<?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-9376771</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:02:39.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Panther Files</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-112186717316320841</id><published>2005-07-20T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T06:50:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Comes in Threes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Three Names You Go By&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara&lt;br /&gt;Kaka &lt;br /&gt;Tongka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Screen Names You've Had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intentionally left blank … pa-mysterious effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lips&lt;br /&gt;Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Physical Things You Don't Like About Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logs … este legs pala&lt;br /&gt;Big tummy&lt;br /&gt;… and Big Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Parts of Your Heritage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy &lt;br /&gt;Chinese (ninuno)&lt;br /&gt;Spanish (ninuno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Things That Scare You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butiki&lt;br /&gt;moomoo&lt;br /&gt;late night phone calls (baka kasi emergency)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of Your Everyday Essentials&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celfone (makes me wonder how I survived before without this gadget)&lt;br /&gt;cologne or any light perfume&lt;br /&gt;lip balm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of Your Favorite Musical Artists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smpo, smmc and of course, mr. C &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of Your Favorite Songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit ika’y panaginip lang &lt;br /&gt;quando, quando, quando – Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;hold you down – J Lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Things You Want in A Relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, trust &amp; respect din (same talaga chie!)&lt;br /&gt;I also want the romance &amp; the surprises&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Lies and Truths in no particular order&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies:&lt;br /&gt;1. I’m a good singer&lt;br /&gt;2. I’m a good dancer&lt;br /&gt;3. I’m Kris … hehehe … masyadong showbiz diba … kaarek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truths: &lt;br /&gt;1. I laugh &amp; talk a lot (esp. when drunk, nervous, excited, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to host my own talk show&lt;br /&gt;3. I procrastinate a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broad shoulders&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of your favorite hobbies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;watching TV and movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things you want to do really badly now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacation&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;write my book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three careers you're considering/you've considered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk show host&lt;br /&gt;lawyer&lt;br /&gt;entrepreneur &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beach I haven’t been to&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok (where the shopping never ends)&lt;br /&gt;Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three kid's names you like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan (I think my sister will beat me to this)&lt;br /&gt;alex (unisex diba)&lt;br /&gt;bianca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things you want to do before you die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a family&lt;br /&gt;see the world&lt;br /&gt;leave a legacy (ambitious ba?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way I cross my legs&lt;br /&gt;my built &lt;br /&gt;I love boots and rubbershoes &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many bags&lt;br /&gt;so many shoes&lt;br /&gt;can’t get enough of shopping (kahit broke na … cge pa rin)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three celeb crushes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brad pitt&lt;br /&gt;Orlando bloom&lt;br /&gt;Richard gere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three people that I would like to see take this quiz now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;jing&lt;br /&gt;joanna&lt;br /&gt;...at kung sino pa ang may panahon ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-112186717316320841?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/112186717316320841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=112186717316320841' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/112186717316320841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/112186717316320841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-comes-in-threes.html' title='It Comes in Threes'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-112135455535201640</id><published>2005-07-14T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T08:22:35.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY (deep in my heart ... come on sing with me)</title><content type='html'>Paradise is here or nowhere: You must take your joy with you or you will never find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orison Swett Marden (1850-1924)&lt;br /&gt;Founder of Success magazine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-112135455535201640?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/112135455535201640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=112135455535201640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/112135455535201640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/112135455535201640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2005/07/joy-deep-in-my-heart-come-on-sing-with.html' title='JOY (deep in my heart ... come on sing with me)'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-111988262810499448</id><published>2005-06-27T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T07:30:28.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><content type='html'>The Lord is kind. He provides enough distractions to get my mind off things that if given the time, will make me sulk into despair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's blessings are sometimes disguised as distractions, such as the following that came my way:&lt;br /&gt;1. a new love interest&lt;br /&gt;2. a new adventure to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;3. a new enemy (I'm not really sure if this should be counted but I'm including it anyway for reasons that i cannot explain ...)&lt;br /&gt;4. a new job offer&lt;br /&gt;5. a new found friend&lt;br /&gt;6. the end of a term and the beginning of a new one&lt;br /&gt;7. a new business venture&lt;br /&gt;8. and so much more (but due to time constraint, this was all that I could think of at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for the gift of distractions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-111988262810499448?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/111988262810499448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=111988262810499448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111988262810499448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111988262810499448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2005/06/distractions.html' title='Distractions'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-111832804963603316</id><published>2005-06-09T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T07:45:18.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remnants of May and early June</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it is difficult to understand why certain events happen ... especially those that cause anxiety or pain. No matter how much you try to convince yourself that it can't be that bad or that it's bound to get better ... the feeling of anxiety and pain just refuses to go away. I keep on psyching myself that the Lord does not give a burden so heavy that you cannot carry it ... and then I remember the story of the ant and the missing contact lens. A hiker lost her contact lens while climbing the mountain. The chances of locating the contact lens was next to impossible. But her co-hiker saw this ant, moving quite slowly as compared to the rest of the ants ... and the story goes that the ant was carrying the missing contact lens. One of the mountaineers made a caricature of the ant saying, "Lord, I don't know why you're letting me carry this burden, but if this is what you want me to do, then I will." And maybe, just maybe, we may be carrying these burdens because we are supposed to help not only ourselves but others as well, in the process. I feel so much nicer thinking of burdens in this light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much has happened over the weeks or even months of blog silence. There's a lot to write about, but I couldn't muster the courage to do my postings. There have been endings (some happy and some that are not so happy) and there are new beginnings. There has been denial and acceptance ... and while I will often be associated with laughter, tears came to me too. I still dare to ask why ... and for some reason, the reply that I still get is why not. Do I stop there? For now, maybe. I honestly want to stop saying that I'm ok now, because I'm not. And while I am earnestly wishing that there could be somebody there for me now in this moment of my life ... I think that this is something I have to go through on my own. I want to stop the rush ... to actually believe that some matters are best left on its own ... that the good things will find its way to me. I want to let go ... and to stop being afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still dreams waiting to be realized. There's still hope and probably, second chances. And tonight, I will sleep with a wonderful thought ... that tomorrow is bound to better ... and if I get lucky, the anxiety and the pain might just fade away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-111832804963603316?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/111832804963603316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=111832804963603316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111832804963603316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111832804963603316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2005/06/remnants-of-may-and-early-june.html' title='Remnants of May and early June'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-111424768035114855</id><published>2005-04-23T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T02:14:40.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me?</title><content type='html'>When I hated you, you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;When I did you wrong, you did good unto me.&lt;br /&gt;When I gave up, you came along and picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can say is thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can wonder is why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I drank too much, you put me in a treatment center.&lt;br /&gt;When I was promiscuous, you protected me from disease.&lt;br /&gt;When I judged others, you showed me my need for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can say is thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can wonder is why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my sins I spit on you and mocked you,&lt;br /&gt;In my rage I nailed you to a tree&lt;br /&gt;In your pure love you didn't spit back,&lt;br /&gt;You just looked up and prayed for me.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can say is thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can wonder is why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is as simple as your beloved name&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, the Lord, who saves me from my shame.&lt;br /&gt;Abba, the one who makes it rain on me again.&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit, the one who heals me and makes amends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me? because i'm bad, and I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Why me? because I failed, and couldn't save myself.&lt;br /&gt;Why me? because YOU WANTED TO, and that's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Erin Broussard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sent to me by one of my egroups and after reading it, I knew I just had to post it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-111424768035114855?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/111424768035114855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=111424768035114855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111424768035114855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111424768035114855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-me.html' title='Why Me?'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-111408008773929444</id><published>2005-04-21T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T03:41:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>The moment of truth has arrived. For years, I have waited ... and actually feared that this particular love story of mine will not have a happy ending. But then again, because I half expected this moment would come ... I was prepared and was a real good sport in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, this is it ... closure ... what I was actually asking from God ... and He gave it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I console myself with these words:&lt;br /&gt;"If we lose something, we lose it for a reason. That reason might be hard to understand but whatever it is ... we just have to believe that God takes away when He has something better to give."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another love story has just ended ... and yet, there will be another one ... and perhaps, it will end happily this time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-111408008773929444?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/111408008773929444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=111408008773929444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111408008773929444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111408008773929444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2005/04/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-111226855563651967</id><published>2005-03-31T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T03:29:15.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, Quando, Quando</title><content type='html'>A few days back, the man of my dreams (and this I mean literally) just asked me when we will get married. We were probably too drunk then ... we really didn't know what was going on ... but the question popped out of nowhere. I didn't know how to react then, and all I can remember now was that I smiled at him as though my bright tomorrow has just arrived. That was our moment and now, it's just a memory that probably means nothing at all ... now. Somehow, I wished that there was tinge of seriousness when he said what he said ... that he meant every word of it. What's a girl to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the song plays on my mind ... tell me when will you be mine ... quando, quando, quando ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-111226855563651967?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/111226855563651967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=111226855563651967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111226855563651967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111226855563651967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2005/03/quando-quando-quando.html' title='Quando, Quando, Quando'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-111029266488910452</id><published>2005-03-08T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T06:37:44.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a month of blog silence comes ...</title><content type='html'>I've been hearing too many Julia Fordham songs today. And it keeps on playing over and over again in my mind ... that &lt;strong&gt;love moves in mysterious ways&lt;/strong&gt;, sounds familiar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to more than a month of blog silence? I guess so much. I've been to heaven and hell and back again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love still confuses me. I'm beginning to wonder if it's eluding me. Just when I almost thought and felt that the "one" has arrived, he suddenly disappears as though there were no moments even shared. Or maybe, they were really just moments and nothing more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the mysterious &lt;strong&gt;exes&lt;/strong&gt; appear out of nowhere ... now untouchable but present in my life once again. What was once non-existent has come back to my life unwelcomed. I convince myself that I'm over though ... and right now, I don't have to convince myself ... because I am really over what was. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I look forward to meeting the love doctor ... Hitch, perhaps. Maybe, he has the solution to my love problems ... or the lack of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that the "one" is still out there. I may have met him already or probably not. I look forward to the morning when I'll wake up next to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-111029266488910452?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/111029266488910452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=111029266488910452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111029266488910452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/111029266488910452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2005/03/after-month-of-blog-silence-comes.html' title='After a month of blog silence comes ...'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-110614434627816899</id><published>2005-01-19T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T06:19:06.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After tonight, maybe not ... </title><content type='html'>Tonight, I cried for words unsaid, for what could have been, for what I know now, for realizing too late that I am in love with him. My world seemed to have stopped. There's a silent wish to turn back time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can picture his face vividly in my mind. In that picture, he smiled that smile just for me ... he gave me that look that made me feel like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world ... and then in a moment, the picture is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot quite describe how terribly, terribly sad I am. I convince myself that I'm ok but I'm really not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that he was an answered prayer. After tonight, maybe not. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-110614434627816899?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/110614434627816899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=110614434627816899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110614434627816899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110614434627816899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-tonight-maybe-not.html' title='After tonight, maybe not ... '/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-110261382213455159</id><published>2004-12-09T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:39:17.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just had to try again</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074653235' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Your Husband Generator by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/~ovrtheedgexx'&gt;&lt;font 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Partner Are Best Known For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;wearing matching clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='Lady_Galadriel'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074653235'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-110261382213455159?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/110261382213455159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=110261382213455159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110261382213455159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110261382213455159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-had-to-try-again.html' title='Just had to try again'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-110234486649428693</id><published>2004-12-06T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T06:54:26.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me feel like dancing</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was a blast. Thanks to two wonderful, wonderful friends who took time out to bring me to a place where nobody gives a damn who i am ... where i can dance to my heart's content ... where i can forget all the day's problem and just dance, drink and dance as though no one's watching. The hang over was really bad the following day but thanks to painkillers, headaches have become a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday once again. Weight ... I don't even want to know. Calories ... who's counting? Just today, I got comments from four different people about my figure, my diet, my weight, you name it ... they've said it. Depressing? Quite so ... but I'm sure I'll be able to find a way of losing a few of my unwanted pounds before Christmas ... hehehe ... wishful thinking. Oh, I'm so incoherent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of times I've thought about "him" ... from the moment I woke up till now that I'm writing this post ... up to the time I close my eyes and sleep. No. of times I wished that the character Mark Darcy were real and that he'd find me and fall for me ... well, around five times. Gosh, it's Bridget Jones madness for me. I have to be able to watch the part 2 movie. I have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm still not succesful in posting pictures ... for some reason that hello program wouldn't work in my pc, I'm hoping that I'll land into another lady galadriel site ... similar to the husband generator so that I'll have some pictures to spice up my site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music has stopped ... and the phone is telling me to make the calls I'm supposed to make now ... probably, after one stick. Who cares? gtg&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/9376771-110234486649428693?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/110234486649428693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=110234486649428693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110234486649428693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110234486649428693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-make-me-feel-like-dancing.html' title='You make me feel like dancing'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-110199635030864294</id><published>2004-12-02T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T06:15:47.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Husband Generator</title><content type='html'>Imagine my luck! This guy is single and unattached. We even have the same zodiac sign. For those who don't know him, his upcoming movie is Phantom of the Opera. He's not only an actor, singer ... he also happens to be a lawyer. What more can I ask for? Oh, I just hope he's not gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074653235' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Your Husband Generator by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/~ovrtheedgexx'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Lady_Galadriel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name' value='' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your Husband Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9973/gera.jpg'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;You Met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;a drunken orgy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;You Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;2 children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;You Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;a normal semi-detached house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;You And Your Partner Are Best Known For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;throwing away all your cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='Lady_Galadriel'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074653235'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-110199635030864294?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/110199635030864294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=110199635030864294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110199635030864294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110199635030864294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2004/12/husband-generator.html' title='The Husband Generator'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-110190795522318422</id><published>2004-12-01T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T05:32:35.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Last Night and Today</title><content type='html'>I had a nice conversation with Rachelle last night. She picked me up from school and brought me home. She reminded me that when I ask God hard enough for something, maybe, my wish will be granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, not so long ago, I prayed really hard for that one true love to find me. I told God how tired I am of searching and that just this once, maybe He'd allow me to be found instead. Well, call it coincidence ... or call it fate, I received a response the morning after. For a time, I felt that God was playing a real good joke on me. But, I fell in love ... again. Of all the people to fall for, why did it have to be him? Why did he pop out from nowhere, making me feel as though I'm shining like the stars in the heaven (thanks to Regine's new commercial endorsement). And why did I just let him go away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I tried to look into his eyes. I have words unsaid. I believe in my heart that God did grant my wish ... but now, now is not the time for it to happen. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376771-110190795522318422?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/110190795522318422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=110190795522318422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110190795522318422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110190795522318422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2004/12/between-last-night-and-today.html' title='Between Last Night and Today'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376771.post-110174291258517923</id><published>2004-11-29T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T07:48:59.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days and Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a Monday, a rainy day, and a holiday but I have to finish some work at the office. Right now, all I can think of is the picture of myself curling up my feet on a cozy sofa or bed and reading bridget jones (the edge of reason) with the falling rain as my background music ... but then again, I find myself looking at reality, which is ... that I'm in the office now and while I'm currently trying out blogging, the pending work that I have to do is at the back of my mind.&lt;/span&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/9376771-110174291258517923?l=pinkpanther2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/feeds/110174291258517923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376771&amp;postID=110174291258517923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110174291258517923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376771/posts/default/110174291258517923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpanther2.blogspot.com/2004/11/rainy-days-and-mondays.html' title='Rainy Days and Mondays'/><author><name>pinkpanther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154625442600405574</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
