were seeing each other again... i replied no... she responded by saying that she doesn't trust him... keep in mind my mother had not seen him in 9 years, which was the last time he and i were "together" and she had seen him on christmas day when he picked me up from her house... i didn't quite understand... i need clarification on why she felt that way when all he did was come in and wish her a merry christmas... she just said she just had a feeling and maybe it was his personality... i still didn't understand, all he said to her was merry christmas and we left... ah, mothers will be mothers... i'm sure i'll be the same with my daughter when she starts dating... OMIGOSH... NO!!&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;religion&lt;/b&gt; - well, i'm not sure... i mean, i was raised roman catholic and my 7 year relationship was christian... in this case i converted only because i wanted to... there were certain aspects of roman catholicism that i didn't quite agree with and therefore i switched, but it doesn't stop me from going to church once in a while with my mom. i believe that as long as i'm praying to one God, it doesn't really matter what house of worship i do it in...&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in all it's up to your friend... maybe bern is right, he did invest a lot of time in the relationship already, why not try and fix it. in my case of 7 years, i was just tired of everything. it was a relationship of some good times but overwhelming bad times. i was a type of person who was very subservant to him and just kept my issues to myself, again, for the reason that i had in a way feared him. when that fateful night happened, it triggered something in my head that said, no, don't take him back, it's not worth it anymore. granted we had a child together and perhaps we should have stayed together and try and work things out... but i saw it too many times with my own life that i refuse to put my own daughter through the same things that i went through as a child growing up with an abusive father and a depressed mother (hmmm, not quite the typical nuclear family, i don't mind sharing this with you guys as you guys are what i consider friends, blogger friends at that ;-) )... luckily this relationship doesn't involve a child. but really it brings it back to the question &lt;i&gt;"when do you get to the point when enough is enough?"&lt;/i&gt; maybe it's my bitter and jaded self talking, but really, if he doesn't see a future with her, why prolong it? why prevent her or him finding someone who they do see a future with? why settle for what you have right now, when you know it won't make you as happy as you know you can be? happy endings seem to be rare these days so i really hope and pray that they figure things out for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9032449?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9032449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9032449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9032449' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-9015939</id><published>2002-01-24T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T15:47:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i was about to post a new topic...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when i realized there's a new one here already! (thanks gary) i was running out of ideas...... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;two years and still having doubts?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion and experience, i noticed that two years seems to be the crossroads of a relationship. the point where you realize, "this relationship is going great and i want to take it to another level..." or "...maybe this is not where i want to be with this person" and what-not. in both of the two-year relationships that i had [one at the end of high school/beginning of college, and one at the end of college/beginning of my career], we broke up because we were moving in different directions in our lives, in addition to small issues/annoyances that couldnt be addressed or taken care of at the time. it was hard at first, but in the end it was all for the better. not that i planned it that way in those relationships, but after two years, you pretty much get to know a person enough to see what makes them tick, and also figure if you are n'sync with them (hehe, that was for ms. luzon). i think a lot of it has to do with how you grow together as a couple. and after those two years you find that you've grown apart, then, well it's time to step back and re-evaluate. (oh, and btw, i am still friends w/ both of those guys i went out with =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;key things to consider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;communication&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree w/ meesh. are they on the same page? have they discussed these issues? if so, is it like beating a dead horse? like the same disscussion over and over and over with out any resolution?... hm. with that, sometimes you cant very well re-teach someone to behave, esp if they are stubborn (ie, like me.. hehehe), or ask someone to drastically change the way they think, talk, act, etc, unless there is a conscious effort on their part to want to be different. either way, they each need to know where each is coming from. and then comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;compromise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all relationships have some form of compromise. is he willing to compromise his feelings about certain issues for her? if he does compromise, does it compromise his feelings? (hm, did that make sense?) basically, if he does give in on some of the issues, is he giving up on what he believes in himself?... it is kind of hard to do that, and in the end if he does compromise, will he be happy with himself and the decisions he made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;timing/circumstance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another factor in making a relationship work is the timing and circumstance. ppl might have all the chemistry in the world, but the timing could be more wrong. example, he's in school on the other side of the nation. she is done with school and she's ready to tackle her career. great chemistry when they are together, but they are not in the same time zone, nor the same mentality. he's still trying to reach a goal (degree) while she's establishing herself for a future (house, marriage). sometimes you pretty much need to be in the same stage in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's kinda hard. on one hand, it's not your parents who is going out w/ the person, YOU are! so what does it matter if they dont like her or not?! but then at the same time, parental approval would only make the relationship THAT much better. *sigh* again, in the end, it would just be so much better if the parents were supportive. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;religion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet another hard one. hm. i'm not sure i have thoughts on this one because in both my two-year relationships, we were the same religion. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm all for happy endings, and would like things to work out and have them stay together. but sometimes there's also that point where you might have to step back from it all and take a "break" from the relationship to figure out where you are ["We were on a BREAK!!!!!" yells Ross, from Friends... hehehe], especially if you love and care for the person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he could probably even  be thinking, "i've invested all this time in this relationship, and that was two years of my life... i dont want to feel like i've wasted them!.. " i'm sure in those two years, he may have learned things about himself with her that he probably wouldnt have learned if he was with someone else, or by himself. so not all is a loss. it may do more harm than good if they stay together, esp if they have that much stacked against them and trying to resolve the issues is not making either party happy. but then again, they could very well work things out and live happily ever after. then GREAT and more power to them! they should write a book on how they overcame the obstacles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he already knows what he needs to do, and is just delaying the inevitable?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but that's just my opinion. and easier said than done. but as they say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you love him/her, set him/her free, if he/she comes back it was meant to be...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-9015939?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9015939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/9015939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9015939' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-8992014</id><published>2002-01-23T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T20:33:09.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Is this the new topic for 2002?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my opinion and merely an observation (which shouldn't matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be in love with someone and facing these issues is definitely a hard place to be in. From the sounds of it, he's probably at a point in his life where he wants to take the relationship to another level. Although "he doesn't see himself marrying her", he is thinking about settling down. Maybe not in the near future, but the thought is on his mind. As for the "buts", that kinda touches on the topic discussed before on wanting someone to change or be a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main question is: Have they discussed these issues? I mean, have they had a real "heart-to-heart" talk on this? Yes, he sees these issues (and maybe she sees them too), but does she know how they affect him? And have they discussed compromising on any of them?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Father doesn't approve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because her father doesn't like him? Or is it just that her father doesn't like any guy in general?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smoking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only she can change that. As long as he's expressed his views on this, the ball is in her court. He's done everything he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Different religion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of some cases where couples, each of a different religion, got married and somehow combined the 2 religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Different times in their lives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is where communication is key. Although they can't be expected to totally understand what the other person has gone through, they can at least &lt;i&gt;help&lt;/i&gt; each other understand (does that make sense?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He is the number one thing in her life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's involved in extra-curricular activities, has he suggested that maybe she should be involved in something too? Or perhaps she doesn't want to be involved in other things and chooses to spend time with him. If that's the case, she shouldn't be "dependent on his time". It's one thing to want to spend time with someone, but it's another to "depend" on being with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No one seems to think it would "work"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships take a lot of work and only they can control that. I mean, who said relationships were easy?&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's good that he's optimistic on things, but what does he really want and does she know about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-8992014?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/8992014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/8992014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8992014' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-8970457</id><published>2002-01-23T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T08:42:17.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[phoenix, arizona]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two years, and still having doubts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent discussions about relationships is reflected around the people around me. A cousin recently wrote me concerned about her sister who is getting married (and they only knew each other for a few months). That can't be that bad. My parents only knew each other for 2 or 3 months, and my Lola and Lolo, even less. But times are different these days. Maybe love is even different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of this couple that has been seeing each other for over two years now. And to this day, he still doesn't see himself marrying her. There are so many "buts". "I wish she was like this or that". And he has come to the realization that some people are put on earth to help others get to where they want to be. When I look back at my past relationships, I looked at how much I have learned from each one. For me, I'd be afraid to go with someone who has never had a boyfriend, because I feel it would be a learning stepping stone in her relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that they probably won't read this, they barely read my blog, but this is what my friend and I discusses as "issues" in the relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Father doesn't approve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father doesn't like him at all, therefore he never goes to her house. I find this totally weird. It reminded me of my ex to where she didn't want her mom to know about us, and the crazy thing is that she was even my dentist! If you can't get along with her parents, what is going to happen when they get married? What about when they have kids? My grandparents (on both sides) helped raise me since my parents didn't have money to afford a baby sitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally, his mom is quite worried about the relationship from what she has seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smoking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talked enough about this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Different religion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this is a major issue in their relationship, but it is pretty important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Different times in their life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still a student and still figuring things out. It bothers him that she lacks passion in her life. Where he is the total opposite. He has everything laid out for him. Usually this shouldn't be a big deal, because in relationships, you can work things out. It also has to do with the fact that his life was so "sheltered" compared to hers. She can't expect him to "understand" some of the things that she has gone through and vice versa. He's not saying that they should be the "same" but there has to be a point where their life can be "too different"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He is the number one thing in her life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides her family, he is &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. My friend fills his life with other extra activites, to where she has: school, family, and him. I'm concerned because many of their arguements are based of the fact that he doesn't have enough "time" for her. Almost to the point where she is "dependent" on his "time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No one seems to think it would "work"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that everyone's opinions matter. But out of all the successful marriages I have seen. Everyone usually says, "wow, they just make the perfect couple" -It is almost common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend sees all this. But what makes it hard is that he is in love. And when you are in love and faced with this issues, it puts you in a really hard place. He is quite optimistic, and he is always looking for the "good" in her. But he also acknowledges that if he was "any other guy", he would have dropped her a long time ago...&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/3202004-8970457?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/8970457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/8970457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8970457' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-8533971</id><published>2002-01-09T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T00:29:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[concord]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cambios&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;--everyone else was writing "changes" in english, so i'm being quasi-creative&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.  So, being the last person to contribute to this issue, everyone's covered all the bases.  Change is good if changing bad habits to good ones, and vice versa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, is it okay to change aspects of the core of your being for the other person?  My knee jerk reaction is that it is unacceptable to compromise myself in order to attract Person B.  I'm not changing my sense of humor, my laugh, my dress, my walk, my dance, my favorite movies, my favorite music, nor my favorite food to attract someone else.  All of these things help define me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, however, a fine line between selling out and being open-minded.  I wasn't really interested in Ballet before.  There was a girl in my class who was a ballerina and we became good friends.  After seeing one of her performances, I became highly interested in dance and started watching shows on my own.  I learned about dance because it is one of the most beautiful forms of self expression, but I also became interested in it in order to have better conversations with my friend.  Meeting her lead to my enculturation about dance.  I don't think i'd have ever read George Balanchine's biography or attended performances by the New York City Ballet, the Kirov, and Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre if not for my friend.  I have more dimension thanks to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interactions with others spur growth and introduce challenge.  Though the idea of changing oneself for another person sounds terrible, it really isn't so bad.  One of the reasons we are attracted to people (sexually) or are interested in people (platonically) is that they possess attitudes, mentalities, and/or personality traits that we don't have or have never explored.  Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.  Changing yourself for someone is more than just attempting to catch Person B's attention.  More than that, I think such acts are (sub)conscious attempts to explore and improve oneself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-8533971?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/8533971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/8533971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8533971' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-8444667</id><published>2002-01-05T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-05T18:27:53.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[san francisco, &lt;a href="http://www.surfandsip.com/action.lasso?-database=Stores.fp3&amp;-layout=Report&amp;-response=location_results_detail.htm&amp;-recordID=14&amp;-search" target="new"&gt;Chestnut Coffee Roastery&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Changes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with everyone on this page. Change for the better, quit smoking, drugs, etc... That is okay. I don't think it really changes someone's character. Change takes many many years, if it does happen. I often see the same &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/curtsmith/20_dating_advice.html" target="new"&gt;mistakes that girls make&lt;/a&gt; when going back with someone after breaking up with them. I mean, if you have gotten to the point of giving up, why try to make things work again after forgetting the pain? It just becomes a terrible cycle of complaint and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what about if the girl knows that she isn't "the one" but is trying her best to be "the one?" What about the guy who is seeing this girl? I have learned through experience and through my friends' past relationships that there is a common pattern for failed relationships. They often started physically first, and then tried to work into the &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/doclove/56_relationship_expert.html" target="new"&gt;friendship&lt;/a&gt; aspect of it all. As one spends more time with someone, those little annoyances that may not have been apparant or ignored may appear after the newness of the physical attraction may have worn off.  But without writing a new &lt;a href="http://www.weddingsatwork.com/features/article2.htm" target="new"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on it, I guess you can click on that link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion to love... Sometimes love can be blind. What do you think Joanie ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-8444667?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/8444667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/8444667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8444667' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-8394815</id><published>2002-01-03T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T20:59:55.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[work - burnaby, bc canada]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;keeping up the blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, it sure has been a while since we've done any blogs here, or maybe it just me... but proud to be the first entry of the year &lt;i&gt;2002&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How much should one person change and or compromise in order to attract someone else? Is it worth it? Any pros / cons? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no thought into it, huh? ooooh, don't know if that's such a good idea... but ok, here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change or compromise to attract someone else should not be done unless it's for yourself... actually no, i don't think any change should be done if it's to attract the other person... one should be happy with themselves... if it's a change that they are wanting to do and by &lt;i&gt;coincidence&lt;/i&gt; this change would attract this particular someone, then they are still doing it for themselves... hmmm... does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-8394815?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/8394815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/8394815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8394815' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7981038</id><published>2001-12-16T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-16T23:13:46.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[San Juan, Metro Manila, PI -- Blitz Kreig Internet Cafe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Change for the better..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without putting much thought into the question, I'd have to say that a person should not have to change in order to attract someone else. But with everything else, sometimes it's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're just talking about the initial meeting of two people, both should just be themselves. I mean, if you have to change the way you act, or change your interests/hobbies, etc. just so you have something in common with the other person, then you're not being true to yourself and to the other person. Just because two people have different interests doesn't mean that they are not compatible. Compatibility won't be determined until the relationship progresses. Now, if we're talking about two people who are in a relationship (assuming they haven't changed for the other person), and they come across an issue they don't agree upon, I think that's where compromise comes in. It's all about give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, if the change will benefit you in the long run, then go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7981038?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7981038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7981038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7981038' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7838310</id><published>2001-12-11T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T09:09:36.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;my turn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, since I can't get into my stupid blog, I'll just write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Bern. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To expand, I also believe that if a person A changes in order to attract person B, B will never get to know the true self that makes up person A. If you have to change in order to be with that person, then that person probably isn't worth it. Because, then, who are you if you're not yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if the change involves something, well, minor, and it is something that makes the person change for the better, then I would be okay with it :). For instance, my PI bf kept saying he wanted to change and stop his smoking and drinking habits. Because according to him, it showed that I cared so much for his well-being. Of course, he never did, but that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if your s.o. was a partier and wanted you to start drinking, well, that would be dumb if you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all boils down to the person wanting to make the change and recognizing the difference between changing to please and changing to please yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7838310?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7838310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7838310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7838310' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7819023</id><published>2001-12-10T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T16:46:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what an intersting topic......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generally as a rule, you really shouldnt try to change for anyone...only for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing/doing things out of the ordinary for you to attract someone else might not be good, and maybe depends on how far you are willing to go to get the person:&lt;br /&gt;like say for instance im intersted in this guy who likes bungee jumping. hm. i'm not one for the bungee cord, but i'm not sure i'd fall off a cliff (no pun intended) and learn that just so he could see me in &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; light. you figure if he liked me, he'd like me for me, not because i had the same interest as him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe if the change will somehow benefit you in the future, or was something you were planning to do to begin with to better yourself, then well, maybe it's not so bad an idea. that someone might have pushed you to get there:&lt;br /&gt;like say if you were a smoker, and were trying to quit, and you liked someone who didnt like smokers, well, there's that push for you to not smoke to attract that person.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;compromise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compromise might be a good thing. because if for some reason you happened to get with this person, compromising is part of what relationships are about. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. short and sweet. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7819023?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7819023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7819023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7819023' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7780472</id><published>2001-12-09T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T03:08:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;How much should one change?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, our blog has been kinda dead, so I'll bring up another topic. How much should one person change and or compromise in order to attract someone else? Is it worth it? Any pros / cons? No need to think about it, just write what you feel ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7780472?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7780472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7780472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7780472' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7649374</id><published>2001-12-04T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T17:20:51.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, mich! europe! ... we just need to do some planning.... heheheh ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7649374?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7649374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7649374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7649374' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7463308</id><published>2001-11-27T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T23:04:56.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[San Juan, Metro Manila, PI -- Blitz Kreig Internet Cafe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My turn...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! Couldn't help but see what's up with all of you. Blog withdrawal I guess. hehehe. Anyway, I have to keep this short because I'm on a time limit. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in Edmonton my whole life, so my initial response to the question would be &lt;i&gt;"Yes, I would like to pick up and go."&lt;/i&gt; But of course, it isn't quite that easy. The big thing is the financial situation. After quitting my job, I was considering on moving to Vancouver, but no job had been established. So I'm left with travelling in the meantime to see what's out there. Ever since I went to Chicago &amp; New York 4 years ago, I've had this travel bug in me. I'm always wanting to go to new places to explore. I still have yet to do a solo trip, which I think would be quite therapeutic for me. So many places to see, just not sure how to visit them all. Hey &lt;a href="http://cloudnihne.blogspot.com" class="link"&gt;Bern&lt;/a&gt; are we still going to Europe? ;-) As for the road trip across the U.S., count me in for that. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I could probably expand more on the subject, I can't. Time to go. Talk to you later. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7463308?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7463308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7463308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7463308' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7418179</id><published>2001-11-26T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T12:08:25.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;time to migrate...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: &lt;i&gt;"Do you feel like you can pick up and move if you wanted to? If not, do you travel a lot to see "what is out there" (if that is what you are interested in)..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been living in vancouver, bc canada for most of my life... was born in toronto, ontario... moved all over the area when until i was about 3 yrs old and then headed west to bc with a 2 year stop over in flin flon, manitoba... i love living in vancouver : the fresh air, the mountain view from the downtown area and anywhere else you may be on the lower mainland... easy access to places to rollerblade, hike, mountain bike, rock climb, ski, snowboard, windsurf, wake board, skimming, beach bumming, etc... (not that i do all of that stuff)... it just a great place to live... but again, i've lived here most of my life and would like to experience the rest of the world. right now it would be difficult to move as my daughter is currently living here in vancouver and putting miles between us would be difficult. i know it does happen in many families so the want to move is strongly there however not financially possible. i know that before i had graduated from bcit this past september, my plan was to move to toronto first, live there for a bit, then migrating further east to new york. since my accident, it's been quite difficult to make that goal a reality because of my financial situation. moving, i know, would be difficult, leaving friends and family, but what i have learned in the past year is not to hold back... to not be afraid... and that is exactly what i plan on doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7418179?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7418179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7418179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7418179' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7350258</id><published>2001-11-23T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T12:38:04.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;home is where the heart is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy, but true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have lived my whole life in the Bay Area. Sure, going on vacation is fun, and sometimes when I'm coming back from a vacation, I get a little depressed thinking that I have to go back to my normal routine (I get over it the next day, though). But when it all comes down to it, I don't think I would ever live anywhere else. Part of it is the location. Where else can you drive about 5 hours in any direction, and end up in a a warm climate, or a really cold one? (Okay, maybe there's a lot of places like that). But it's not too cold, not too hot. There's no snow or ice or hurricanes or tornadoes. Just an occassional earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the biggest thing for me is that all my family and friends are in the Bay Area. It's the greatest thing to be surrounded by them. So, if you were to transport me and all my family and friends somewhere else, then, it would probably be okay. As long as there aren't any bugs. And I could drink the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind the Philippines, though. But, again, the bugs. And water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7350258?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7350258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7350258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7350258' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7315360</id><published>2001-11-21T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T23:59:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally have time to actually read this question and answer it! sorry, gary, if this wasnt fulfilling your blog withdrawal. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Do you feel like you can pick up and move if you wanted to? If not, do you travel a lot to see "what is out there" (if that is what you are interested in)..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. yes, i could probably pick up and move if i wanted to. but for right now, i dont see the need. i've lived in the bay area all my life and i like the fact that i grew up here and feel like this is my "home". well, cuz it is ;). i'd totally miss it, but part of me always wonders what it's like to live in a different city. i'm not sure if i could live anywhere internationally for a time, but anywhere in the US or even Canada would be a cool experience. one of the only reasons why i would probably move would be if a job offer was promising enough and paid me enough to make that change. after all, most of my family and friends are here, and i think i'd just miss everyone and everything that i'm invovled with (&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.likha.org" target="_blank"&gt;likha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bladium.com" target="_blank"&gt;hockey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -- hm, there's a bladium in denver, co.... move there? nah. visit? YES!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing about me and how i am is that even though i'd like to try different things and wouldnt mind a new adventure, i kind of thrive on continuity and routine. maybe it is that fear of "change". but if required to, i could move, namely because i dont have too much responsibility keeping me here (no house mortgage, kids, etc...) except for maybe my car and those darn car payments (but i suppose that would go with me wherever i go...hehehe).... and then there's family and friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling, though is ALWAYS something i want to do... cuz you can always go back &lt;i&gt;HOME&lt;/i&gt; after the trip. i'm just really bummed i dont get enough vacation to spend some time in those places i'd like to visit. cool thing about my job is i get to travel every once in a while (not as much as you, gary) but enough to satisfy the need for change in routine. (hmm. not sure about nowadays, though, since there's all this CHANGE at work..). places i'd like to visit someday: australia, new zealand, the uk, spain, france, italy, germany, china, japan, korea, mexico.... oh, dont forget edmonton (hehe ;)). places i've been to and would like to visit again: vancouver, bc ;), new york, chicago, miami, las vegas, la, seattle, portland, any island in hawaii, and of course, the homeland -- the philippines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point in my life, i think it would be cool to drive across the US and visit each state. hm. i wonder if i could pull that off. road trip anyone? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7315360?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7315360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7315360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7315360' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7251085</id><published>2001-11-19T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-19T16:36:32.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Moving...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start a new topic since I am going through blog withdrawal. I think the funny thing is that I am at the &lt;a href="http://www.karate-one" target="new"&gt;Dojo&lt;/a&gt; because they have DSL here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my dad was in the Air-Force, my life has consisted of moving. I was born in &lt;b&gt;Subic Bay&lt;/b&gt;, then went off to &lt;b&gt;Tampa, Florida&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Berlin, Germany&lt;/b&gt; -where my sister was born, &lt;b&gt;Riverside, California&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Sembach, Germany&lt;/b&gt;, then to &lt;b&gt;Myrtle Beach, SC&lt;/b&gt; -where I went to High-School and college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moving on my own&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second job moved me to &lt;b&gt;Naples, Florida&lt;/b&gt; (at 21), then I went to &lt;b&gt;Alexandria, Virginia&lt;/b&gt; for Onesoft.com (at 22), then to &lt;b&gt;San Francisco, California&lt;/b&gt; (at 23) when Hooked on Phonics moved me here. I ultimately wanted to be on the west coast, but I had to go through all the moves in my career to get here.  Now, I just despise moving. But I am glad that in each move, I have experienced and met new people. But for those who hasn't moved that much, do you ever feel that you get so absorbed in your immediate surroundings? For example, my life started to just revolve around "The Marina" district of San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in Daly City, with all new things to explore... But since I don't have a car... I'm a bit limited to what this 'lil Manila has to offer... My theory is that since I have moved so much, I don't have many fears of "change". I don't mind picking up and just moving and totally changing my routine. Maybe I should elaborate on my reasons of moving, but the question is, "&lt;b&gt;Do you feel like you can pick up and move if you wanted to?&lt;/b&gt;" If not, do you travel a lot to see "what is out there" (if that is what you are interested in)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7251085?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7251085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7251085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7251085' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7161056</id><published>2001-11-15T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-15T19:37:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;what pick-up lines?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning to post much regarding this topic because only a handful of people have picked me up before.  Hmm.  Not much experience in that department.  Kind of ashamed of it, i guess.  At Bern's urging, however, i figured i could at least say something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing that a guy ever did to hit on me wasn't so much that he had actual pick up lines, but that his delivery was really smooth.  He was just so suave and sincere.  I would try quoting him, but it wouldn't do any of his words any justice on a computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really, it's not about the pick up lines, it's about the sincerity and the delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7161056?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7161056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7161056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7161056' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7158440</id><published>2001-11-15T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-15T17:32:31.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.. waiting for joan diesel... guuuurl, where ya at?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, now that i think of it, i didnt really answer my own question too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7158440?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7158440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7158440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7158440' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7132521</id><published>2001-11-14T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T19:03:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Not so smooth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, forgot about that! But I still don't consider it a "pick-up" ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera is in the shop for two weeks :-( So I guess I won't be "picking" anyone "up!" (maybe I need to cut down on the flirting?) - Nahhh! I'll stop the flirting when I meet the right girl (when i'm "ready") haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl pick-up techniques&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most guys are "easy" I mean, it is really up to the girl to choose the guy. But it isn't the pick-up that is important... Usually if the girl is successful at getting the guy to "hang out" with them. They try conspicuous things to try to "hook" them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they show you their favorite place (most likely near water -like a river, lake, or ocean) - this sets "the tone" And they talk about their dreams and passions, blah blah. Meanwhile, they are very close to you and comment on how awesome the evening is... Sometimes it is cool when girls set up the situation... Sometimes not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls and their "dream" locations... But then again, there is nothing like romance when you are in "the mood" -otherwise, it is pretty cheezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, next topic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7132521?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7132521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7132521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7132521' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7117368</id><published>2001-11-14T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T08:49:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;smooth moves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen Gary's pickup 'method' before. It was particularly used a lot in the Philippines.  It is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gary: Let me take a picture of you with my digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Ok.*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: Here, do you want to see the picture? *Shows pic on digital camera*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: Let me email it to you. What is your email address?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And *ch-ching*!! There it is! :) Seriously though, I don't think I've gotten any weird pickup lines. A couple of weeks ago I got "Ang ganda mo!" yelled to me from a couple of older, fobby, filipino guys while I was shopping at an outdoor mall. Other than that, the usual, 'can I call you?" type of things.  None of which are big with me because I don't like giving random people my number.&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/3202004-7117368?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7117368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7117368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7117368' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7111853</id><published>2001-11-14T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T01:40:08.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been such a long time since i've been in a scene where a guy would feed me some sort of pick up line... i used to get the norms :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you come here often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i call you sometime?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember getting any outrages ones, but some funny comments... well, i guess funny because they just sound so lame, ok, maybe they can be categorized as a pick up line :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;damn girl, you look so fine... mmm mmm mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey girl, why don't you shake your moves over here...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, ok wanna be homey.... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want to see are no pick up lines, but i don't think that's possible when a guy you absolutely don't know comes up to you to talk. i mean a pick up line is a way of starting a conversation sometimes, just can't be avoided. but it can be good way to break the ice if both parties are good humoured about it. just like what meesh says, a good, honest conversation with a guy would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... me? picking up guys... well, ok, i admit that i do flirt sometimes, depending on how i feel. i don't think i have any certain lines. if i want to talk to a guy at a club, i would just go up to him and ask him how's he doing, if he's having fun... if the conversation starts to continue on its own, great... if not, well then, either i'd ask the guy to dance or forget about it. but picking up guys just isn't my thing, so that scenerio hardly ever happens. i spend most of my time at a club just having fun, having a few drinks and dancing all night with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to comment though... when here in canada, or should i say vancouver, the "picking up" scene seems to be a little more subtle. what i've experienced, guys &lt;i&gt;shyly&lt;/i&gt; approach you. ask to buy a drink, to go dance... whereas, my experience with that states it's just down right scary at times. i've been grabbed at the arm, at the waist, or at the hand while walking through a club and having the guy say to me "hey baby, saw you walkin'. why don't you hang by me for a while?"... oh yeah, that'll really get me to stay, wow, what charm (ok, sarcasm). if i were to experience that at a club here in canada, it's usually because the guy is visiting from the states. &lt;i&gt;what is up with that?&lt;/i&gt; oooh, that could be another topic... but we'll leave that for some other time ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7111853?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7111853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7111853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7111853' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7111388</id><published>2001-11-14T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T01:08:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[OK, this will really be my last post in a blog for a long time. ;-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst (well, if not the worst, a REALLY bad one) pick-up line I got actually happened about a week and a half ago. I was out with &lt;a href="http://irms.blogspot.com" class="link"&gt;Irma&lt;/a&gt; and a couple people from work.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: (standing at the bar, waiting for my drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: (tapping my shoulder) You probably get this a lot, but are you on A-Channel? [local news station in Edmonton]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Actually no, that's the first I've heard of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You look like that reporter on A-Channel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sidenote: the reporter is Chinese, has long hair, and doesn't wear glasses. Uh yeah, i can really see the resemblance? =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Sorry, but that's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: (shaking his head, like I'm lying or something) Are you on TV at all? I could've sworn I've seen you before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (although somewhat flattering i'm thinking, give it up already) No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy shrugs his shoulders and walks off. Then about 10 minutes later is hitting on one of my co-workers who is all over him? [Guess he must've used a good line on her. ;-)]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;As for the best scenario, I agree with Gary about having a good conversation with the person. I've had a few good encounters, but I can't really remember what happened (it's been a while since I've had a good conversation with a complete stranger -- not that I talk to &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; strangers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for using lines on guys, I don't use them. If I do say anything that's close to a line, it's more of a witty comment I make during the course of the conversation and I usually don't remember them afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On what to see/what not to see? I would like to see more "nice" guys to have good conversations with. Not just "What do you do?" or "What do you do in your spare time?" or better yet "Where are you from?" I realize that these are the initial questions that guys ask, but sometimes it just ends there and you're left thinking &lt;i&gt;"WTF?"&lt;/i&gt; I definitely don't want to see older guys giving you the once over like they've never seen a girl before? And they're usually slimy looking too (why is that?). Yuck! I'm not saying that these guys have hit on me, but just their presence freaks me out. Speaking of which reminds me of this one time I was out with Irma [I'm seeing a pattern here. hehe. Just kidding ;-)], and this old Asian guy was looking at me. I didn't think too much of it at first, but I noticed that he kept following me around the club. He wasn't right in my face or anything, but he was always about 3 feet away from me. If I happened to move to another area, he'd be right there. Ugh! What's with these old guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7111388?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7111388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7111388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7111388' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7110995</id><published>2001-11-14T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T09:55:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what were the girls lines that were used on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh, and i'm not looking for a "line" specifically.... more like a funny/interesting situation ... kinda like &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://cloudnihne.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_cloudnihne_archive.html#5006598" target="_blank"&gt;mine back in august&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7110995?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7110995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7110995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7110995' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7110942</id><published>2001-11-14T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T00:22:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Look at her until she stares back...call her over using only one finger (logically, use the one next to your thumb!)... IF she comes over....say "I made you come here with just one finger, imagine what I can do with two".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ballericons.com/icon/35360.gif" align="left" hspace="5"&gt;Personally I never used one in real life... I guess what works the best is just have a good conversation with a girl. Start with a hello, or a hi to see if they are approachable. Then start a converstion. But never have I ever just come up to a girl and start dancing up all on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I meet girls through mutual friends. But if there was any one line that was successful most of the time, it was just asking for what you want - no need for a cheezy line. For example, establishing a mode of communication - Phone number, or email address... I would think twice about a girl that would be "that easy" to "pick up" with just a line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls on the other hand have some funny ass pick-up techniques! Maybe if I have the time, I exlain a few... Let's just say some girls are all about the "right setting" or "environment"... Like they took time to actually "plan" the encounter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7110942?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7110942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7110942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7110942' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7110695</id><published>2001-11-13T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T23:57:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i have one.... maybe not so deep this time, a little more on the fun side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what is the best/worst pick-up line/scenario you've had...? what worked? what didnt?... what would you gals like to see/ not see?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and gary, i'd like to hear any stories of the approaches you've tried that failed/ that were successful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7110695?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7110695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7110695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7110695' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7105136</id><published>2001-11-13T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T19:23:47.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOAN DIESEL!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7105136?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7105136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7105136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7105136' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7104652</id><published>2001-11-13T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T20:22:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, can i comment on gary's comments before we move on?... [you kinda deviated from leah's questions...i dont remember ever reading a question on being "ready"]..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I think right now, I may have too much baggage for a girl to handle. I mean, I travel way too much, and I believe women need "time" more than anything else."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, you call traveling "baggage"??... you must not have met some of the guys i've dated!!! (kid[s], ex-girl, ex-wife, baby's momma....) ... if anything, traveling is the least of any girl's concerns regarding "baggage" .. the fact that you HAVE a job is a good thing... and the traveling much might be something to work on for any relationship, but let me just tell you, you really dont have baggage....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ballericons.com/icon/33062.gif" align="left"&gt;i agree with leah on the communication and security issue, and you are right, time with the person is also required as well, but i think in order for people to have a successful relationship, there should be time for yourself too.. when you're a couple, i dont believe you have to be connected at the hip and ALWAYS have to be with each other... the time apart to be you is beneficial too. you should be able to identify yourself as your "self" not just as half of an entity that is a couple. i personally would not want my life to be solely dependent on my significant other. i'd like my "other half" to enhance my life as it is now... i like doing the things that i do (likha, hockey, friends, etc), and i'd want my s'nother (significant other) to share it and me to share in his.... although i'm finding that lately guys may think i'm a tad too busy for them to fit in my busy bee schedule... but then that's a whole other issue, i digress....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;trust should be there as well. that's the foundation for any relationship. but a LOT has to do with timing too... i've noticed that some relationships just dont seem to work out when the timing is off.... i think both have to be somewhat at the same place in life, want the same things, and are comfortable with each other and whatever "baggage", big or small [personally, small hand-carries are not too bad to deal with.. it's the ones with those HUGE balikbayan box baggage that tend to scare me off!!!], they carry with them....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Feelings are weird."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got that right. cant seem to say that they make sense either....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I think us guys have a better grip on "controlling" our feelings."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;was there some sort of class in school that you guys took that no one ever told us gals about????&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Forget the "let's be friends" right after a break up (that isn't going to benefical to you)."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's some truth in that. everyone needs some time to heal and move on. after that, it's okay to be friends. i've been fortunate enough to be friends with my ex-es. granted after the initial break-up, it was hard. but in the end, everything is all good in the hood....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7104652?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7104652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7104652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7104652' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7096537</id><published>2001-11-13T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T13:06:22.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANIE!!!!! :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7096537?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7096537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7096537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7096537' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7092105</id><published>2001-11-13T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T10:03:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ok, ok, my turn!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking the tradition to answer the below topic, excuse the tardiness :) but it's been kinda crazy! If it helps, I didn't even have time to write in my own blog for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think love just...happens. I've seen it just happen. Unfortunately in my case, it didn't just happen. Any amount of controlling and/or meddling and the natural occurrence is ruined.I think that if you have to try hard to make something happen then it wasn't right to begin with. I believe that if two people are meant to be, then circumstances will just make it so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: Gary's comments about tickling and poking, I think there's another side to it. If someone keeps poking you, yes, you might laugh. But the other side of it is that you can just get ANNOYED. :P I have seen that happen too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can control your feelings for another as well...because I think I have done it. Basically, I think of things about a person that I don't like. Maybe that is wrong but it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an ex who said always said he loved me but wanted to do 'certain things' that I wasn't ready for...he said that it was just the way he showed love. In the end we broke up and I'm pretty sure that one of the reasons was because he couldn't control his 'love.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all I'm going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, am I supposed to come up with a topic now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7092105?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7092105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7092105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7092105' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7082732</id><published>2001-11-13T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T00:48:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ok my turn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's the tradition for the person who posts the topic to be the last to comment but &lt;i&gt;bev&lt;/i&gt;? where are you? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;love feeling by choice?/can it be controlled?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, most girls i've noticed would say no... &lt;i&gt;love is an uncontrollable feeling and it just tends to happen&lt;/i&gt;... i have to say that i &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to believe that. i have learned that love is an emotion that indeed could be controlled somewhat. you are faced with a situation in a relationship where falling for someone is not an option yet spending your time with that person is still something that you would like to continue,  as long as you can think more with your head than with your heart, it can be done. trust me, i have had a number of debates about this with my other friends, but it's something that i truely believe in. this may sound a little cold-hearted, but i guess it's a form of defense that i have. [hmmm, can i be any more strange, hehe :)] i'm not saying that there would absolutely be no feeling involved as feelings is part of the formula to any sort of relationship whether it be attraction or genuine caring. i'm just saying, anything deeper than that may be controlled when your head is in the right place, rather in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;gary's comments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking as a woman, i have to say that "time" is important, i agree... but for me, communication is much more important. "time" is not so much. as long as the guy can communicate where the relationship stands, "time" is not necessary as long as there is security. what i'm saying is that, if i were to be with a guy who doesn't have time for me but has expressed that he cares and wants to be with me, then his time would be valuable no matter how little he may have as i would understand why his time would not be available at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for being friends after the relationship is over... i would somewhat agree, i mean, i'm still friends with my &lt;i&gt;first love&lt;/i&gt; but it took about 8 years of off and on "keeping in touch" before we could really be friends again. as for the current one, the friendship seems to going well, as long as we don't see each other. ah, the wonders of online chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, next topic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7082732?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7082732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7082732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7082732' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7082407</id><published>2001-11-13T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T00:17:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think us guys have a better grip on "controlling" our feelings. But in reality, I think some guys get hit "harder" than girls. It isn't often that us guys really let our emotions go, but when we do "fall in love" some of us &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; fall. I guess girls are more used to that "love" feeling? I think women actually think about it more, where as us guys try to redirect our feelings when need be. Have you ever met a guy that had been burned by that "one" girl, and it has changed his outlook on women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can love be controlled?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I think with my mind first, then heart... My logic serves as "the wall." For example, "Hmmm, could I possibly see myself with this person?" Etc... But, when you start dating exclusively, part of that wall has been lowered (since the decision was made to move forward). Once the girl reaches the 51% mark of acceptance, then your heart can easily take over logic -to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: When a guy first meets a girl, there is that physical attraction scan. He may like a brunette, or blonde. Athletic or slim... But after that, the personality must match what the guy is attracted to. Go on a few dates, and reach up to 50%... That 1% is that decision if she is still worth persuing because there is a possible long term relationship out of it... Once that mark has been reached, it is almost impossible to turn feelings "off" unless something really bothersome distracts the guy. But that "something" has to be distracting enough to interfere with his fundamental beliefs. Maybe he discovers she some sort of murderer? Well, you get the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Control feelings for another?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I really fell in love, I didn't want to "control" my feelings. Well, I tried, but I was first infatuated with this person. This may sound sad, but I never let my feelings get too far with the girls prior to her. I think the reason why I haven't been dating lately is because when I was dating recently, girls our age seem to be looking for "the one" So in a way, I am "controlling" my potential to fall for someone, until I'm "ready" - Ready as I don't really have time to commit to a relationship (I gotta take care of myself before I can take care of her). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look at this analogy. Guys who are ticklish say that can control their laughter when poked. Some can hold it (depending on their mood), but keep on poking and he's bound to laugh.... Wow, I just made that up :-) Well, it makes sense to me! hehe... (I pause to celebrate my self revalation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A comment on "ready"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to comment on this... I think right now, I may have too much baggage for a girl to handle. I mean, I travel &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; too much, and I believe women need "time" more than anything else. Time to be with someone. To be loved, to be held, to just be together. And right now, I can't provide that essential part in a relationship. I think that is why my last relationship failed because she couldn't see past the work of what I was trying to lead up to. (I guess I wasn't much of an investment). She wanted something now. Something she could be sure of. Trust is built on spending quality time with a person. For all she knows, I could be out there starting "franchises" - Fight Club reference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm ready. I want to be able to spend "time" with her (whoever that may be). And just &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; I might find some time to "date" with "my new found freedom" ;-) (That is if I even remember how!) hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I need to focus on my goals. They always say you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ballericons.com/icon/34291.gif" align="left"&gt;So if you want to move on and not dwell over someone, you have to find things to keep your mind occupied. And at all costs, try not to be at home doing nothing. Because nothing ends up to "thinking about that feeling" The fastest way to healing is to remove all references to this person. Forget the "let's be friends" right after a break up (that isn't going to benefical to you). You need time to heal "without him" And then, when your emotions are not all outta whack, you can persue the friendship (or you can get in a bad cycle)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7082407?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7082407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7082407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7082407' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7069897</id><published>2001-11-12T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-12T14:45:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i agree with bern diesel regarding the current topic on love. *ching*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7069897?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7069897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7069897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7069897' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7067660</id><published>2001-11-12T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-12T13:26:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh by the way, this is probably a delayed reaction, but i like the "sinabi ni [insert name here]" idea for the author post, but since the title is "she said, he said" i thought it would be cool to leave it as "[insert name here] said:" to be consistent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although maybe when more guys (hint hint hint hint nudge nudge nudge) start a-blogging... we'll change title to "sinabi nila" and correspond with the "sinabi ni [insert name here]" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts? &lt;font size="1"&gt;[not taking away from deep thought topic, but thought i'd address a lil admin issue here...]&lt;/font&gt; .. okay, carry on... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7067660?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7067660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7067660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7067660' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7067145</id><published>2001-11-12T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-12T13:16:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heavy topic again?! man, we're so deep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is love a feeling by choice?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ballericons.com/icon/35311.gif" hspace="5" vspace="5" align="left"&gt; hm. i dont think so. you cant choose who you love. feelings just tend to happen....this is probably why us nice girls fall for the wrong guys... =P  this is occurs in the same sense as making yourself love somebody... if you don't feel it, dont force it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can it be controlled?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think you can control love. granted i'm sure you [not you in particular, you, in general] may have feelings of love for a certain someone, and you wouldnt be able to control feelings for them... but i think the thing you CAN control is how you REACT towards them.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like say you like some guy. and he has a girlfriend. maybe you've even fallen for him. you cant control your feelings, but you can control yourself by not ACTING on that love... ACTING on it might be like maybe breaking them up to be with him or something to that effect. anyways if you loved the dude and he was with some girl that he was happy with, wouldnt it be enough to show that you care by NOT breaking them up? you love him enough that you want him to be happy? ... anyways that was just one example of "control". while you cant turn off your feelings, you can probably "withhold", if you will, acting on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;if not love, can you control your feelings for another?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see previous answer. i think i pretty much agree with mich in her entry, and i think i might have just reiterated what she said.... but yeah. feelings are not faucets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks sometimes, doesnt it?! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7067145?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7067145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7067145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7067145' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7029459</id><published>2001-11-10T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T22:10:28.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooooooh, another &lt;i&gt;deep&lt;/i&gt; topic. Is this because we're all single and we're trying to get perspective from everyone else? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a feeling of affection that develops over time. It just happens. There's no set date or time on when it will happen. It just &lt;i&gt;happens&lt;/i&gt;. One does not wake up one morning and tell themselves that they're going to love the first person they see. The whole notion of "our eyes met across the crowded room and it was love at first sight" can't possibly be true love. Rather it's more of "I really, really, really like him/her at first sight." Thus the confusion between love and infatuation. When you initially meet someone, you are attracted to them. Physically, you know you like them. How they are mentally, emotionally, or personality-wise has yet to be determined. Which is done over a period of time. Although there are those rare cases where people who "met each other for the first time" ended up getting married, they did so because their love developed over time. They did not &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; each other at the first meeting and get married the next day. Some might even go as far as to say that, as soon as they met the other person, they knew they loved them. But did they really feel that way initially? Or is it because of the fact that they're in a loving relationship now, and they're basing it on the initial meeting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is love a feeling by choice?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can interpret this a couple of ways. Either as (a) does one choose to feel the emotion of love (whether it be love towards another person or love from another person)? or (b) does one choose to love a person or not? (a) Love is unconditional. Emotions are not chosen. Once love has been established, it's just there. (b) I don't think you &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; to love a person. That would be like saying "I've decided to love (or not to love) you." Rather, you choose the person to love. Whether or not that person loves you back can only be determined by what goes on during the course of the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can it be controlled?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Unfortunately, love is not something we can switch on and off. We can't really say "Oh look, it's 8:30. I can love you now, but I'll have to turn it off in half an hour." (And this is not to get love confused with sex either). OK, so I'm being facetious, but you get my point. Though you may hear of people "falling out of love," it's not because they had control of it and switched it off, it's because certain elements were lacking in the relationship. Because of the amalgamation of emotions that are involved with love, the feeling of love can't be controlled. Mind you, I don't think emotions in general can be controlled either. I'm sure everyone at some point has been on an "emotional roller coaster." Were you able to control your feelings then? Probably not. For example, if you knew someone who had a baby and at the same time someone had passed away, you don't say to yourself that you'll be happy with the birth and melancholy with the death. The feelings just surface. They are reactions to situations which are out of your control, hence the feelings are uncontrolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If not love, can you control your feelings for another?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no. In addition to what I mentioned above, you may also tell yourself that you want or don't want to feel a certain way towards another person (whether it be happy, sad, angry, etc.), but then that becomes a battle between your mind and your heart. And most of the time, if not all, the mind and the heart are in disagreement. Although your using your mind to control your emotions, your mind does not actually control them. Have you ever been choked up that even though you tried to hold back the tears, they still came down? (I know, I'm such a girl =P). The point is, even though I tried to "control" the emotion with my mind, I still felt it. I couldn't stop that feeling from surfacing. So really, I had no control over my feelings. Which is why I think feelings cannot be controlled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7029459?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7029459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7029459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7029459' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7012851</id><published>2001-11-10T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T03:40:30.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. this blogging thing is getting pretty good. to get everybody's insight on all these topics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yup it's 3:30am and i'm still up. can't say i enjoy my bouts of insomia but oh well, what to do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through these past few weeks or so, i've gone through some epiphanies of my own. about myself and my life. life is full of choices, as i always say. throughout certain relationships, emotions have been uncontrollable and controllable. which brings me to the next topic of discussion that i'm interested in what you guys have to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;is love a feeling by choice? can it be controlled? if not love, can you control your feelings for another?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7012851?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7012851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7012851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7012851' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7012314</id><published>2001-11-10T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T02:38:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Now finally my response... After this, I wonder who is going to start the next topic!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ballericons.com/icon/18691.gif" alt="pinoy" hspace="5" vspace="5" align="left"&gt;I was a devil child growing up... My Lola feared that I was going to grow up a very bad bad boy because they had so much trouble with me when I was around 5. So I have experienced the belt many times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Challenges growing up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 9 years of my life was basically in Germany. I had a black best friend, Nathan; a mexican best friend, Roger; and a filipino/german best friend, Torsten. They were all in different stages of my life and different places I lived in in Germany. Back then, I never really thought about being Filipino. I just liked the fact that my parents always threw parties and I had lots of people to play with around me. At the time, I really didn't care too much for food either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I moved to South Carolina that I started realizing how "different" I was. You see, in Germany, all the Military kids were from all over the place. So it was very similar to the diversity of a University. Well, that wasn't the case for Socastee High School. I was basically the "token" asian guy in the school. Why is it that they depict us as the "only asian guy" in movies? &lt;i&gt;Sixteen Candles&lt;/i&gt; anyone? Or better yet, &lt;i&gt;American Pie&lt;/i&gt;. I swear they took that MILF term from us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was a freshman in High School, I kinda dreamed that I wasn't Filipino and more like my friends (&lt;i&gt;The Debut&lt;/i&gt; anyone?). Then I realized that it is okay to be different. It didn't matter what I looked like or where I was from. In fact, I liked the fact that I was "unique." High school was some of the best years I ever had... My parents were strict too, but they lightened up after awhile... &lt;i&gt;Puktangina and Gusto mo palo&lt;/i&gt; was more commonly heard when I was in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How have your views changed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College got even better for me. I was still literally the "token asian guy" I felt like I had to "try harder" than the others because I was different. But I was okay with it, I started to spend more time on my career goals than anything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I moved to San Francisco, I was almost taken back... I was no longer the "only filipino" But I wanted to immerse myself in this new found "culture" I was experiencing. I joined &lt;a href="http://www.likha.org" target="new"&gt;Likha&lt;/a&gt;. I felt that there was so much for me to learn about my cultural background. I mean, I can barely understand tagalog and that bothers me. I am Filipino American, but I feel I know so much more about being "American" The unfortunate thing is that my ex (Cara) made me feel so "UnFilipino" (She's basically a silver spoon fed FOB). And the way she made me feel is that she was way to concerned with what other people thought. She found many opportunities to find faults in me. Being that "i'm too fat" or "you look stupid doing that" or "you are being to loud", etc. Maybe she was trying too hard to conform me into someone that she believes her friends in the Philippines would like? But I learned that not all Filipina's are like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest challenge for me recently was to see how I fit in this whole new "culture" I am experiencing here in California. But I have come to terms that I don't need to try to "fit in" a particular niche of a "filipino american". In fact, I recently feel quite at ease that I have come better comfortable with who I am as an individual. I don't even "try" anymore. I'm more concerned with my personal and professional goals to worry about where "i fit in" - It is more like the "been there done that" feeling I have now... One of my personal goals is to learn Tagalog... Maybe experience living in the Philippines for awhile... Gotta wait for the "big change" and "new found freedom" first. That goal is almost reached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marrying a Filipina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be very ideal. In fact that is so &lt;i&gt;Ideal&lt;/i&gt; that my entire family expects me to. I'm the oldest of all my cousins on the Cruz side. When I was growing up, uncles, aunts, -everyone basically said that I should marry a Filipina. "White girls just want your money and they'll leave you. They also turn ugly when they get older" (sounds very filipino huh?). Well, there are many &lt;a href="http://www.garycruz.com/thedonger/relationships/rightone.html" target="new"&gt;things I look for&lt;/a&gt;... But I do feel attracted to Filipinas that have qualities that I lack... IE, tagalog, etc. I know I may be extremely limiting myself, but it is almost similar to saying I will only marry a catholic. There is just this unseen understanding... I look beyond just the physical, but the psychological implications. There is just that understanding that people of the same culutre "just understands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me is that when I say that I am interested in a girl. My parents really could care less (they just want me to be happy - &lt;i&gt;and married&lt;/i&gt;), but my extended family (titos and titas) starts going through the barrage of questions... &lt;i&gt;Is she filipina? Where does she go to school? Does she have a good job? Does she cook? etc&lt;/i&gt;. It is really frustrating because they don't ask me what I personally find interesting &lt;i&gt;within&lt;/i&gt; the person. But I found that my caucasian friends do that too. I don't think we should be defined by school, career, or whatever. Honesty, whole hearted goodness, faith, and family values is what I really look for (besides a great set of legs) - sorry, had to throw that in :-) But if I was to add to my wish list, I'm a sucker for skirts and midriffs for some reason? Too bad I let my last girlfriend get me on that one! Maybe it is because the one before her never really wore them! lol! (Maybe this is also because Bern decided to send me &lt;a href="http://www.leh.net/~jolene/htm/images.htm" target="new"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; before I started to update this!) - so my mind isn't in the right place right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that is my 2 cents at 2:19am! And I have a "Mayhem" class tomorrow morning in Karate Class. I'd like to challenge Bern, Joanie, or even Bev to try it &lt;a href="http://www.karate-one.com/schedule.html" target="new"&gt;one Saturday&lt;/a&gt; :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7012314?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7012314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7012314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7012314' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7011928</id><published>2001-11-10T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T01:32:06.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Challenges.  Hmm, well, as the preceding contributors have stated, I experienced the strict upbringing--fear of the tsinelas, eck eck eck.  No belt.  ever.  I'm lucky i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Filipina in high school was tough.  I grew up in an upper middle class white community.  Welcome to Clayton Valley.  Suburban surrender.  &lt;i&gt;ahh yes, the cynicism comes out to play when it's 1:30&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*  So it was difficult because i didn't feel like i could relate to anybody.  Nobody understood what i meant by "big family" or why it was such a big deal for me to be asked to go to Homecoming when i was a teensy 9th grader.  So i suppose my parents were conservative, but not to an irrational, sheltered, fear of the unknown extent.  My parents knew what was going on, haha.  But i did find it annoying not to be able to get out of the house on weekends when I was a junior.  A midnight curfew even on Senior Ball night was annoying too.  oh well.  I still bring that up with my mom and her opinion remains unchanged.  She retorts "nothing good happens after 12.  If something happened to you, we'd look like the clueless parents who have no control over their kids.  It's not you I'm worried about...it's everyone and everything else."  She's got a point...but it was &lt;i&gt;senior ball&lt;/i&gt;.  Oh well.  I still had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the pinoy husband idea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with a bunch of white kids and was shocked by Berkeley's gamut of ethnicities :: "ooh, indian people."  So i haven't befriended many filipinos--boys nor girls.  In any case, of the pinoy boys i have met that are my age, i just don't feel drawn to them.  They all seem kind of too boyish for my taste.  Maybe it's because height implies maturity?  There's more to it than that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not eliminating any possibilities, but for now, i don't see myself marrying a filipino--only because i haven't met anyone that i've considered marriage material.  Well then again, i suppose if i'd met anyone, in general, that was marriage material, i wouldn't be single right now, haha.  It would be nice to be into a filipino though.  That would most probably solve the religion and culture problem  in one sweep.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7011928?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7011928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7011928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7011928' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-7010654</id><published>2001-11-09T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-09T23:18:41.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a heavy topic for a friday night....i'm finding that i will be writing a lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm kinda curious you girls' experience of being a "Filipino-American" or "Filipino-Canadian" What challenges have you faced growing up. How have your views changed? How important is it for you to marry someone who is Filipino? Do your parents feel like you should?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i going to be graded for how i answer? ;) feels like an essay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What challenges have you faced growing up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes the story of my life... do you have 27 years?!?! ... The challenges that I have faced (or at least ONE of them -- most of the other challenges leah, mich, and bev have already pointed out -- strict parents, the slipper/belt, respect, etc -- funny how we're in different parts of north america and yet we have experienced some of the same things....) as i was growing up filipina in america are the fact there are double standards. i am the youngest of two, and my older sibling happens to be a boy. i always hated it when my mom said i couldnt do certain things just cuz i was a girl. she didnt find it proper for me to just hang out with my kuya's friends. like it was taboo or something. i would be considered &lt;i&gt;malandi&lt;/i&gt;, flirtatious, un-ladylike, a tomboy, if you will, and ppl would loose respect for me as the "young innocent girl". also bothered me when i would come home late and she would get pissed off and say "your kuya was home a long time ago -- ang babae mong tao, gabi-gabi palagi kang umuuwi pag-hating gabi!!!!" to the point where it was like "what will the neighbors think?!?!" like come on! we're not in the philippine barrio anymore. not everyone is going to be talking about what i did last night and how late i stayed out!! the neighbors dont care as long as you dont make noise when they are sleeping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that i realized when i was in the philippines these last couple of times was the fact that the neighborhoods and communities were so small that everyone knew everybody's business. i suppose my parents' mentality is the same, whereby if the neighbors see, it'll be around town by the next morning... "ay, si bernadette, umuwi siya kasama ng lalakeng itim kagabi! hindi ko alam kung siya ang boyprend niya!" 1) i dont see ppl here in the states talking that way 2) everyone does not sit at their doorstep watching ppl and their business as in the pi. 3) if i was with a "lalakeng itim" it was probably just alonzo....and that's kuya's bud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the whole point is the double standard just sucks. lately though it hasnt been as apparent. i think my parents were more worried back then that i wouldnt finish college, that i would get pregnant, that i'd be into all these drugs, hang out with the wrong ppl.... but now that i've survived that -- finished college, i have a pretty decent job, my own car, and activities that dont get me into trouble, i think they're just waiting for that knight in shining jeepney to whisk me away and take care of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How have your views changed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... hm... since i was i kid, i got taller. so i can see over the sink now..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;j/k&lt;br /&gt;what specifically about my views changed? do you mean my views on challeges? how i perceive myself as filipino? i'm not sure i understand this question... maybe i answered it in the question before this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How important is it for you to marry someone who is Filipino?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i think i would like to marry someone who is filipino, &lt;i&gt;ideally&lt;/i&gt;, but i'm not closing my doors to other races.. i think that since we're living in america, it might be a little idealistic to think you will end up with someone of your same ethnicity, especially since it's the "melting pot"...... but at the same time i think it would be really cool and &lt;i&gt;lucky&lt;/i&gt; to end up marrying someone filipino... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do your parents feel like you should?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. yes. yes. oh and did i forget to mention... yes? i am sure they want me to marry someone filipino. they are very conservative and somewhat old fashioned. even my brother says it's better to marry filipino [he's dated outside of race too..but of course he married a filipina]. the culture is the same so the understanding is the same. hm while i agree with them in that sense, i'm not dead set on that. you just never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-7010654?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7010654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/7010654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7010654' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6997323</id><published>2001-11-09T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-09T11:47:42.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;ugh. work sucks. =P i will answer this question later. havent had time to think today. =(&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/3202004-6997323?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6997323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6997323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6997323' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6996076</id><published>2001-11-09T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-09T09:38:34.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;more thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this... perhaps it would be "ano sabi sha?"... hehe&lt;br /&gt;anyways, just wanted to add a few more things as this topic can be pretty interesting...&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;a href="http://michellem.blogspot.com"&gt;meesh&lt;/a&gt; pointed out... the respect thing was something that was taught with my sister and i. but with an interesting twist. as a filipino child growing up, you are brought up to respect your elders. there are signs of respect everywhere... little brothers/sisters calling older brothers/sisters "kuya/ate" in tagalog or "manong/manang" in ilongo... going to see "lola/lolo" and doing the "bless" thing with their hand... force feeding yourself everything on your plate as they keep piling the food on saying how skinny you are... saying "salamat po"... "opo"... and so on and so on... my interesting twist? well, when it's a "do as i say, not as i do" thing and still show me the respect because I AM older than you.&lt;br /&gt;as for the whole asian confusion thing... sometimes it can be fun... it's been guessed that i'm either japanese, chinese, hawaiian, spanish, indonesian, and i think that's it. i remember one time i was working at the mall and some lady goes to me "you are filipino, right?" "yes, i am..." "and you're from the visayas, aren't you?" i thought wow, this woman is good for not being filipino herself, she was actually caucasian... "uh, yeah, well, my parents are.... dad is from patotan, and my mom from hiniauay (sp?)..." "kinda figured that, visayan people are beautiful people, i think it's the strong spanish blood in them... i can see that in you..." hehe, man, i love that story... :) &lt;br /&gt;oh but then, there are the bad stories... like one time i was working in superstore and some lady was trying to return something she obviously used and started yelling at me. i tried to explain to her calmly the situation... product used + no receipt = cannot return... but she freaked saying how ridiculous it was and she wanted to talk to a supervisor.. well, unfortunately for her, i was supervising that day... she got frustrated and yelled at me "you stupid chink... open your eyes..."... oh, with that i lost it... calmly i stated to her "well, ma'am... my eyes are indeed wide open... and if yours were, you would see that i'm not chinese... regardless i don't have to stand that kind of comment..." eh, didn't know what else to say but with that, her face just lost expression and she gathered her things and left... apparantly my response got her to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6996076?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6996076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6996076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6996076' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6996075</id><published>2001-11-09T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-09T09:38:30.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;my story (do I get bonus points? :) )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handang handa ako para sa topik na 'to! Para sa akin, mahal na mahal ko ang kultura ko. Ang mga magulang ko ay lumaki rin sa Pilipinas, at pareho nga silang galing sa Plaridel, Bulacan. Kung pumunta ka doon, makikita mo na probinsiya talaga ang dating. Yung mga bahay ay maliliit lang, at lahat ng tao ay naka tambay lang buong araw. Pero yung mga pamilya doon ay malapit talaga, kahit na minsan nag tsitsismisan sila. Kahit na dito ako lumaki, makikita mo na parang ganoon din any pamilya ko dito, kaya ganoon din ang tingin ko sa pamilya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung maliit ako, yung mga magulang ko ay tulad din ng magulang nina Mich at Leah. Strict sila - pero di naman ako pinapaluan. Wala akong mga kapatid - nag-iisa lang ako.  Kaya, lagi nila akong binabantayan. Hanggang ngayon pa rin eh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan nga makikita mo na parang mas importante ang kultura sa tingin ng mga pilipino-americans kaysa sa mga pinoy na lumaki sa Pinas. Halimbawa, tungkol sa mga sayaw at awit pilipino, mas marami akong alam kaysa sa mga magulang ko! Makikita mo na kahit dito silang lumaki, gustong magaral ng pinoy-amerikans ng kultura nila. Pumunta ka lang sa mga eskuwelahan ang nagaaral sila ng tagalog, ng pilipino history, at gumagawa pa sila ng mga PCN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa akin, gusto ko talagang magpakasal sa isang pilipino - at hindi lang 'yon. Sana, marunong siyang magtagalog, at malakas sa kanya ang pamilya niya. Gusto ko kasi matuto yung mga anak namin magtagalog. Alam ko na nga, mahirap ngang turuan, pero kung parehong pinoy ang magulang, at least maririnig niya yung usapan namin araw-araw.  Kaya nga pilipino at mga syota ko dait, at pareho silang lumaki sa Pilipinas. (Hindi lang kami natuloy - basahin mo lang yung una kong blog at makikita mo kung bakit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At doon ay nagtatapos ang salaysay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3202004-6996075?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6996075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6996075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6996075' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6986035</id><published>2001-11-08T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-09T11:10:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[As per Leah's idea, perhaps this should say: "Ang sabi ni Michelle:"]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we get bonus points if we answer this in tagalog? hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenges growing up? That could be interpreted a couple ways. Challenges family-wise (similar to what &lt;a href="http://www.daisydigital.com/blogger.html" class="link"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt; mentioned), or challenges with the "outside world." Family-wise, I have to say that I've been very fortunate growing up. I was lucky in the sense that they didn't bring the "old ways" of the Philippines here. Sure my parents were strict (mainly my dad), but they were strict to a certain extent. They managed to instill certain values in us (me and my brother) without really saying much about it. It's kinda hard to explain. For example, I never had a curfew growing up. But I knew I had to be home by a certain time so that my parents wouldn't worry. It's all about the respect thing. You respect them and they will respect you. Not the other way around, how some kids think nowadays. I can relate to the &lt;i&gt;belt punishment&lt;/i&gt; Leah talked about, but that RARELY happened. And if it did, it was because it was something serious. Or at least my dad thought it was serious. Or because my dad just lost it, and again, it takes a lot for that to happen. The first experience I had with the &lt;i&gt;belt&lt;/i&gt; was when I was about 4 or 5. I had just started kindergarten and I didn't want to go to school. I think I made a big fuss about it and got upset, but my dad gave me something to be more upset about. As for challenges with the "outside world," I've come across a few. The big thing is that some people can't tell what nationality I am. And because I'm asain, they automatically think I'm Chinese or Japanese (funny how to some people, those are the only 2 countries that exist in Asia? Hmmm, maybe that's a topic for another time). But isn't that the case for most, if not all, asians? I'm digressing. Anyway, I've had some kids make fun of my nationality when I was younger. But kids will be kids. What gets me is the older people who know absolutely nothing about the Philippine culture, but yet make comments like they know everything? I remember having talking with a former co-worker about sports. We somehow got on to the subject of basketball and I happened to mention that filipinos are good basketball players, since basketball is one of their past times. He made a comment that the nets were probably lower than regulation because filipinos were so short. It was a good thing that he was further away from me because I would've clocked him one. I didn't appreciate that comment at all. Sure the majority of filipinos are considered short to "everyone else," but he didn't stop to think that maybe there are some tall filipinos too? Oh well. I just let it go. I knew he was too close-minded that I didn't bother to waste my breath to try and explain anything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for marrying a filipino, that's all up to me. Sure my parents would like me to marry a filipino, but they're open to other races. My take on it -- I'm not limiting myself. Besides wanting an all-around/well-rounded type of guy, it's important that I be able to expose our children to the Philippine culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be filipino and although I may not know too much about the history of the Philippines or participate in a lot of filipino activities, that doesn't make me less filipino. I am what I am. The main thing is that I have my family and relatives, and that's all that matters to me. The culture will always be a part of me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry for the long entry gals. You can blame it on &lt;a href="http://www.garycruz.com/thedonger/news/blogger.html" class="link"&gt;Gary&lt;/a&gt; for coming up with this topic. But aren't you glad I didn't answer in tagalog? hehehe.&lt;/i&gt; ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6986035?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6986035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6986035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6986035' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6984163</id><published>2001-11-08T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T21:39:39.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;another thought...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we should answer this question in tagalog... nah... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6984163?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6984163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6984163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6984163' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6983950</id><published>2001-11-08T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T21:43:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;my filipino heritage by leah villalobos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm about to write an essay for school... hehe&lt;br /&gt;challenges growing up -- having parents coming straight from the philippines, they have a tendency of bringing the "old school" ways with them... especially my dad... i'm sure a lot of you can relate with the belt for punishment... and for those of you who can't, you're lucky. man, when that belt was whipped out, you learned how to stand still, because if you ran, it would just hurt more. being only girls in the family, my dad tried to make my sister and i good "homemakers", we learned that we HAD TO clean after him, cook for him (when we were old enough), etc... and if we didn't, again that belt. being the first born, things were much more restricted for me (i.e. couldn't be out past 7pm on a school night all throughout high school, but that stopped in my senior year since my dad was mostly gone at that time on "business" trips and couldn't enforce or scare punishment on me)... another thing was that a marriage had to work no matter what, and i mean, no matter what... without going into too much detail, my mom was put through so much time and time again... and still stuck by my dad (but then again, that could be in any culture).&lt;br /&gt;views changed -- i don't know how they did... i just knew i didn't want to be in that kind of life... i wanted to be more westernized and not have to be a female controlled by "her man"... but again, not every family, i learned later, is like that...&lt;br /&gt;marrying a filipino -- i have to say i am biased on that... being involved with a filipino man for 7 years... the experience wasn't that great... i developed a bitterness that all filipino men are hot tempered, cheating, demanding men... and i have to say, a majority of filipino men are somewhat like that... but again, i've been tainted a little by my experience...&lt;br /&gt;my parents -- my mom doesn't care... as long as she knows we're happy... but to my surprise she hasn't liked any filipinos that i've dated (well, there were only 3 out of 5... one for less than a week-my first boyfriend in high school, one for a month, one for 7 years) not to say it's because they are filipino... it's just because they were boys that didn't treat me very well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6983950?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6983950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6983950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6983950' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6982988</id><published>2001-11-08T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T20:43:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>way to go guys re: the first topic!!!! yay joanie for picking a good one!!  &lt;br /&gt;aside from answering gary's new topic, the next step is to make the blog a lil bit less generic.... but i'll save that for a lil later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6982988?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6982988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6982988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6982988' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6982715</id><published>2001-11-08T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T20:35:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;New topic: How do you feel about your Filipino Heritage?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ballericons.com/icon/4716.gif" alt="filipino" hspace="5" vspace="5" align="left"&gt;I'm kinda curious you girls' experience of being a "Filipino-American" or "Filipino-Canadian" What challenges have you faced growing up. How have your views changed? How important is it for you to marry someone who is Filipino? Do your parents feel like you should? &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6982715?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6982715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6982715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6982715' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6979910</id><published>2001-11-08T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T21:54:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;oooh spicey topic...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... logically, the answer to the question would be no... but then again, i'm one for emotions before and sometimes, depending on how you feel, you want to convince yourself that he will change and he means well... so why not give it another try? in order to keep your sanity though, stay away from him... my life lesson learned, don't take him back until he can prove to you he has changed and that you know that trust can be rebuilt, but that hardly happens. i was in a similar situation, however, he lied to me about being with someone else... said he told me that to hurt me but was sorry and said he would change. so being that we've been in a relationship for as long as we have and that we share other things, like a daughter, i thought i would give it a try. but a relationship without trust is not ever going to last... and that's that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6979910?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6979910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6979910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6979910' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6979397</id><published>2001-11-08T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T17:16:50.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;one more thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just add to that because I reread it and realized that the 'getting burned' thing sounds harsh. :P but it's actually a saying that I got from somewhere. I realize there are exceptions to the rule, and people do change, but it's just important not wholeheartedly accept the 'I have changed' claim until he or she proves that he or she has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6979397?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6979397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6979397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6979397' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6979234</id><published>2001-11-08T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T17:12:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;my turn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh what an interesting topic. And that's what I thought you meant Joanie but if it wasn't, I was going to go off on a tangent anyway :) Both of my exes have been coming up lately (I mean, things remind me) and so this relates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you get burned once, it's not your fault, but if you get burned twice, then you have no one to blame but yourself. The first time, my ex broke up with me, and about a week later he was already talking to some other girl who I just KNEW he had a crush on. Boy did I go through this whole sadness, depression thing. Then a couple of years later, we started talking again and there was just this renewed relationship that was there, but not there at the same time. Then one day, it was 'hey I met a girl at a party and I really like her" and this time I felt angry - at myself, for letting him back in my life, only to have the story end the same way. (Boy do I hope someone's sister doesn't read this but if you do, I totally have nothing at all against you and I'm happy for you guys, I'm just telling the story the way it happened. We just weren't meant for each other). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with PI guy I kept on taking him back, believing that things would be different and that he had changed, until I got fed up with the same story. What does this have to do with cheating? Well, I have this suspicion that he has/had been cheating on me. Well, when you keep hearing from everyone that he's a flirt and that he lied to you about his ex girlfriend and this other girl emails him claiming she's pregnant from him and that he touched some girl's boob "against his will" what are you supposed to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, maybe I'm biased based on MY experiences, but that is my take on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6979234?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6979234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6979234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6979234' title=''/><author><name>bev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6978604</id><published>2001-11-08T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T17:15:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OK, what'd I miss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, all I did was go to the gym and I've already missed out on the first topic of discussion. Let's see, to answer the original question of whether or not to take back your significant other if they cheated on you, the answer is definitely NO! From the moment that you find out, the trust is completely gone. And there's no way to get that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Girl going back to Boy in less than 2 weeks, I can understand why she did (but I don't agree with it). When you're in a relationship, you develop a certain comfort level. It doesn't matter how long you've been in the relationship, you just have that comfort. Now to have that comfort there and then be gone, can be devastating. So if the opportunity presents itself, meaning getting the comfort level back, why shouldn't Girl take Boy back? She's on an emotional roller coaster and for all she knows taking him back might put things "back to normal" which we all know is not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing Girl and Boy, I think I can say that Girl trusted Boy from the get go. And that's OK. Some people are like that. Personally, I'm the same way. For the most part, I trust people until they give me a reason not to trust them. But once they break that trust, it's gone completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from experience, been there done that. But not in less than 2 weeks. When my ex told me he "needed his space", I knew part of it had to do with another girl. I asked him if that was the case and he said yes. Long story short, we took our "break" and decided to try it again after 6 months. But even then, things were already different. So we went our separate ways. We still keep in touch from time to time, but that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6978604?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6978604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6978604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6978604' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6976880</id><published>2001-11-08T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T15:38:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It wasn't me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ballericons.com/icon/3778.gif" alt="wasn't me" hspace="5" vspace="5" align="left"&gt;Well Girl just got played. It is a sad fact but true. Take it from a guy. I don't see how she can ever "trust" this guy. I mean, to know that he cheated on her and still be with this person. What is going to stop him from doing it again? For all he knows, it probably "lessened" (is that a word?) the severity of the offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect. But my feeling is that if he &lt;b&gt;truly&lt;/b&gt; loved her... He wouldn't have swayed. I have friends who were "players" but when they got married, that was it. No more playing around. But less than two weeks? I would &lt;i&gt;possibly&lt;/i&gt; understand after a year... I would be concerned about "Girl" because she apparantly feels like she can't do better. There's plenty of fish out in the sea... As for the girl, she is looking like the fool in this icon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6976880?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6976880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6976880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6976880' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6976686</id><published>2001-11-08T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T15:30:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been lucky enough that none of the guys i went out with (seriously, not just casual dating) cheated on me... (or if they did, the did a REALLY good job of hiding it from me.... but i think i would know if someone was..).. but if it were me, i would probably not take him back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. if they are staying together for the mere fact that they cant be alone, maybe that's not a good reason to be together.... as amanda jones said in "some kind of wonderful" -- "i'd rather be alone for the right reasons, rather than with someone for the wrong ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the foundation for relationships is trust. if you dont have that, then maybe the relationship is doomed from the start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if Girl said "maybe we should take a break.... from us" and Boy went out and slept with the hot girl from the copy place, i'm not sure that's forgivable. oh wait, that was on Friends. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6976686?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6976686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6976686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6976686' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6976423</id><published>2001-11-08T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T15:24:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;joan's reply to the cheating topic begins here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie...to take em back?  Being that i've been single all my life since 6th grade (my first boyfriend was named Nick--he wore glasses and had indigestion a lot.  I beat him at basketball.  It was a love hate kind of thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem*  So i came up with this topic because a friend of mine (now referred to as Girl) is dealing with it right now.  She'd been dating the guy (now referred to as "Boy") exclusively for a year.  Boy waited 2 months to tell Girl that he'd slept with another girl (Boy and Girl didn't have sex in their relationship).  And i know you're thinking, "ooooh, no no no" (shaking your head in chicken head fashion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, over the course of the past year i'd become really good friends with Boy and knew that he'd probably be the last person to be unfaithful, but well, shit happens i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if i ignore the fact that Boy is one of my friends, i totally think Girl should kick him to the curb.  Unfortunately, Boy and Girl live in the same apartment building, and they didn't even last more than 2 weeks apart--that's less than 14 days!  They're back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm concerned about Girl.  She was upset, angry, sad, eck eck eck right after she found out. And i was there to witness the screaming, crying, etc.  And now, she's back with him as though nothing's happened.  I worry about Girl's self respect.  She should commit herself to weaning herself off of Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my being single since 6th grade largely contributes to my inability to understand their dependence on each other.  But there is better love than that.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6976423?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6976423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6976423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6976423' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6976230</id><published>2001-11-08T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T15:11:24.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cheating is not cool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ballericons.com/icon/32587.gif" align="left" hspace="5" vspace="5" alt="first date"&gt;I have had way too many girls cheat on me (okay, Cara, Rhonda, and Wendy). I think one of the most fundamental aspects of a relationship is trust. If you do not trust each other, why be together? The three girls that cheated on me - I thought I could trust them (I am initially a trusting person) - but what I failed to do is become "friends first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to answer your question, I think getting back with someone after breaking up (with someone you loved) is a mistake. I think if a couple has decided to give up on a relationship and choose to break up instead of working through it, then possibly they were not meant to be. Too many people get into the cycle of breaking up and getting back together. Ultimately, it is the insecurity that brings them back to what is familiar. They tend to "forget" what bothered them in the first place, and once the gloss wears off (getting comfortable), they start to see the things that didn't annoy them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, a relationship should always be kept fresh. That is why I admire my parents. They still go out on dates. My dad buys her flowers, and I always see them hugging each other or holding hands. And I see it even more with my &lt;a href="http://www.garycruz.com/thedonger/2000/june/philippines/07-weddingday.html" target="new"&gt;Grandparents&lt;/a&gt;. God has someone in store for each of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once a break up happens, it is time to move on... And we can look back and learn from that experience...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6976230?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6976230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6976230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6976230' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6975854</id><published>2001-11-08T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T14:56:16.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you should just buy the whole hardcover set of harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting the chamber of secrets today... (i have an extra copy;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6975854?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6975854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6975854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6975854' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6975811</id><published>2001-11-08T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T14:54:25.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check out gary trying to be all cool. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6975811?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6975811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6975811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6975811' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6975795</id><published>2001-11-08T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T14:53:55.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay let me reword the question... [wake up leah!!!! ;) heheheheee]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If your significant other cheated on you, would you take them back or not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sound about right, joanie?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6975795?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6975795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6975795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6975795' title=''/><author><name>bernadette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6975746</id><published>2001-11-08T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T14:53:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.garycruz.com/thedonger/buttons/cruzface.gif" alt="hi there" align="left" hspace="5" vspace="5"&gt;I just got done reading the second Harry Potter book: &lt;i&gt;Chamber of Secrets&lt;/i&gt;. This too was a really good read! Now I can't wait to get my hands on the third book! I talked to Aaron last night and he is on the fourth book already! He even has a little book light so he can read at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing work either. I woke up at 4am to get ready to fly to Seattle. So now I am here surfing websites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6975746?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6975746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6975746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6975746' title=''/><author><name>Gary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03100774278128601473</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/_8S7NH5qpVIg/SXV9nOMHZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzDVkgErMA0/S220/IMG_0070.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202004.post-6975660</id><published>2001-11-08T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T14:48:51.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey that'd be cool... and icon per person's post... would that mean gary's would be ernie? &lt;br /&gt;infidelity? ok... kinda slow today, still having a slight hangover from last night... explain please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3202004-6975660?l=sinabinila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6975660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3202004/posts/default/6975660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinabinila.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6975660' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15235086961210058289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFbhoc8h6VU/THyL3n1AZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/8fW59i42ASk/S220/IMG_2625.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
