<?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-8223542956583132398</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:01:52.684+08:00</updated><category term='diet'/><category term='thesis'/><category term='self'/><title type='text'>Too early for nostalgia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leli ursua∞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856550085587303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xud6L7kIeoc/TrarX5jp9KI/AAAAAAAABiQ/PT6w99JkQko/s220/161.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223542956583132398.post-2703353680786794588</id><published>2011-12-14T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:05:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SRS BZNS</title><content type='html'>Just a quick one before I finally hit the sack! It's official.. I am busy - bombarded with thesis-related stuff plus prelims to boot this week. I am so lazy these days but I get through it, with just a little push from specific parts of my body. Not to mention, I am trying to minimize my rice intake so expect me to be very moody and looks grumpy(?). JOKE. I'm ignoring my sore throat (I hope it don't get too serious or anything) Also, I have a lot of Christmas parties to attend this week. Actually there's only two but but but attending those parties involves a handful of mooolah. I'm unsure of my future with the reimbursed cash from the seminar we have organized last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money issues just makes me feel weak. I wish I win the lottery without even joining. heh. I have a lot more things to say but I feel sleepy already so buh-bye for now. Be back when I get the chance or if my busy sched will allow me (antaray, tight ang sched)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm addicted to homemade milktea OMG. Tita has this garapon of black tea leaves and I'm making milk tea every week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and in that moment, I swear we were infinite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223542956583132398-2703353680786794588?l=leliursua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/feeds/2703353680786794588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-quick-one-before-i-finally-hit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default/2703353680786794588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default/2703353680786794588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-quick-one-before-i-finally-hit.html' title='SRS BZNS'/><author><name>leli ursua∞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856550085587303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xud6L7kIeoc/TrarX5jp9KI/AAAAAAAABiQ/PT6w99JkQko/s220/161.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223542956583132398.post-2499747257197148310</id><published>2011-12-03T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:46:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November photo dump</title><content type='html'>I'm assuming every photo for this entry was taken on the month of November. I don't know but I guess, God answered my prayer when I told Him to fast-forward to December. A few days from now, I'll be turning twenty - i'm officially not a teen anymore. CHEERS TO DAT! November was a busy month for me or to anybody else, I think. December just brings hope on all of us, why? because it's the last month of the year - a lot of things to look forward to in the year 2012. Me? Just changing for the better. I promise to blog every once in a while or if I don't have enough time since it's just a few months before I graduate, I'll at least take photos of what is happening to me and my crazy little world. Although, expect low res pictures from my phone or anyone else's camera. Here's a few pictures of what happened this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fleNwTooGJ8/TtoHdmCazNI/AAAAAAAABjg/qPNmeitkVak/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fleNwTooGJ8/TtoHdmCazNI/AAAAAAAABjg/qPNmeitkVak/s640/a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to DV and Momma bought this for me. I don't know when will I be able to wear this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BtwRAXcrNw/TtoL_2rk91I/AAAAAAAABlY/iqTvhuP-lgE/s1600/IMG_0153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BtwRAXcrNw/TtoL_2rk91I/AAAAAAAABlY/iqTvhuP-lgE/s640/IMG_0153.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cleaned my room just before second semester started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoHQn96eKJg/TtoLgabA70I/AAAAAAAABlQ/3o7QePBxnZ8/s1600/IMG_0134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoHQn96eKJg/TtoLgabA70I/AAAAAAAABlQ/3o7QePBxnZ8/s640/IMG_0134.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took me approx. 3 days to clean my room. (that's how messy it is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8fc_5lyOdY/TtoJ_zoS0tI/AAAAAAAABlI/raGKdud6yNE/s1600/IMG_0127_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8fc_5lyOdY/TtoJ_zoS0tI/AAAAAAAABlI/raGKdud6yNE/s640/IMG_0127_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vacuum cleaner saved me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x83-JWJRy7w/TtoG53yeOJI/AAAAAAAABjA/qH2b5YosK9M/s1600/img_013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x83-JWJRy7w/TtoG53yeOJI/AAAAAAAABjA/qH2b5YosK9M/s640/img_013.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decided not to collect stickers for the planner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still undecided if I'm going to buy a planner or a tumbler. I am so torn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CrN2wnM-DWo/TtoHT-ZW0jI/AAAAAAAABjI/hNo-hs-CIhY/s1600/384785_10150369629865963_669065962_8402215_1631629304_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CrN2wnM-DWo/TtoHT-ZW0jI/AAAAAAAABjI/hNo-hs-CIhY/s640/384785_10150369629865963_669065962_8402215_1631629304_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm with the gang! and it's the first week of classes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X3EI59zId6E/TtoHr7XfJhI/AAAAAAAABj4/4Fdg59pmvTc/s1600/09112011%2528006%2529_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X3EI59zId6E/TtoHr7XfJhI/AAAAAAAABj4/4Fdg59pmvTc/s640/09112011%2528006%2529_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(L-R) Me, Yani, &amp;amp; Nica at Megamall. I was supposed to go to school but then, yeaaah...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDzrgkHqQJM/TtoHlTVCHHI/AAAAAAAABjw/3bkCmFEech0/s1600/386704_2658471299564_1189339834_33170152_659840921_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDzrgkHqQJM/TtoHlTVCHHI/AAAAAAAABjw/3bkCmFEech0/s640/386704_2658471299564_1189339834_33170152_659840921_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A proud Letranista hurr&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSiBAauJ5Cc/TtoHbfYFXoI/AAAAAAAABjY/hRzbcZ4n4Hk/s1600/308252_2658476219687_1189339834_33170162_593924781_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSiBAauJ5Cc/TtoHbfYFXoI/AAAAAAAABjY/hRzbcZ4n4Hk/s640/308252_2658476219687_1189339834_33170162_593924781_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We joined the Run for the Pasig River at Mall of Asia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dod36gxnc04/TtoHYkvA7mI/AAAAAAAABjQ/xoV2vx0r8vk/s1600/386436_2658475539670_1189339834_33170161_1640679125_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dod36gxnc04/TtoHYkvA7mI/AAAAAAAABjQ/xoV2vx0r8vk/s640/386436_2658475539670_1189339834_33170161_1640679125_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm with (L-R) Inah, Ruth, Mich, Abe, &amp;amp; JJ :) Our blockmate, Nini also went to the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBy9BxP7Dz8/TtoHjx6or_I/AAAAAAAABjo/AGrLvn4yxdA/s1600/21112011%2528002%2529_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBy9BxP7Dz8/TtoHjx6or_I/AAAAAAAABjo/AGrLvn4yxdA/s640/21112011%2528002%2529_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like a cathedral but no, it's just a parish - San Andres Apostol Parish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I dropped by to "inquire" re: my Parish Involvement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rcI1ZxRibdc/TtoHu5rvjuI/AAAAAAAABkI/MDbuuqenmpA/s1600/455593212_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rcI1ZxRibdc/TtoHu5rvjuI/AAAAAAAABkI/MDbuuqenmpA/s640/455593212_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I-am-so-happy-my-face-looks-unusual. Brunch wif &amp;nbsp;my bestfriend, Ila.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tried Moonleaf (tea shop just beside the place where we ate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6btgn_p42E/TtoHtc5_nuI/AAAAAAAABkA/WBNcj9U1Zdc/s1600/456547304_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6btgn_p42E/TtoHtc5_nuI/AAAAAAAABkA/WBNcj9U1Zdc/s640/456547304_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I slouching? :| It's Milky &amp;amp; Sunny at Kapitolyo! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPRnlJ7Llf8/TtoHvzzI_fI/AAAAAAAABkQ/RycRhVXmYmI/s1600/webcam-toy-photo9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPRnlJ7Llf8/TtoHvzzI_fI/AAAAAAAABkQ/RycRhVXmYmI/s640/webcam-toy-photo9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After our brunch date, I head back home.. to sleep. Then, went to Megamall to meet Ila again. She gave me this advance b-day gift! ..and the rest was history :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07EiYETyda0/TtoHz8ZZB0I/AAAAAAAABkY/VDxVv7fVAmg/s1600/378795_234406749960290_135499886517644_606590_764593473_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07EiYETyda0/TtoHz8ZZB0I/AAAAAAAABkY/VDxVv7fVAmg/s640/378795_234406749960290_135499886517644_606590_764593473_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello there, I don't know any of you (except tita Lalen!) at the Fiesta Palaro for my PI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ppJaaM8nGI/TtoIukUO7NI/AAAAAAAABko/K0lVQw8SOKY/s1600/7abcd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ppJaaM8nGI/TtoIukUO7NI/AAAAAAAABko/K0lVQw8SOKY/s320/7abcd.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured I can do a lot more than this. I hope I win this logo contest of PNRI. If not, at least I gave it a try :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Snzvas03_6A/TtoH2JwOQdI/AAAAAAAABkg/CUeMcK1-bfM/s1600/webcam-toy-photo4_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Snzvas03_6A/TtoH2JwOQdI/AAAAAAAABkg/CUeMcK1-bfM/s320/webcam-toy-photo4_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the face of a 19 year-old girl who lacks sleep most of the time and is determined to graduate by March 2012. She's turning 20 this Monday. Hopefully, she'll be more independent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and would save for her future - whatever her future may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa things to do. Actually, I'll just end up playing PVZ tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and in that moment, I swear we were infinite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223542956583132398-2499747257197148310?l=leliursua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/feeds/2499747257197148310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/2011/12/november-photo-dump.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default/2499747257197148310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default/2499747257197148310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/2011/12/november-photo-dump.html' title='November photo dump'/><author><name>leli ursua∞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856550085587303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xud6L7kIeoc/TrarX5jp9KI/AAAAAAAABiQ/PT6w99JkQko/s220/161.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fleNwTooGJ8/TtoHdmCazNI/AAAAAAAABjg/qPNmeitkVak/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223542956583132398.post-1685001246798714743</id><published>2011-11-23T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:20:02.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesis'/><title type='text'>Self-control is easy</title><content type='html'>I f you have the courage to say no to temptations, then you surely have a bright future when it comes to controlling everything and anything about yourself. See, I kind of realized that these past few months I don't practice self-control. I don't know why it took me a long time before I figured it out. Thanks to my professor on my Current Issues in Psychology class, she made us read an article re: Will Power. It's something that I've been ignoring for a long time. If not for this article, I wouldn't have the courage to change my habit little by little. I even read several trivia regarding that and I couldn't less agree with that. I was reluctant at first but then, there's no harm in trying so, I gave it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I attended a fun run for the benefit of the Ilog Pasig. After that, I wanted to continue living a somewhat healthy life and so, I told my mother to only cook fish and veggies for the whole week. I just wanted to give it a try for a week, see if I can handle it. I was reluctant the first day, kind of irritated and I'm craving for pork! Yesterday, I no longer had that strong urge to eat pork or any food that is "unhealthy" based from my own standards of what makes me fat and what makes me thin. Today, I had a difficult time choosing what to eat. Everything on the menu was pork or beef or something that will make me feel guilty after eating it. Anyhow, I was able to make it through with lunch. So, I guess I'll continue this until Christmas or who knows, maybe forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood to be sentimental nor for a long post tonight because I'm too tired to actually chase after my thoughts. I'm really busy with thesis at the moment that thinking of impossible things maybe unnecessary and wouldn't even help me in the first place. I'm just too damn tired but then, I had to write down my thoughts because it's been a week or so, since I last posted something here. I don't feel obligated to do this post, just that I want to remember these thoughts. I'm quite forgetful and I have short attention span these days. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, 3 more things on my to-do list then, I'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223542956583132398-1685001246798714743?l=leliursua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/feeds/1685001246798714743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/2011/11/self-control-is-easy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default/1685001246798714743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default/1685001246798714743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/2011/11/self-control-is-easy.html' title='Self-control is easy'/><author><name>leli ursua∞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856550085587303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xud6L7kIeoc/TrarX5jp9KI/AAAAAAAABiQ/PT6w99JkQko/s220/161.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Dogwood, Cainta, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.556959405406701 121.10272407531738</georss:point><georss:box>14.555038405406702 121.10025657531739 14.5588804054067 121.10519157531738</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223542956583132398.post-6695988265937561394</id><published>2011-11-10T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:41:05.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unusual Thursday</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of a lot of things right now. I want material things more than anything else. I don't know why but I'm such a&lt;i&gt; tekkie&lt;/i&gt; ever since a kid. Yesterday, I even have that cathartic moment wherein I thought that maybe, the internet was my first love. I don't even know why I had that cathartic moment, you know, that one time when you unconsciously blink your eye and then, P&lt;i&gt;OOF&lt;/i&gt;! there goes an unacceptable realization that the internet was your first love. Okay, okay,enough of the realization. Going back to my point, I would love to own all the expensive gadgets ya'know but I'm so broke that I couldn't even buy anything from my savings. It sucks to be me, I know. Although, I am still hoping that mommy will buy me a new phone by graduation and my tita will buy me a decent digital camera this Christmas, STILL.. I can't buy my own gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sucks to be unproductive at this point in time. I still have a few months 'til graduation kicks off and by then, I'll probably work my ass to get a decent job. There is a stream of possibilities awaiting for me and I don't really know, or should I say, I haven't decided yet on what path to take. I would like to enter graduate school but not as early as after I graduate from my bachelor's degree. I would like to travel but I wouldn't want to leave my 'rents, not now when my &lt;i&gt;Tatay&lt;/i&gt; is weak. I would like to work in the government but I would want to explore more with jobs related to my field. I have this mind set that as soon as I work for the government, I will never quit the job 'cause they say working in the government has a lot of benefits - &lt;i&gt;idk&lt;/i&gt; but my folks tell me that. I want to try and give it a shot on all of that after graduation but, there is a but. I have no idea what will happen a few months from now. I don't want to shove everything to my throat and have that mind set that&lt;i&gt; I WILL DO THIS, I WILL DO THAT.&lt;/i&gt; To think of it, I still have a lot of time to waste. Well, not simply waste but enjoy it and waste it. &lt;i&gt;hah. Just kidding!&lt;/i&gt; I'm nineteen years old for crying out loud, and I'll be turning twenty next month. I still have 5 years to waste and accomplish the things I will eventually write on my &lt;i&gt;bucket list.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;To be honest, I am excited to work. get paid, and splurge on the finer things in life. I would want my 'rents to be able to feel that they are now retired and that all their hard work paid off because I am successful with my job. I will be successful with my job, whatever it may be. All for my 'rents. All for my nephew and niece. All for my one and only sister and my one and only brother-in-law. The future is vague but I will try my best to decipher it and experience it my way. &amp;nbsp;Going back to the gadgets, I would save for that and I promise myself that I will buy all of them eventually. Heh. I wouldn't want to keep my hopes up and be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223542956583132398-6695988265937561394?l=leliursua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/feeds/6695988265937561394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/2011/11/unusual-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default/6695988265937561394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default/6695988265937561394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/2011/11/unusual-thursday.html' title='An Unusual Thursday'/><author><name>leli ursua∞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856550085587303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xud6L7kIeoc/TrarX5jp9KI/AAAAAAAABiQ/PT6w99JkQko/s220/161.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223542956583132398.post-8760299219318659943</id><published>2011-11-07T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T02:08:01.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choceur</title><content type='html'>I created this blog over a month ago. I wish I could have revived my old blogger account but that wouldn't feel right on my part. I started "blogging" during my high school days. I had this urge to start an online diary which contains stories about my crushes or whatsoever. You know that phase. But I never really had the courage to do so because I'm afraid that my friends or family members would read my posts. Kinda lame on my part thinking that people might actually read stuff I post on the internet. As years gone by, I learned how to not care of what other people will say. I learned how to value my individuality and stand firmly on my beliefs, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I would transfer from one blogging platform to another. Name it and I may have created an account in some of the famous blogging platforms on the internet.&amp;nbsp;Love was always a recurring theme for my blog entries.&amp;nbsp;I would incessantly write about my feelings that when I try to read it again, it's as if I didn't own the emotion I'm talking about on my entry. I don't know but it's one way of detaching myself from reality. Super emo, right. I don't know but when I talk about my feelings, it's like opening up myself in a whole new different level. Although, I should say that when I entered college, it has drastically changed me to a whole new person. At first, it was difficult to adjust knowing that I am just a seventeen-year-old frosh who just moved in to a new house and misses her hometown terribly, who wasn't able to make it to her dream school and by that, she is stuck in a college somewhere in Intramuros. My first year was really hard for me to cope up and just carry on. I would always look back with a hint of regret on the back of my mind but hey, I was able to move forward and now, I am still on the process of pursuing my dreams. I'm a better person now. I'm all sober and clean (haha! just kidding). I'm a better person now because I've always kept my feet on the ground and I took every problem that I've encountered as a blessing in disguise by God. I'm still religious, I should say, but not in the old-fashioned way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the year 2005 when I made an account here on blogspot and now, I am back to where I've started. 2011 gave me a whole new reason to live life to the fullest. I know, it sounds cliche and the things I will write here on my serious blog probably may sound cliche but everything is genuine. This year is about to end and I'm starting a whole new life taking it one step at a time. I'm graduating next year, hopefully by March which means that I must strive and earn a living after college, make my parents proud, and do crazy stuff (hehe) - spend my salary on relevant stuff, in short - be a responsible adult. This blog will hopefully attest to that. Hopefully.. let's be hopeful, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My title is a brand of white chocolate that I was eating a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223542956583132398-8760299219318659943?l=leliursua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/feeds/8760299219318659943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/2011/11/choceur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default/8760299219318659943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223542956583132398/posts/default/8760299219318659943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leliursua.blogspot.com/2011/11/choceur.html' title='Choceur'/><author><name>leli ursua∞</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856550085587303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xud6L7kIeoc/TrarX5jp9KI/AAAAAAAABiQ/PT6w99JkQko/s220/161.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Dogwood, Cainta, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.556938636562386 121.10270261764526</georss:point><georss:box>14.555017636562386 121.10023511764527 14.558859636562385 121.10517011764526</georss:box></entry></feed>
