<?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-5144748531472098292</id><updated>2011-12-22T00:55:20.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy endings forevermore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3204972750845564984</id><published>2010-12-17T01:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T06:00:22.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tonight's my last night here in my 3rd home inside the campus. I've always known I'm going to leave this place sooner or later, but I've never thought it would be this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this place deserves some gratitude from me, not just for giving me shelter inside UP for a year and a half, but for the people I've met, the friends I've had, the stories my housemates and I have shared with eachother, and the memories I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Quill, Bang, Ate Stoi, Ana, Kim, Ysobel, Geline and Xonja, thank you. For the shared meals; for the late night talks; for the plans that we made, whether it went through or not; for the laughs and the tears; for everything, I will forever be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To house number 103 in Valenzuela Street, thank you so much, and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3204972750845564984?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3204972750845564984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3204972750845564984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/12/tonights-my-last-night-here-in-my-3rd.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-2697026134661275706</id><published>2010-10-04T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:23:24.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/TKirMStD6bI/AAAAAAAAANA/qs_OORmC1AU/s1600/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/TKirMStD6bI/AAAAAAAAANA/qs_OORmC1AU/s400/Photo+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523853170637531570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's weird how I look nerdier now that I'm actually on leave from stress-slash-school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-2697026134661275706?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/2697026134661275706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/2697026134661275706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-weird-how-i-look-nerdier-now-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/TKirMStD6bI/AAAAAAAAANA/qs_OORmC1AU/s72-c/Photo+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-7984583030100640048</id><published>2010-10-03T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:39:02.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pessimist? I call it realist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's so hard to be idealistic when the whole world is conniving against you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whole world? Now that's pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello optimism. Where art thou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-7984583030100640048?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7984583030100640048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7984583030100640048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/10/pessimist-i-call-it-realist.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-1255836086994235301</id><published>2010-09-02T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:02:01.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear 19-year old self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna miss you because you fucked up half of the year. I don't want to remember you because I only remember you being lonely. I don't want you to follow me around because you're full of pathetic issues and emotional baggage. The bad times have outnumbered the good times in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than seven hours, I'm gonna leave you behind. And please 19-year old self, I'm begging you to let me grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-1255836086994235301?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/1255836086994235301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/1255836086994235301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-19-year-old-self-im-not-gonna-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-1982983308545746806</id><published>2010-09-01T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:57:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs235.snc3/22242_1360281453869_1436543761_30998572_6925059_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs235.snc3/22242_1360281453869_1436543761_30998572_6925059_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 things I miss about Nickee Tickee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Our talks over overpriced coffees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Our dinners when you were still my neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Our crazy competition in Neopets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Our stupid race to our dining area cause no one wants to wash the dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Riding the UP Fair ferris wheel with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Me making fun of you GC-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Listening to your latest updates on RAFAEL ALEJANDRO SOLIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Our hilarious moments in the worst PE ever, Band and Ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Bumming around at our house cause we don't want to leave our air-conditioned rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Your corned beef soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SLlFSBPeKU0/TqAncb_HS8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/tOJG83AlDFI/s400/1.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 355px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665571700734380994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Maamz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or should I say belated happy birthday? September 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;about to end, I'm already two days too late. But what the heck. I'm still going through with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/79/9879787/1_345716684l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nickee! Two years ago, I had a cake made just for you. I made an AVP (that could pass as a PowerPoint presentation) for you last year. But this year, err, no cakes and AVPs for you. You're getting too spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I actually can't remember the last time I saw you or the last time we talked. I guess we've been too busy. But that doesn't worry me because I'm sure we'll always be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday Maamz. See you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-1982983308545746806?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/1982983308545746806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/1982983308545746806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-nic.html' title='Happy Birthday Nic'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SLlFSBPeKU0/TqAncb_HS8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/tOJG83AlDFI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-5802387742421288856</id><published>2010-07-19T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T03:23:57.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Xonja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Xonja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Thank you for being a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're ALWAYS going to be my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH83eSRaSI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZDhccfcnf3M/s1600-h/IMG_0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH83eSRaSI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZDhccfcnf3M/s400/IMG_0573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359843061500307746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            even though you're crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH9Zdq1PNI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z0Y9CSTbXT4/s1600-h/IMG-0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH9Zdq1PNI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z0Y9CSTbXT4/s400/IMG-0556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359843645450435794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even if you're like a drunk when you're sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH-oPLHGTI/AAAAAAAAACs/hYdIyuirWDA/s1600-h/1-460331044l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH-oPLHGTI/AAAAAAAAACs/hYdIyuirWDA/s400/1-460331044l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359844998768957746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and even if you're evil. And don't you deny it! You enjoy bitchslapping me in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH_jQM6yxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5RAqvu2nK2M/s1600-h/1-736275461l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH_jQM6yxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5RAqvu2nK2M/s400/1-736275461l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359846012657257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We'll always be buddies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH_8jYbmuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oby0g47qoqg/s1600-h/P3072749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH_8jYbmuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oby0g47qoqg/s400/P3072749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359846447302548194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Déjà vu? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes Xonja. This is actually a repost. But it doesn't matter because the message I want you to get is still the same. So I might as well just copy-paste my greeting from last year. Plus there's also the fact that my brain is half-dead as of the moment and I can't get my creative juices flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for almost forgetting it's your birthday today. I only remembered because my laptop's calendar says it's July 19 today. And stupid Facebook did not remind me. At least I know July 19 is your day. I just didn't know today is July 19. I really feel guilty because we're freakin' room mates now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to make this fast cause I'm running out of time. 19 more minutes and it's no longer your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maamz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you had a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've hit the big 2-0, I wish you all the best. I'll always be there for you (or here for you since we're room mates now) come hell or high water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything. I love you. Happy birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-5802387742421288856?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/5802387742421288856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/5802387742421288856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-xonja.html' title='Happy Birthday Xonja'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH83eSRaSI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZDhccfcnf3M/s72-c/IMG_0573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-7835169295846298404</id><published>2010-06-07T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:32:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; NEED A HUG. :'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-7835169295846298404?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7835169295846298404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7835169295846298404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-hug.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-2166717396984140595</id><published>2010-05-03T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:11:42.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For dinner, I ordered Jollibee cause I was craving for Tuna Pie and I have been thinking about it since last night. And to my disappointment, the agent that took my call said that the Tuna Pie has already been phased out. And shit Jollibee, why do you have to do this? That was something that made me choose you over McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jollibee.com.ph/images/products/jollyzerts/tuna-pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.jollibee.com.ph/images/products/jollyzerts/tuna-pie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;R.I.P Tuna Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-2166717396984140595?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/2166717396984140595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/2166717396984140595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-dinner-i-ordered-jollibee-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3654724990619492178</id><published>2010-04-23T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:04:54.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="comment_author"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="comment_author"&gt;Shin Kitane&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc79887b2d1b75" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;Oh Icee, is this about the sacks of rice? Hahahaha ang emo mo chwin. Naninibago ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392505"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Icee Dumo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="comment_author"&gt;Icee Dumo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc7c2e0f108cc9" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;what? oh i remember na. hahahaha.. part of it. :)/ kelangan ko kasi, wla n kasing pumupunta sa presscon ko. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392689"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Shin Kitane"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="comment_author"&gt;Shin Kitane&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc7ebc535ba485" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I MISS YOUR PRESSCONS. Kasi naman hindi tayo pumunta nung pinapapunta tayo eh. Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392700"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Icee Dumo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="comment_author"&gt;Icee Dumo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc816c23224f82" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;hahahaha. SCAM  YUN PLEASE!! KAYA KO TO. aherherher. tara overnight?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392732"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Shin Kitane"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="comment_author"&gt;Shin Kitane&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc83ff2166b573" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;prostitution ward pala eh no! Hahaha shet gusto ko yung KAYA KO TO. ;))) AHERHERHER. OVERNIGHT OVERNIGHT! Bawal mag-edit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392763"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Icee Dumo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="comment_author"&gt;Icee Dumo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc86702fec0e80" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;KINA CHWIN JANINE!!! aherherher. gusto kong mag movie marathon, tapos kumain ng 100 cheeesesticks. aherherher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392804"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Icee Dumo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="comment_author"&gt;Icee Dumo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc88e1072eaa1e" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;Aherheeherher. sana matuloy after summmer classes noh. tapos aalis din si anton bago mag-umaga bka kasi mahuli siya nung guard.aherherher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392819"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Shin Kitane"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="comment_author"&gt;Shin Kitane&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc8b787cb966dd" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;Hahaha matutuloy yan lalo na kung biglaan. Yung tipong pag nagkita kita tayo sa skywalk biglang 'tara overnight' AHAHAHA teka baka mabasa ni kuya A!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392843"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Icee Dumo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="comment_author"&gt;Icee Dumo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc8de65d4e739e" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;aherherher..oo nga. lagot ka shin. ikaw unang nagbanggit he-who-must-not-be-named.a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;herherher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392849"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Shin Kitane"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="comment_author"&gt;Shin Kitane&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc905f65e03cc9" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;ok chwin, i shall delete replies containing he-who-must-not-be-named. ;)))) AHERHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392904"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Icee Dumo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="comment_author"&gt;Icee Dumo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc92e6289b0cde" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;wait lng babasahin pa ni princesa janine.aherherher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section comment_392937 UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392937"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/janinesatorre" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Janine Satorre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/janinesatorre" class="comment_author"&gt;Janine Satorre&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc97181b33053c" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;HOY ANO TO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section comment_392954 UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392954"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/janinesatorre" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Janine Satorre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/janinesatorre" class="comment_author"&gt;Janine Satorre&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc9a427fafc062" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;go ako sa overnight and the 100 cheese sticks!! hahaha =)) im zo eggzited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_392973"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Icee Dumo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1349302375" class="comment_author"&gt;Icee Dumo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc9ccc637b58f1" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;sa end na ng summer class, k? para walang hassle. :)))). dun na ang kadugtong ng love story nio. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_393271"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Shin Kitane"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shin.kitane" class="comment_author"&gt;Shin Kitane&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4bd1a7bcc9f7f701f435d" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;Shet naalala ko yung kwentong ginawa namin ni Icee. Yung may ripping of clothes involved pa. AHERHERHERHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_393395"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_393271"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1781056172_117143471645775_393395"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my friends. I miss you Chwins. We've known each other for only a year. But every time we are together, it feels like we've been friends since kindergarten. They even made a fantasy for me.  It involves my clothes being ripped out of me and me being pinned down on the floor. I guess they're sadistic like that. They also think I'm a princess. And we don't do the "Hahahaha" laugh. It's "Aherherherher." We think it's more romantic cause we are weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kyra.yambao" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Kyra Yambao"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kyra.yambao" class="comment_author"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3654724990619492178?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3654724990619492178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3654724990619492178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/04/shin-kitane-oh-icee-is-this-about-sacks.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-7312912836231998182</id><published>2010-04-17T04:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:49:03.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello Blogspot. I know I have neglected you for some time now. But worry no more cause I'm back for good. I just deleted all my posts in Tumblr because I thought is was all senseless. Not that I don't do non-sense with you, it is just more fun to do it with you. And I love you more because we're always more intimate. And you know how I'm a big sucker for intimacy. Don't you just love my cheesiness, Blogspot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahem,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ahem,&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-7312912836231998182?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7312912836231998182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7312912836231998182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-4940397041248063175</id><published>2010-04-13T01:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T03:42:03.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched the film Leap Year this afternoon. It's a romantic comedy and I have to admit that I did have fun watching it. But what caught me is not its story nor the actors but its setting. Majority of the film was shot (or at least I think so) in Ireland. And all I can say is I HAVE TO FREAKIN' GO TO THE COUNTRYSIDE OF IRELAND BEFORE I DIE. And who knows? Maybe I'll meet a cool, laid-back pub owner who at first hates my guts but will eventually sweep me off my 9-inch feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2010-01/51500565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 328px;" src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2010-01/51500565.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sorry. I can't find a better picture that will give justice to the film's beautiful setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-4940397041248063175?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/4940397041248063175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/4940397041248063175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-watched-film-leap-year-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-7450519832541060205</id><published>2010-02-12T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:24:04.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANEL CHENG FOR USC COUNCILOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S3VjxY0Vf0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/i4S_G9Nwzhg/s1600-h/17132_337748348083_337744588083_4815665_2125198_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S3VjxY0Vf0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/i4S_G9Nwzhg/s400/17132_337748348083_337744588083_4815665_2125198_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437361825246445378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UP Diliman, Ranel Cheng for USC Councilor.&lt;br /&gt;He's a wonderful classmate, I'm sure he'll also be an awesome councilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANEL CHENG for USC COUNCILOR. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-7450519832541060205?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7450519832541060205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7450519832541060205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/02/ranel-cheng-for-usc-councilor.html' title='RANEL CHENG FOR USC COUNCILOR'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S3VjxY0Vf0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/i4S_G9Nwzhg/s72-c/17132_337748348083_337744588083_4815665_2125198_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-9060094039705826901</id><published>2010-02-01T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:48:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I really want to strangle our maid and then fire her. Just today, I found out she was able to discolor my Php. 1000+ blouse and she's nowhere to be found. But I'm better and smarter than that. No matter how crappy she works and how stupid I think she is, I'd rather have her cook and wash the dishes than me doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that I don't spend everyday of my week with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaalis na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-9060094039705826901?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/9060094039705826901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/9060094039705826901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-really-want-to-strangle-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-172688363366414428</id><published>2010-01-28T05:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:36:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S2CwU0RX16I/AAAAAAAAALs/a4wBNSTDR_I/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S2CwU0RX16I/AAAAAAAAALs/a4wBNSTDR_I/s400/Photo+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431535022284199842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My not-so-fail attempt at studying in Yellowcab.&lt;br /&gt;(Because apparently, Coffee Bean is not available 24/7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S2CxYB_yAfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rUvKd7KdPi4/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S2CxYB_yAfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rUvKd7KdPi4/s400/Photo+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431536177019748850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good thing Miriam and Xonjie were with me.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-172688363366414428?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/172688363366414428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/172688363366414428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-not-so-fail-attempt-at-studying-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S2CwU0RX16I/AAAAAAAAALs/a4wBNSTDR_I/s72-c/Photo+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3277245276503299693</id><published>2010-01-26T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:19:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S175cQ3Q6UI/AAAAAAAAALk/EH4P30OtUVU/s1600-h/IMG-1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S175cQ3Q6UI/AAAAAAAAALk/EH4P30OtUVU/s400/IMG-1517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431052464613812546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're one of the reasons why I enjoyed my stay in a dormitory. You're also one of the few reasons why I should go back. It was so nice seeing you again this afternoon. I miss  you Kathy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3277245276503299693?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3277245276503299693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3277245276503299693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-one-of-reasons-why-i-enjoyed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S175cQ3Q6UI/AAAAAAAAALk/EH4P30OtUVU/s72-c/IMG-1517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3534152074814517228</id><published>2010-01-20T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:38:18.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S1akaIIRqSI/AAAAAAAAALc/5CxbCu9864M/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S1akaIIRqSI/AAAAAAAAALc/5CxbCu9864M/s400/Photo+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428707169607461154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love nights like this. It doesn't even matter if we're having it over overpriced cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3534152074814517228?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3534152074814517228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3534152074814517228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-nights-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/S1akaIIRqSI/AAAAAAAAALc/5CxbCu9864M/s72-c/Photo+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-8250769693288026690</id><published>2010-01-05T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:55:36.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eGlUN-HW8TA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eGlUN-HW8TA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another commercial I really like. This makes me smile. Too bad I never caught it on TV. Thank you Lord for YouTube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-8250769693288026690?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8250769693288026690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8250769693288026690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-commercial-i-really-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3878131475620305947</id><published>2010-01-02T00:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:17:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2009 was far from perfect, but I remember more good times than bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45mZ2KUII/AAAAAAAAALM/9BcvgVZF_dI/s1600-h/3227954_a88fa3066fd986705cd74d59c1022cd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45mZ2KUII/AAAAAAAAALM/9BcvgVZF_dI/s400/3227954_a88fa3066fd986705cd74d59c1022cd3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421834333336522882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45mg4b9vI/AAAAAAAAALU/Pr74ycxpOQo/s1600-h/P3072737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45mg4b9vI/AAAAAAAAALU/Pr74ycxpOQo/s400/P3072737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421834335225116402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45M6RAQkI/AAAAAAAAALE/8QHau2qivqI/s1600-h/2509_1149121569546_1272793427_30401075_5830713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45M6RAQkI/AAAAAAAAALE/8QHau2qivqI/s400/2509_1149121569546_1272793427_30401075_5830713_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833895362445890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45Mjep_3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/KK5QkJR1wJ8/s1600-h/4579_95311055867_717520867_2365413_7969423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45Mjep_3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/KK5QkJR1wJ8/s400/4579_95311055867_717520867_2365413_7969423_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833889245691762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45MS3ViZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8q75toMu2Ho/s1600-h/5980_100673013279426_100000101835784_17402_7749418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45MS3ViZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8q75toMu2Ho/s400/5980_100673013279426_100000101835784_17402_7749418_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833884785805714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45MDT0MrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uxDz0WVZCEM/s1600-h/10535_1220781607915_1480177894_30659126_304717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45MDT0MrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uxDz0WVZCEM/s400/10535_1220781607915_1480177894_30659126_304717_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833880610288306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45LygDAeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BqVTbsoc58U/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45LygDAeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BqVTbsoc58U/s400/DSC01274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833876098187746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz44sDQWV9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/NH5mQTREltA/s1600-h/10417_1230381360990_1272793427_30688604_2998259_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz44sDQWV9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/NH5mQTREltA/s400/10417_1230381360990_1272793427_30688604_2998259_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833330839934930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz44r--2TJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zWSXHtomCvU/s1600-h/5973_1082353592869_1647225833_219925_8164814_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz44r--2TJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zWSXHtomCvU/s400/5973_1082353592869_1647225833_219925_8164814_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833329692789906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz44rkZ_mXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/L9_1PGsQRes/s1600-h/16641_224825622518_684082518_4379752_1718311_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz44rkZ_mXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/L9_1PGsQRes/s400/16641_224825622518_684082518_4379752_1718311_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833322558888306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz44raLnCAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tzR57QtCTJM/s1600-h/19033_1206835769916_1199313452_30542147_4429929_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz44raLnCAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tzR57QtCTJM/s400/19033_1206835769916_1199313452_30542147_4429929_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833319814203394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz44rOTze1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CEMe9LJYD9I/s1600-h/19033_1206821169551_1199313452_30542048_8074854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz44rOTze1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CEMe9LJYD9I/s400/19033_1206821169551_1199313452_30542048_8074854_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833316627348306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the good year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to another year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3878131475620305947?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3878131475620305947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3878131475620305947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/Sz45mZ2KUII/AAAAAAAAALM/9BcvgVZF_dI/s72-c/3227954_a88fa3066fd986705cd74d59c1022cd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-4846046230523970658</id><published>2009-12-21T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T02:01:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How I wish Cebu Pacific would put up a no-password WIFI in NAIA 3. Being one of their regular clients, I think I deserve some loving after not giving up on them despite their crappy customer service. I hate having to rely on my Globe Tattoo because, uh, it's not reliable at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe getting stranded here in the airport would also be good. My dad might pity me and give in to my request to get me a dog here in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-4846046230523970658?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/4846046230523970658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/4846046230523970658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-i-wish-cebu-pacific-would-put-up-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3425158658126334692</id><published>2009-12-21T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T02:03:11.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm here at NAIA 3. It's around seven in the evening, and I've been here since eight in the morning. Do the math. I'm rotting in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go home to Butuan today but our flight got canceled. So since we're spending Christmas in Davao, my mother decided to just have me and and my brother rerouted there and we'll just meet there instead after two days. Fine with me, it would save me a six-hour land trip. We were supposed to fly at 7:30, but it's going to be delayed for 2 hours. This day couldn't get any shittier at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Christmas vibes, come to me now. Please don't make me change my favorite holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3425158658126334692?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3425158658126334692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3425158658126334692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-here-at-naia-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-538114103527438532</id><published>2009-12-18T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:21:44.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YEAH CAPS LOCK</title><content type='html'>JANINE IS HYPERVENTILATING FOR THE FOLLOWING REASONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I DON'T HAVE BLACK AND WHITE FILM.&lt;br /&gt;2. I STILL HAVEN'T SUBMITTED OUR FIRST PLATE WHICH WAS DUE LAST WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;3. I HATE THE FACT THAT I WASN'T ABLE TO SUBMIT AN APPLICATION TO PUNCH CREATIVES JUST BECAUSE I WAS TOO LAZY TO FILL OUT THE APPLICATION FORM.&lt;br /&gt;4. I DON'T HAVE BLACK AND WHITE FILM.&lt;br /&gt;5. I DON'T HAVE BLACK AND WHITE FILM.&lt;br /&gt;6. I DON'T HAVE BLACK AND WHITE FILM.&lt;br /&gt;7. I DON'T HAVE BLACK AND WHITE FILM.&lt;br /&gt;8. I DON'T HAVE BLACK AND WHITE FILM.&lt;br /&gt;9. I DON'T HAVE BLACK AND WHITE FILM.&lt;br /&gt;10. I DON'T HAVE BLACK AND WHITE FILM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANG CV, WHERE ARE YOU? I NEED YOU! :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-538114103527438532?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/538114103527438532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/538114103527438532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-yeah-caps-lock.html' title='FUCK YEAH CAPS LOCK'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3947190258829511551</id><published>2009-12-10T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:26:23.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormonal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why I got so pissed off when I found out my friends went out without inviting me. It's even more annoying when they just invited me because I only found out. Maybe it's just my hormones talking. Gawd. I hate having XX chromosomes during this time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3947190258829511551?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3947190258829511551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3947190258829511551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/12/hormonal.html' title='Hormonal'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-2170657572154670749</id><published>2009-12-01T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:53:20.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was told I need to prove myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;That woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-2170657572154670749?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/2170657572154670749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/2170657572154670749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/12/note-to-self-2.html' title='Note to self # 2'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-7304844817513116637</id><published>2009-11-13T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:01:30.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaala</title><content type='html'>Satorre, Janine Claire M.&lt;br /&gt;07- 54257&lt;br /&gt;MPs 115&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alaala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naalala mo ba ako?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una tayong nagkita sa istasyon ng Guadalupe. Wala ng bakanteng upuan noon, kaya tumayo ka at inalok ang inuupuan mo sa akin. Ngumiti lang ako, tahimik na nagpapasalamat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ng ferry, hindi ka kaagad pumasok. Pakiramdam ko hinintay mo talaga akong makapasok muna bago ka sumakay. Palihim akong ngumiti.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umupo ako sa may bintana, kahit natatamaan ako ng sinag ng araw. Gusto kong makita ang mga tanawin, kahit ilang ulit ko na itong nakita, at kahit wala naman talagang tanawin na makikita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Umupo ka malapit sa akin. Dalawang upuan at isang maliit na daanan ang pagitan nating dalawa. Minsan, sumusulyap ako sayo, kunwari nakatingin sa bintana sa kabilang dulo. Alam kong napapansin mo dahil ganoon ka rin sa akin. Pinigilan ko ang ngiti na namumuo sa mga labi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kung hindi ako nakadungaw sa bintana, ang TV naman na puro videoke ng mga lumang love songs ang pinapalabas ang pinagkakaabalahan ko, kahit ayoko ng mga lumang kanta, at lalo na ang videoke. Habang ikaw naman, kumuha ng libro galing sa bag mo at nagsimulang magbasa. Catch 22 ni Joseph Heller ang binabasa mo. Matalino ka siguro dahil, una, nagbabasa ka, at pangalawa, Catch 22 pa ang binabasa mo. Sinubukan kong basahin iyan noong 3rd year hayskul ako. Sinukuan ko pagkatapos ng unang chapter. Ikaw naman, nasa kalagitnaan na ng libro. Napahanga mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wala na akong magawa. Kinuha ko ang cellphone ko at naglaro na lang ng Space Impact. Lagi na lang game over. Pero laging new game din.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating natin sa Valenzuela, patuloy ako sa paglalaro, at tahimik na nakikiusap na huwag ka munang bumaba. Patuloy ka lang sa pagbabasa habang ako'y tahimik na nagpapasalamat. Hindi ka ba inaantok sa binabasa mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tumigil na ako sa paglalaro. Nakatuon na ang pansin ko sa Ilog Pasig. Puro mga halaman na nakalutang ang nakikita ko. Mga waterlilies ata ang mga iyon. Inaantok na ako, pero ayokong matulog. Baka umalis ka nang hindi ko namamalayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nilabanan ko ang antok. Kinuha ko ang cellphone ko at naglaro ulit, Snake na naman sa pagkakataon na ito. Ganoon pa rin, laging game over, laging new game ulit. Tumigil ka na sa pagbabasa. May ka-text ka na ngayon. Nokia N81 ang gamit mo, ang pangarap kong cellphone. Hanep! Matalino ka na, mayaman pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pagdating natin sa PUP, tahimik akong nagdadasal sa Diyos na huwag ka muna sanang bumaba. Kung puwede, huwag ka na sanang bumaba kahit kailan. Tumigil ka sa pagtitext, at binalik sa kaliwang bulsa mo ang cellphone mo. Hindi ka tumayo. Hindi ka pa rin bababa. Palihim akong nagbunyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kinuha mo ulit ang libro mo, pero noong papalapit na tayo sa Malacanang, tumigil ka na naman sa pagbabasa at piniling pagmasdan ang opisina at tahanan ng pangulo ng bansa. Pinagmamasadan ko rin ang palasyo. Nakakatuwang isipin na maaring ilang kilometro, o metro lamang ang layo ng pangulo mula sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bumalik ang atensyon ko sa TV na videoke pa rin ang pinapalabas. Pinanood mo na rin TV, pero hindi mo siguro natiis kaya nagbasa ka ulit.  O hindi kaya mas kawili-wili lang talaga sayo ang Catch 22 kesa sa Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You? Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You ang pipiliin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hindi pa rin nawawala ang mga lihim na sulyap, kahit pareho nating alam ang mga ito. Pagdating sa Escolta, kailangan ko ng bumaba. Tumayo ako at nagkatinginan tayo. Ngumiti lang ako. Tumayo ka rin. Pareho pala tayong bababa. Pareho pala ang destinasyon natin. Palihim akong ngumiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nauna akong lumabas. Mabagal ang lakad ko. Napansin mo na siguro iyon dahil inuunahan na ako ng mga tao. Habang naglalakad ako papuntang Post Office, lumingon ako sayo. Hindi mo ako napansin dahil pumapara ka ng taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hindi na kita ulit nakita kailanman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hindi na kita ulit nakita kailanman hanggang kaninang umaga.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita kita ulit sa istasyon ng Escolta, may kasama kang babae. Maganda, matangkad, maputi at magkahawak ang inyong mga kamay. Nagkatinginan tayo pero biglang nabaling ang atensyon mo sa sinabi ng kasama mo, at sabay kayong tumawa. Bagay kayong dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nakakatawa lang na higit isang taon na ang nakakaraan ay naalala pa rin kita, at paminsan- minsan, iniisip pa rin kita, na kahit alam ko na malabo mo na akong maalala noong pinili mong magbasa ng Catch 22 kesa makinig ng Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You ay umaasa pa rin ako. Oo nga pala, naalala ko pa rin kung ano ang suot mo sa una nating pagkikita. Nakamaong ka na pantalon at asul na t-shirt galing Abercrombie and Fitch. Ang bag at ang suot mong sapatos ay galing Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Naalala mo ba ako?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-7304844817513116637?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7304844817513116637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7304844817513116637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/11/satorre-janine-claire-m.html' title='Alaala'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-5128288416322569931</id><published>2009-11-10T18:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:20:06.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BC 104</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first time, I'm excited for a major class.  It's a TV production class. The last time this happened was, err, never. I'm going to nail this class cause I love TV  next to internet, plus I love it more cause my BC102 loves minus Betty, Eula, and Jam are with me. And Fritzie is also here for more fun. But, I must lose weight cause they say one looks 10 pounds heavier on TV, and I'm already fat. I don't want to look like a whale on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-5128288416322569931?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/5128288416322569931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/5128288416322569931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/11/bc-104.html' title='BC 104'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-9054710127628620701</id><published>2009-11-10T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:49:31.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Vows</title><content type='html'>07- 54257&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CW10 Section: TFV2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wedding Vows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Janine Claire M. Satorre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;            He promised her he would never leave her, that he would always protect her, take care of her and love her until the end of time. He promised her a lot of things. Too many things, things too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew this was coming, and she also knew she will never be prepared for it. The package she had been expecting for weeks had already arrived. The moment she saw the mailman with the manila envelope, she instantly knew that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been sitting for quite some time already. Her wedding vows flew through her head over and over again, the order all confused. Some phrases she couldn’t remember. Others she couldn’t seem to forget. But they were all jumbled up. Nothing was in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have and to hold from this day forward. The images of their wedding day is still fresh. She loved that day. That was her favorite day. She felt like a princess with her satin gown. All eyes were on her. She was the most beautiful that day, how did she know? He said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better, for worse. They were supposed to be together, not apart. Not him moving back in his parents’ house and her staying in their apartment alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For richer, for poorer. They were supposed to struggle together. They weren’t supposed to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sickness, and in health. She wasn’t the best wife, but she wasn’t the worst either. She did her part well. Or at least she thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wedding vows were still playing in her mind, and the more she tried to clear her head, the louder they echoed.  She stared at the annulment papers. He had already signed the documents which were now just waiting for her signature. It was then that she heard it, louder than the rest, the vow she had recited a year ago with complete sincerity. She had never been a quitter and she wasn’t going to quit now. As she reached for her glasses, she uncaps her pen, finally ready to put it to paper. On the blank were she was supposed to sign, unusual words filled the space instead of her signature-  until death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(372 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-9054710127628620701?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/9054710127628620701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/9054710127628620701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-vows.html' title='Wedding Vows'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-6915178376102741950</id><published>2009-11-10T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:57:49.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Semester, AY 2009-1010</title><content type='html'>Hello there third second semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised that no more Saturday classes. But Ate Raquel won't enlist me on Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, buzz me if we have the same classes and breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/148lrax.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-6915178376102741950?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6915178376102741950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6915178376102741950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/11/image-and-video-hosting-by-tinypic.html' title='2nd Semester, AY 2009-1010'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/148lrax_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-184605570461344953</id><published>2009-11-02T16:52:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:42:08.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok, Thailand</title><content type='html'>Look who's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a lot has happened over the past couple of months, like I already turned nineteen last September. And oh, another thing, I WENT TO BANGKOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite having busy schedules, my family and I were able to squeeze in some awesomeness that is Bangkok, even just for a weekend. Bangkok is wonderful! I'm definitely going back there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/11gka6t.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok, Thailand. September 4-7, 2009. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-184605570461344953?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/184605570461344953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/184605570461344953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/11/bangkok-thailand.html' title='Bangkok, Thailand'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/11gka6t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-4289757614489039449</id><published>2009-08-14T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:26:00.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a Friday and there's no reason for me to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I still have a class tomorrow. And it's not just a class. It's a media law class. A class that requires us to read 5-6 cases every meeting. And do you know how long is one case? I also have no idead cause I lost count of the number pages. It's that long. WTF. One sem of having no TGIFs is terrible. Really, really terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER take Saturday classes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-4289757614489039449?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/4289757614489039449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/4289757614489039449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/08/note-to-self-1.html' title='Note to self # 1'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3292272907906829346</id><published>2009-08-10T16:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:32:51.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Me in the Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BirIEDYrw0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BirIEDYrw0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite commercial in the whole wide world. Somehow, it gets into me. And I also love the musical score. I'm going to produce something like this soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3292272907906829346?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3292272907906829346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3292272907906829346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-me-in-eye.html' title='Look Me in the Eye'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-7301347532166674400</id><published>2009-08-10T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:26:00.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblrize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My blog looks like a Tumblr site with all the pictures and minimal words, except without the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;followers&lt;/span&gt; thingie. I won't move there, even though I told Tin I will. I must resist. I just moved here, and besides, I left Multiply because it was getting really crowded there. Moving to Tumblr would just make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like it here cause Nic gets to read my rants and thoughts. And I just advertised this to Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I think I'm already convinced to stay put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-7301347532166674400?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7301347532166674400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7301347532166674400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/08/tumblrize.html' title='Tumblrize'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-8276063730754341016</id><published>2009-08-09T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:11:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://accidentalsexiness.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/ryan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 479px;" src="http://accidentalsexiness.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/ryan1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. You're one lucky bitch, Scarlett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ryan baby. I'd marry you anywhere, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even have to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-8276063730754341016?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8276063730754341016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8276063730754341016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-1486700391593943229</id><published>2009-08-05T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:53:04.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>User-Friendly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you Lord for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck those damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USERS&lt;/span&gt; pretending to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gaaaaaah. I can't believe I'm this pissed off. How I wish some people would have the decency to answer me back when I ask something from them. A NO would be a hell lot better than ignoring me. If you can't help me, tell me rather than pretending you didn't get any of my hundreds of messages.  I would still understand if you said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; even though you already said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; before. But I will NEVER understand why you're ignoring me. Not when I never ignored you when you needed help. Not when I tried to to be patient with you all those times. Not when I never threw you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Help me. I need more patience here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-1486700391593943229?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/1486700391593943229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/1486700391593943229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/08/user-friendly.html' title='User-Friendly'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-6549725695239598122</id><published>2009-08-04T20:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:52:31.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just real&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i38.tinypic.com/2m9vkh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 240px;" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2m9vkh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ized it's August already when Quenie, a friend from high school, greeted me a happy birthday through SMS. Not that my birthday is on August, because it's on September. She just made me think why the hell would she greet me, and it dawned on me that it was already August 3, exactly one month away from my birthday. Just go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She greeted me on the wrong day even though she claims she's the president of my fans club. But I still love her anyway. I'm the president of her fans club and I actually don't remember when's her birthday. So all is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it's already August. Next month is obviously September, and I really can't wait for it  to come because I just feel that good things await me next month. But it's still, and it's already August. And I should now start working on my long overdue 30-day journal for my MP class. I should probably buy another notebook and just write it there, but I hate seeing my penmanship. So, I'll probably do it here.  Gaaaaah. I hate this. I hate writing in Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of hate, I'm really hating a friend right now. No. make that an ex-friend! I can't believe she has the guts to ignore me because I need something from her. But when she was the one in need, I was more than willing to offer my hand. Gaaaaah. I really, really hate her right now. Some friend she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SngwcOuI6mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LQPW4V-EmAI/s1600-h/543837473l2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-6549725695239598122?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6549725695239598122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6549725695239598122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/08/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2m9vkh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-7390989012701506233</id><published>2009-08-03T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:58:50.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep that stupid act of yours up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;friendship over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the next time I see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-7390989012701506233?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7390989012701506233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7390989012701506233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/08/fo.html' title='FO'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-8793355882615287699</id><published>2009-08-02T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:25:07.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Tita Cory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SnWSGlTctxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-IM1XPp8jPs/s1600-h/c.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SnWSGlTctxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-IM1XPp8jPs/s400/c.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365355172872369938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may not admire you as a leader, but I admire you as a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're surely going to be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SnWTIYo9JxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LQqYnH540Gw/s1600-h/cory_yellowribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SnWTIYo9JxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LQqYnH540Gw/s400/cory_yellowribbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365356303344281362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-8793355882615287699?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8793355882615287699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8793355882615287699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-tita-cory.html' title='R.I.P. Tita Cory'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SnWSGlTctxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-IM1XPp8jPs/s72-c/c.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-8696838860973241317</id><published>2009-07-29T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:35:37.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Procrastination is normal. I'm sure even Einstein had done this at least once like, "I'm going to invent something today. Naaaaah. I'll just do it tomorrow." At least something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's no cure to procrastination, because first off, it's not even a disease. But it's still bad. So, I made a resolution about it. I should just stop trying to stop it and get over it. I'm going to embrace it and accept it wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean I'm not going to do my requirements anymore. I'm still going to do it, I'm just going to do it at the last minute, and I'm still going to submit it on the assigned day, not a week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get my academic life back on track. I have to graduate next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-8696838860973241317?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8696838860973241317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8696838860973241317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-8404314094402829848</id><published>2009-07-27T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:04:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overpopulated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom would probably disown me once she reads this. But what the heck. This is my corner. And besides, according to my media law professor (hello Atty. Khan!), each and every one of us has the right to freedom of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for my BC 102 class, we were required to make two PSAs or commercials for radio. I was already able to make one about cervical cancer prevention. For my second PSA, I thought of an advocacy saying no to abortion. I already had a script in mind. Then suddenly, I realized I can't do it because I'm not really against abortion. I know this is just a class requirement. This won't even get aired. But still, I feel like I'm going against my beliefs. It's not that I am pro-abortion, I just believe more in a woman's right over her own body. And yes, I hate the Catholic church for condemning the use of birth control. I don't understand how they could tolerate poverty through overpopulation. I hate it that the world is getting really, really crowded every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-8404314094402829848?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8404314094402829848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8404314094402829848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/overpopulated.html' title='Overpopulated'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-8677536264730402749</id><published>2009-07-26T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:34:34.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmxpCcOA0cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vGsEXidoLw8/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmxpCcOA0cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vGsEXidoLw8/s400/DSC00852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362776746947039682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the best fake boyfriend ever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my phone pal during my high school freshman year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend since time immemorial until the day after forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: Thank you for supporting the UP Fighting Maroons even though you're not from UP. It means a lot to them. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-8677536264730402749?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8677536264730402749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/8677536264730402749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/ryan.html' title='Ryan.'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmxpCcOA0cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vGsEXidoLw8/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-7813934605591566598</id><published>2009-07-26T19:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:36:21.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmxKDgTKJPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_11WtKApBps/s1600-h/up_team3-450x378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmxKDgTKJPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_11WtKApBps/s400/up_team3-450x378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362742680361772274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sa UP Men's Basketball Team, CONGRATULATIONS (ala-Wowowee)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First win this season. And against ATENEO DE MANILA UNIVERSITY pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if this is going to be our first and last win this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it just going to be a 1-13 win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if we don't get into the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, really, it's more than enough that you beat Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo. Not NU. Not Adamson. It's friggin' Ateneo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. Talunin niyo pa ang La Salle, at manlilibre na talaga ako (sa friends ko lang ha)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmxKD-3_fiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/S709fqz4g0A/s1600-h/woody_co.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmxKD-3_fiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/S709fqz4g0A/s400/woody_co.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362742688569327138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At sa wakas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di na nakakahiyang pagpantasyahan si Woody Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP go! UP fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey let's go! Let's Fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-7813934605591566598?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7813934605591566598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7813934605591566598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/revenge-of-fallen.html' title='Revenge of the Fallen'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmxKDgTKJPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_11WtKApBps/s72-c/up_team3-450x378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-6245059136205662241</id><published>2009-07-22T15:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:09:03.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just want to cry myself to sleep because of the IMPORTANT things I have missed today. Oh wait. Scratch that. I should forget the sleeping part because I have already been doing that the entire day. Ever since I started college, this is the FIRST time I missed school not because I needed to nor because I wanted to, but simply because I can't even get myself out of bed. Hopefully, this is also going to be the last time. It sucks big time to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my Psychology 101 exam. And I might have to drop it because there's this rule wherein if  I haven't taken at least one exam by today, I'm dropped from the class. I just blew up my chance to finally get a grade of one. And also, I hate to see another DRP on my transcript. I already have two, I can't afford to have another one. Plus I'm doing this 21 units thingie this sem because I so badly want to graduate next year. UP might have to keep me a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also missed my GE 1 exam. But I'm not so worried about that. Okay maybe I am. A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my Journalism 101 class. Again. I already ditched it last week, which I absolutely regret. I would have attended it last week should I have known that I can't go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed few but significant tambay hours for AIESEC. I'm serious about this, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really can't wait to feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-6245059136205662241?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6245059136205662241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6245059136205662241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-sick.html' title='Still sick.'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3377969956962375255</id><published>2009-07-21T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:36:16.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been so long since I got sick. I can't even remember the last time it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmXNVJopV2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Vq-wrTnPt0/s1600-h/sick_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmXNVJopV2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Vq-wrTnPt0/s400/sick_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360916694701791074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating. Last night up to this morning, my stomach was aching so badly. I had to go to the bathroom several times. Then this afternoon, I took a medicine to relieve the pain. Well yeah, the stomach ache was gone. But then, I started wanting to puke. I was in class, and I had to stop myself from vomiting. Good thing I didn't eat anything yet so there was actually nothing to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates even noticed how "fucked up" I looked this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while I was inside the taxi on my way home, I actually had to cover my mouth the entire trip because, again, I wanted to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even worse than getting sick is getting sick all alone. I miss my mom. I wish she was here taking care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, especially when your favorite blanket fails to give you warmth, when your comfort food fails to comfort you, and pain relievers fail to relieve the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3377969956962375255?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3377969956962375255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3377969956962375255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmXNVJopV2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Vq-wrTnPt0/s72-c/sick_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3177573218644465336</id><published>2009-07-21T05:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T05:14:57.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despark Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despark Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The COOLEST hotel EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone whisk me away to Ottensheim, Austria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a 5-star hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bring me to a drain pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm perfectly fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmTdnOJOP3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Aim7BsVqGVA/s1600-h/das-park-hotel-austria-470x381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmTdnOJOP3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Aim7BsVqGVA/s400/das-park-hotel-austria-470x381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360653122359148402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmTdm_-fvVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q0HzwuChkD0/s1600-h/das-park-hotel-austria-41-470x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmTdm_-fvVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q0HzwuChkD0/s400/das-park-hotel-austria-41-470x375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360653118556061010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmTdmZwNNTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nSQyBXIUids/s1600-h/das-park-hotel-austria-2-470x381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmTdmZwNNTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nSQyBXIUids/s400/das-park-hotel-austria-2-470x381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360653108295578930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmTdmKmpMmI/AAAAAAAAADs/tSNUuR9hzFE/s1600-h/das-park-hotel-austria-1-470x299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmTdmKmpMmI/AAAAAAAAADs/tSNUuR9hzFE/s400/das-park-hotel-austria-1-470x299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360653104228938338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beat that, Shangri-La!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3177573218644465336?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3177573218644465336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3177573218644465336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/despark-hotel.html' title='Despark Hotel'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmTdnOJOP3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Aim7BsVqGVA/s72-c/das-park-hotel-austria-470x381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-6708102054633997246</id><published>2009-07-21T02:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T03:04:22.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tug-A-Dug</title><content type='html'>Cause after having an anxiety attack, you made me smile and blush. I could actually feel the heat rising up to my cheeks. And now I can't get myself to study because I just keep on smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmS-cYya_OI/AAAAAAAAADk/RKaGbDFJtjo/s1600-h/nhalwaysforeverh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmS-cYya_OI/AAAAAAAAADk/RKaGbDFJtjo/s400/nhalwaysforeverh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360618851377282274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kinikilig ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-6708102054633997246?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6708102054633997246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6708102054633997246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/tug-dug.html' title='Tug-A-Dug'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmS-cYya_OI/AAAAAAAAADk/RKaGbDFJtjo/s72-c/nhalwaysforeverh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-6512807659742138060</id><published>2009-07-20T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:52:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEP OFF THE GREEN GRASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God must really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' hate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes ago, I was really, really excited. In fact, I was jumping for joy. Yes, I WAS that excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw your name on the list when I re-scanned the document. And all hell broke loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just really have to ruin it, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you and all that jazz, but you're BAD LUCK. Okay? YOU'RE A FUCKING BAD LUCK! I was doomed the last time. And I'm sure I'm gonna be doomed again the second time around. This isn't fate, because it sure doesn't seem like it. It's seems more like punishment to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just want you to BACK OFF. Because I sure as hell won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-6512807659742138060?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6512807659742138060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6512807659742138060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-off-green-grass.html' title='KEEP OFF THE GREEN GRASS'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3808932916987637562</id><published>2009-07-19T00:08:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:03:44.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Xonja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Xonja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Thank you for being a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're ALWAYS going to be my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH83eSRaSI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZDhccfcnf3M/s1600-h/IMG_0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH83eSRaSI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZDhccfcnf3M/s400/IMG_0573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359843061500307746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            even though you're crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH9Zdq1PNI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z0Y9CSTbXT4/s1600-h/IMG-0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH9Zdq1PNI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z0Y9CSTbXT4/s400/IMG-0556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359843645450435794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even if you're like a drunk when you're sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH-oPLHGTI/AAAAAAAAACs/hYdIyuirWDA/s1600-h/1-460331044l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH-oPLHGTI/AAAAAAAAACs/hYdIyuirWDA/s400/1-460331044l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359844998768957746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and even if you're evil. And don't you deny it! You enjoy bitchslapping me in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH_jQM6yxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5RAqvu2nK2M/s1600-h/1-736275461l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH_jQM6yxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5RAqvu2nK2M/s400/1-736275461l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359846012657257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We'll always be buddies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH_8jYbmuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oby0g47qoqg/s1600-h/P3072749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH_8jYbmuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oby0g47qoqg/s400/P3072749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359846447302548194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3808932916987637562?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3808932916987637562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3808932916987637562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-xonja.html' title='Happy Birthday Xonja!'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmH83eSRaSI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZDhccfcnf3M/s72-c/IMG_0573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-6945481519908731810</id><published>2009-07-12T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:06:03.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide the ketchup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our WIFI is back after being gone for more than 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks to those stupid Bayantel technicians who fucked up our entire connection because they accidentally reconfigured our WIFI router, which apparently is wrong because they aren't allowed to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom arrived last Thursday. Being the neat freak that she is, she cleaned up my room and arranged my cabinet. There, she found a Ketchup magazine. It's about the lesbian and gay lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, she asked me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmIAsQPhcLI/AAAAAAAAADE/LyFJ8m9euxg/s1600-h/hov_maiden_issue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmIAsQPhcLI/AAAAAAAAADE/LyFJ8m9euxg/s400/hov_maiden_issue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359847266798629042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Why do have a Ketchup mag?&lt;br /&gt;J: I bought it cause it was the first issue. It's gonna be vintage soon. It's not pornography.&lt;br /&gt;M: I know. Are you..&lt;br /&gt;J: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;M: Are you a..uh..a lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;J: what?!&lt;br /&gt;M: Are you?&lt;br /&gt;J: Of course not!&lt;br /&gt;M: Ah ok. I just thought. I don't like gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Not only is my mom a racist, she's also anti-gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-6945481519908731810?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6945481519908731810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/6945481519908731810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/hide-ketchup.html' title='Hide the ketchup'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SmIAsQPhcLI/AAAAAAAAADE/LyFJ8m9euxg/s72-c/hov_maiden_issue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-7864116531309258161</id><published>2009-07-06T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:39:30.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SlDiguuFbsI/AAAAAAAAABk/7PDbeilPlzU/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SlDiguuFbsI/AAAAAAAAABk/7PDbeilPlzU/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355029008868536002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; call for DESPERATE measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is Carl. He is my brother. And he also happens to be desperate. Very, very desperate. He was in the Coop and he needed to get back to the Film Center asap. It was raining hard, and he didn't have an umbrella with him. So of course, the most logical thing to do was to buy an umbrella. That he did. Did he choose it? Yes. He chose it cause it blue. Did he choose wisely? You tell me. Or better yet, you tell him. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the Barbie prints on his new umbrella?  And yes, that is lace on its edges. Oh, it's also a kiddie umbrella. It's even more girly than mine. I don't even have lace on mine. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-7864116531309258161?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7864116531309258161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/7864116531309258161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/desperate-times.html' title='Desperate times...'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SlDiguuFbsI/AAAAAAAAABk/7PDbeilPlzU/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-3966100330525996680</id><published>2009-07-04T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:14:32.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Issued</title><content type='html'>The Japanese Embassy still has not called. Oh well. Maybe Japan is not for me. But what the heck is really for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would feel relieved if I didn't pass the exam. But its actually sad. Somehow, I was looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. And always. Better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-3966100330525996680?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3966100330525996680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/3966100330525996680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/07/re-issued.html' title='Re: Issued'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-2310198506592708910</id><published>2009-06-29T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:41:17.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate it so much every time my dad teases me about studying in Japan. You see, I took a scholarship exam for a Japanese university. If I pass and pursue a Japanese education, I would have to leave UP and stay in Japan for 3 to 5 years. For someone who claims to love to travel, I sound so stupid in voicing out I don't like the concept of leaving my country. Well, I did say I love to travel, not study abroad. One year would have been fine. But 3 years? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm assuming things, and I should just cross the bridge when I get there. But I can't help it. It really bothers me. The thought of leaving my friends scares me. What if I become someone from being their friend to just a former dorm mate who left the country? I know I sound really pathetic. Maybe I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably want to hit me when I say I still I want to pass that damn scholarship exam. Failing the exam would actually do me a favor, but I just want to prove, or know that I am actually capable of something more of what is expected from me, that I could actually get someone, or a group aside from my parents to sponsor my education because they know I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This has really become pointless. I better shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-2310198506592708910?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/2310198506592708910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/2310198506592708910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/06/issued.html' title='Issued'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-4567818942851233885</id><published>2009-06-28T22:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:09:42.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Bachu</title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks, I always hear about the song Nobody by the Wonder Girls, but I have never heard the song itself. Or so I thought. So out of curiosity, I searched for the said song, only to find out that I already heard it before in an ASAP 09 production. Wonder Girls is a Korean girl group. And I actually thought Sandara Park was there since Sarah told me that she's now part of a Korean girl group. But apparently, Korea has A LOT of girl groups, and she's not part of the Wonder Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is really catchy. I only heard it twice but I could already sing it on my own, at least the English part. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want nobody, nobody bachu&lt;br /&gt;I want nobody, nobody bachu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BA7fdSkp8ds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BA7fdSkp8ds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-4567818942851233885?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/4567818942851233885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/4567818942851233885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/06/nobody-bachu.html' title='Nobody Bachu'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144748531472098292.post-5960322595787400015</id><published>2009-06-27T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:34:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Okay here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new site. Another link to add up on my growing number of online accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tinkering with this for the past three hours, only to realize that Blogger is not really for me because I'm not comfortable with its security settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'll still try to update this every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5144748531472098292-5960322595787400015?l=janinesatorre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/5960322595787400015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5144748531472098292/posts/default/5960322595787400015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinesatorre.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Janine Claire Satorre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16280339789935136732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gk0vOyznjE/SkXVCbSUknI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-FbIWTB8Tw0/S220/18215539.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
