<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
<!-- If you are running a bot please visit this policy page outlining rules you must respect. http://www.livejournal.com/bots/ -->
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:lj="http://www.livejournal.com">
  <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue</id>
  <title>dancing into the moonlight...</title>
  <subtitle>..waking up in the sunshine</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>heavenly sigh</name>
  </author>
  <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/"/>
  <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom"/>
  <updated>2007-10-11T01:54:16Z</updated>
  <lj:journal userid="4013988" username="r_ogue" type="personal"/>
  <link rel="service.feed" type="application/x.atom+xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom" title="dancing into the moonlight..."/>
  <link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/"/>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:40847</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/40847.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=40847"/>
    <title>Help!</title>
    <published>2007-10-11T01:54:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-11T01:54:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Hey!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Does anyone here know&amp;nbsp;a contact&amp;nbsp;for a manufacturer of&amp;nbsp;pep uniform / dance apparel?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:40364</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/40364.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=40364"/>
    <title>let's dream!</title>
    <published>2007-08-10T08:43:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-10T08:43:03Z</updated>
    <category term="love"/>
    <category term="dreams"/>
    <lj:music>mutya buena - real girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine a future moment in your life where all your dreams come true.&amp;nbsp;It's the greatest moment of your life and you get to experience it with one person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's standing next to you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:39970</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/39970.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=39970"/>
    <title>another step forward</title>
    <published>2007-08-08T04:49:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-08T04:50:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>wait for you - elliott yamin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I sincerely thank you all for the continuing support, encouragement and kind words. I really appreciate it. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:39830</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/39830.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=39830"/>
    <title>of lines and love</title>
    <published>2007-08-02T09:53:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-02T09:53:03Z</updated>
    <category term="love"/>
    <lj:music>some fall out boy song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;“It's been said that there's one word that will free us from the weight and the pain of life. And that word is love. And I believe that. That doesn't mean that it hasn't been hard, or that it won't be. It just means that I've found a stillness and a bravery in myself when I'm with you. You make me brave. And I will love you until the end of time.”&lt;/em&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:39232</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/39232.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=39232"/>
    <title>proposal</title>
    <published>2007-07-12T10:26:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-13T01:17:35Z</updated>
    <category term="love"/>
    <category term="paulo coelho"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This came from my favorite author, Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my way to a book fair &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was flying from New York to Chicago to attend the book fair held by the American Booksellers Association. Suddenly, a young man stood up in the aisle of the plane and announced:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘I need twelve volunteers each willing to carry a single rose when we get off the plane.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several people raised their hands. I did too, but I wasn’t chosen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even so, I decided to follow the group. We landed and the young man indicated a young woman in the arrivals hall at O’Hare airport. One by one, the passengers presented their roses to her. At last, in front of everyone, the young man asked her to marry him, and she accepted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An air steward said to me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘I’ve been working here for years, and that’s the most romantic thing that has ever happened in this airport.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;X's: What would be the most romantic proposal for you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:39100</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/39100.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=39100"/>
    <title>of life and songs</title>
    <published>2007-07-11T05:56:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-11T05:56:01Z</updated>
    <category term="switchfoot"/>
    <category term="alternative"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>i dare you to move - switchfoot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physics tells us that everything on this planet will fail us eventually. Trust someone, fall in love: your scars will tell the same story. Entropy, pain, beauty, love, hope... mix them together and call it living. The choice that remains is where we go to find meaning and truth. The biggest failures and disappointments in my life have led me to look beyond what money or power or friends can buy. When you're face down at the very bottom of who you are, and there is no formality or pretence to cling to, all your masks fall off. In this broken place, our lives can be seen for what they are, no more no less; we are ourselves. The question is this: What happens after the twin towers in our lives fall? Do we become bitter and hateful or does redemption come into focus? I've been on both sides...only one is beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;By: Jon Foreman, Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:38811</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/38811.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=38811"/>
    <title>tara, biyahe tayo</title>
    <published>2007-06-22T04:09:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-22T04:15:20Z</updated>
    <category term="hongkong"/>
    <category term="travel"/>
    <category term="boracay"/>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;It has always been my dream to travel. I was so ecstatic to have&amp;nbsp;gone to some places this year and it is only half of 2007 (oh mehn, ambilis, 6 months have passed already).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Who wouldn’t forget, Cameo, my best travel buddy? Travel photographer, why not?! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;After that fun trip to Laiya, I had another beach escapade to... Boracay!&amp;nbsp;I’ll just let the photos do the writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000epqz/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000epqz/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sailboats galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000fd78/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000fd78/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me live here forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000hc0x/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000hc0x/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with some added insanity along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;This is, by far, my best birthday present. I spent 4 glorious days in Hong Kong and although the weather is a bit off (Note: humid and rainy) and my feet reached its limit of walking (thank God for walkalator and flipflops), it was amazing to be in a different place, and exploring on our own with a map, a water bottle and camera on hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000p68a/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000p68a/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000qxbp/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000qxbp/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000rsc2/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000rsc2/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good finds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000sbqz/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000sbqz/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3d, here we come!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:37812</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/37812.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=37812"/>
    <title>know my heart</title>
    <published>2007-06-05T07:49:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-05T07:49:33Z</updated>
    <category term="love"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Sitting under the bed of moonlight, waves creating melody with the air, grains of sand pressing softly on our skin – it is a spellbinding thought, just you and me, in mutual loving silence. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000daya/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000daya/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:37178</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/37178.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=37178"/>
    <title>goodbye, Daddy</title>
    <published>2007-05-10T04:05:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T02:42:14Z</updated>
    <category term="loss"/>
    <category term="death"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I can vividly remember his warm embrace when our family visits their home in Tarlac. I always step back, for I know that he will pinch me so hard and tousle my hair all over. That's how Daddy (as we call him), my grandfather, expresses his affection to us. He has this big smile on his face, rarely with a frown.&amp;nbsp;He was a military veteran officer, who, in anytime of the day,&amp;nbsp;would generously do anything to help a fellow veteran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp;Daddy had his first attack of stroke several years ago, he fought thoroughly to survive, although most of his memory had been erased and we all just laugh when we ask him who we are, then he would answer "Luz" (Mommy, my lola) or his Mamang, his mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that last Tuesday would be his last sleep. He had his permanent rest. A very peaceful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I am sure Daddy is happy wherever he is. With a big, wide smile, as always.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:36889</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/36889.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=36889"/>
    <title>his day</title>
    <published>2007-05-09T04:00:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-09T04:00:49Z</updated>
    <category term="birthday"/>
    <category term="love"/>
    <category term="tatts"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Happy happy birthday to my dearest, Tatts!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what you always say, stay strong and dream BIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000cs2g/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000cs2g/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:36699</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/36699.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=36699"/>
    <title>I just wanna be on the beach...</title>
    <published>2007-05-03T06:37:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-10T02:22:23Z</updated>
    <category term="beach"/>
    <category term="travel"/>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <lj:music>sound of the aircon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;...Sunburn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;After more than a year of not seeing the shores, i finally got&amp;nbsp;that chance.&amp;nbsp;Even better, I spent the beach weekend with my college friends.&amp;nbsp;My best travel buddy, Cameo (whataname!) never failed to capture those crazy shots. Yeeehaaa for multibursts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000751a/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Friday night group" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000751a/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/00008dda/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/00008dda/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love hugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000agez/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/0000agez/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud&amp;nbsp;they did Yoga poses! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos on my Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:35897</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/35897.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=35897"/>
    <title>Not-so Holy Week</title>
    <published>2007-04-12T10:26:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-12T10:26:53Z</updated>
    <category term="baguio"/>
    <category term="travel"/>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <lj:music>Take My Breath Away - Jessica Simpson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Four days with my four crazy friends. I had an amazing time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been to Baguio before but this one is different. It was&amp;nbsp;not the usual parks and flowers, rather, those must-go places (for the artsy and laid-back type like me) that I didn't know Baguio has. Of course,&amp;nbsp;the glutton that we are, we tried&amp;nbsp;every food and drink&amp;nbsp;in each place&amp;nbsp;we visit.&amp;nbsp;From&amp;nbsp;Hot Choco, Strawberry Taho,&amp;nbsp;Camote Bread&amp;nbsp;to Pinikpikan, we had gone far beyond our tastebud's limit.&amp;nbsp;I never really thought that Baguio can be a haven for me. I would rather lounge in sand and water, but this one is an exception.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect weather. Heavenly places.&amp;nbsp;Of course, added with&amp;nbsp;good company. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better bring a date next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's: No one was harmed during this trip. Everything went in smoothly, and yes, Ian is still straight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/00001zqt/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/00001zqt/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Gulay, La Azotea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/00003z2x/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/00003z2x/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forest House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/00005kg9/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/00005kg9/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better bring a date here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/00006y50/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/r_ogue/pic/00006y50/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouting Session&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More photos on my &lt;a href="http://telywely.multiply.com/photos/album/45"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:35088</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/35088.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=35088"/>
    <title>Zzzzzzzz</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T07:39:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-29T14:34:06Z</updated>
    <category term="sleep"/>
    <category term="work"/>
    <lj:music>The World's Greatest - R.Kelly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" book="Book"&gt;I have got to stop these sleeping episodes at work!!! Consistenly, at the strike of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="15" minute="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" book="Book"&gt;3-4pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" book="Book"&gt;, my eyes start drooping, my&amp;nbsp;head&amp;nbsp;becomes very light and my mind wanders away. This is what they call stolen naps, which&amp;nbsp;are far better than the usual night time sleep. I don't know the cause of my unusual sleeping pattern, maybe I am just too tired. Tired from waking up at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="6" minute="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" book="Book"&gt;6am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" book="Book"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;just to&amp;nbsp;beat the other MRT commuters to get a space which I will endure from North to Ayala station. After which, another long queue for the jeepney ride waiting as i fill my lungs with Carbon Monoxide (free blush-on, anyone?). Working the same banana reports, eating at the same pantry and before&amp;nbsp;I knew it, I'm dozing off again. Come 630-7pm, I run off yet again to another harassing MRT ride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to vent after my stolen slumber. This keeps me sane, for the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting my dear friend, Dolorfino Nitroso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://keanoidd.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;img width="17" height="17" style="border-width: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;" alt="[info]" src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://keanoidd.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;keanoidd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"Hala, get back to work. Magsumikap kaaa! See you tonight. Jam tayo later with Gelli!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;" book="Book"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" book="Book"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now that's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;x's:&amp;nbsp;We're&amp;nbsp;here&amp;nbsp;for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_noelledeg' lj:user='noelledeg' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://noelledeg.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://noelledeg.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;noelledeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;. You can overcome this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:34931</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/34931.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=34931"/>
    <title>breathless yet full of life</title>
    <published>2007-03-23T07:19:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-23T08:01:49Z</updated>
    <category term="love"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>dido - white flag</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: " book="Book"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have found the paradox that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: " book="Book"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: " book="Book"&gt;I saw this in a printed orange paper posted on our mini white board&amp;nbsp;at the workplace. It really struck me, which made me reflect on where I am today. Looking back, there were moments that I would love to rewind and change to see if my present would still be the same. Same goes with my most cherished memories; if only time would stop ticking I would stay there forever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: " book="Book"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: " book="Book"&gt;From that hopeless pessimist state, I emerged into an independent, livelier person, like in my college days, only better. When he left more than a year ago, I thought my world ended, literally. After giving in so much, I finally learned to get up and move on with my life. I realized how much blessing this has become, and I am glad to have experienced it. Amidst the emotional rollercoaster I’ve ridden, all I can say is, it was worth the ride. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: " book="Book"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: " book="Book"&gt;This has been quite a journey,&amp;nbsp; surely, there will be more to come. Looking beyond what my eyes can see, there are endless possibilities awaiting to be unraveled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what will happen next.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:34737</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/34737.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=34737"/>
    <title>Muchos Gracias!</title>
    <published>2007-03-12T04:39:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-14T14:12:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;I have been working my ass off the past few weeks just to prepare for my video presentation. Grabe, that was the longest 1 hour of my life. A major relief that it’s over!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time throughout the whole class. I was nervous, yes, but seeing some familiar faces were enough for me to feel at ease.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;Awards Night Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shoutout of BIG THANKS to:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul type="disc" style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;Tatts, need I explain more? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul type="disc" style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;my loving parents,&amp;nbsp;for keeping up with&amp;nbsp;me, even if this is the first time that I was given a curfew after 21 years of partying. If you only knew what I was doing back then (hahaha) . I love you both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul type="disc" style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;Abby and Ian (who attended for the first time),&amp;nbsp;Dwight, Miguel, Edward, Joanne B and Kurei. Thanks for your support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul type="disc" style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;Tita Susan, for being a lifesaver and letting us borrow her handycam.&amp;nbsp;Your love for Body Balance is truly inspiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul type="disc" style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;Doni, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_keanoidd' lj:user='keanoidd' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://keanoidd.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://keanoidd.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;keanoidd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;my stage mom (or dad?), for the support and encouragement. You truly are the mentor of all mentors *wink* but&amp;nbsp;seriously, my&amp;nbsp;dear,&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;heartfelt&amp;nbsp;thanks to you, for&amp;nbsp;being there, not just for J,&amp;nbsp;but for me as well. I really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul type="disc" style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;Lastly, to my&amp;nbsp;mentor, James, gosh,&amp;nbsp;I don't know where to start..&amp;nbsp;*tears*&amp;nbsp; Thank you, from the bottom of my not-so-broken heart (haha).&amp;nbsp;For spending&amp;nbsp;time,&amp;nbsp;generously sharing everything you've got,&amp;nbsp;to help me improve.&amp;nbsp;Even if&amp;nbsp;i catch you yawning while&amp;nbsp;I teach (bored na? haha),&amp;nbsp;then surpisingly, showing a whole list of feedbacks afterwards (with dessert,&amp;nbsp;of course). For your support and encouragement from being a scared shitless girl during audition and training up until&amp;nbsp;I started teaching. For keeping up with my craziness and drama, and for being&amp;nbsp;there not&amp;nbsp;just as&amp;nbsp;a mentor, but as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;I know it will take a couple of months before I get the result of my Certification (*fingers crossed*), but hey, whatever the&amp;nbsp;outcome will be, I'm so glad to have gone through all of&amp;nbsp;this.&amp;nbsp;I have been so exhausted for the past few weeks,&amp;nbsp;dozing off literally at my day job (with dreams ha).&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;learned to sleep everywhere, even in the mrt while standing,&amp;nbsp;that once I pass out, my knees weaken and drop, and I have to pretend&amp;nbsp;I'm adjusting&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;to save my&amp;nbsp;face from embarassment. I even learned to eat while walking, I didn't&amp;nbsp;have time to eat that I buy stuff from stalls and eat them while rushing off to class. I&amp;nbsp; may be living a sabog lifestyle, but&amp;nbsp; I actually enjoy&amp;nbsp; every bit of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Book Antiqua&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a whole new experience that&amp;nbsp;I will never ever forget.&amp;nbsp;Truly life-changing, having to discover something that I am so passionate about and having to share that passion to everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:34401</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/34401.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=34401"/>
    <title>moving on</title>
    <published>2007-03-08T06:27:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-08T06:35:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>run for it - delerium</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;after much drama yesterday, i finally made the decision to turn&amp;nbsp;down the opportunity. i admit, it was a tough choice, and added to my agony when they said, "thank you kristel, we understand." i've been crying quietly in my&amp;nbsp;workstation, avoiding to feel that regret. i guess everything came in at the wrong time, and i have to concentrate on&amp;nbsp;other things. sunday, specifically (that's another story). hopefully, everything will fall into place next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;another story (how creative, geez)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will experience the longest hour of my life on sunday. i know, i know, this should be relatively easy since i've been doing this for months already, BUT, this is not just an ordinary class.&amp;nbsp;i will be sending a video of this class for certification... waaaaaaah! the thought of it makes me *shudder*. i hope i won't fall off on the balance track, or squeak my voice while my abs are on fire or say the wrong cues, get barok in the most silent moment, or get totally&amp;nbsp;blank on the choreo (especially tai chi!)... hayayayay! every worst possible scenario running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one deep inhale. aaaaaaand exhale. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:33827</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/33827.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=33827"/>
    <title>no regrets</title>
    <published>2007-03-01T07:20:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-01T07:23:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>something good - bic runga</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i simply said "no" without a blink, without questions, without thinking twice. well, i did, after a few seconds then i'm okay again. i was frustrated upon sharing this to my parents, which kept on pushing me take it back but then again, this is my life, right? my own decision, not theirs to ask. i just shared what i did and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. there's no turning back now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, that night when i was rushing off to class, i received a sign (fine, a text message), one that i have been hoping for a loooong time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was amazed with the sudden turn of events, one morning, made the hardest decision i've ever made, then came another door, the door that i have been wanting to enter yet afraid to knock on to. suddenly opened. yes, God is good, that is all i can say. maybe it was a sign, whether or not i'll be tempted to veer away for security's sake. i just can't stay on the safe side forever. no more what if's, buts, or what could have been's. even if my family is against it, no one can stop someone's heart to lead into something it does not yearn for. i admit, i am scared when i fully enter that door, uncertain of what is inside. but whatever that is, i'll be ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, my heart is.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:33440</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/33440.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=33440"/>
    <title>she dances...</title>
    <published>2006-08-29T09:54:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-29T09:55:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got this from Clang's blog and I just have to share it.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dancing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There you go. Why does it make you happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..............Well.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe because you're good at it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not really." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know..It just does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She faces the mirror with gleaming eyes. Today's the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitedly, she puts on her make-up: just a touch of confidence in the eyes, a dab of childlike innocence on the cheeks, and just a hint of laughter on the lips. She fixes her short messy hair up into a ponytail, lots and lots of hairpins to keep it in place. Perfect. She can't wait to dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her costume. At the back of her closet, she finds a pair of comfortable sweats, the fit just right. Hurriedly, she pulls out one of her mom's old sweaters. She steals a glance at the mirror again. Perfect. As always, she's forgotten her dancing shoes. But there's simply no more time to lose. Barefoot and all, finally, she's going to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets on the stage cheerfully clad with all sorts of adornment that only she could see. The empty wall behind her carries the breathtaking backdrop exactly the way she pictured it to be. The orchestra is now ready to play. Perfect. Everything's in place. It's now time to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she dances....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....to a sweet, soothing melody playing in her ears, she dances. The spotlight's on her, carefully catching her every move. She dances happily, without a single care in the world. Jete. Pirouette. Arabesque. She dances. The steps flow elegantly into every inch of her body, gracefully capturing the every emotion her soul wears. The rhythm now in sync with the beat of her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beads of sweat begin to trickle down her forhead onto the wooden floor. But she's not going to stop. Not yet, at least. For some reason unclear to her, she isn't at all tired. So she continues dancing. Spiritedly and passionately, she dances, plunging herself into the silence she calls music. Her calloused feet and aching back are simply well-compensated by the  reassuring sensation all these bring her. Compensated by the feeling of believing she's the best dancer in the world, though sickled and all. Then she stops for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bright eyes set on the empty audience in front of her, she smiles. Yes....she'd been dancing for herself all along. No wonder she'd felt so free. No wonder she'd been so happy. In the mirror she sees this simple girl, sweatdrops glistening on her skin. Her cheeks flushed. Her bare feet dirty. Her hair messed up, hairpins missing. Her eyes beam more brillantly. Perfect... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she dances once again.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:32754</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/32754.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=32754"/>
    <title>mooniful tonight</title>
    <published>2006-04-17T16:42:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-17T16:42:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sarah mclachlan - push</lj:music>
    <content type="html">did you guys notice how beautiful the moon was a while ago? gosh, if i only have the right cam, i would capture that mooniful night :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for the night (i remember that Tai Chi move in this song.. ;p bagay sa mooniful evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH McLACHLAN - Push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you the world just melts away&lt;br /&gt;All my troubles all my fears dissolve in your affections&lt;br /&gt;You've seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together&lt;br /&gt;You're the one true thing I know I can believe in&lt;br /&gt;You're all the things that I desire, you save me, you complete me&lt;br /&gt;You're the one true thing I know I can believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say or do 'cause you're to good to fight about it&lt;br /&gt;Even when I have to push just to see how far you'll go&lt;br /&gt;You wont stoop down to battle but you never turn to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is just the antidote when nothing else will cure me&lt;br /&gt;There are times I cant decide when I cant tell up from down&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I'd drown&lt;br /&gt;But you pick me up and brush me off and tell me I'm OK&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes thats just what we need to get us through the day</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:32216</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/32216.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=32216"/>
    <title>Nikewomen</title>
    <published>2006-04-13T07:40:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-13T08:23:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>portishead - glorybox</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My favorite release of Nikewomen apparel made for dancing (i know, i'm biased!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikewomen.com.ph"&gt;http://www.nikewomen.com.ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course try out the NikeRockstar class (along with your Nike clothes haha!), you'll definitely have a blast :-)</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:31250</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/31250.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=31250"/>
    <title>ay graaaabeeeee...</title>
    <published>2006-03-20T11:16:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-20T11:16:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im back... hahahaha :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you all LJ friends :-)</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:31057</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/31057.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=31057"/>
    <title>updaters!</title>
    <published>2005-12-04T12:28:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-04T12:28:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;finally!!! so much has happened this past few months and i don't know where to start. i'll do this, enumeration style hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. HE's baaaaack!!! wow! soo happy! :) someone spoiled it naman..tsktsktsk. (you owe us, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kupz' lj:user='kupz' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kupz.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kupz.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kupz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; hahaha!)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. got a great job! i started last October&amp;nbsp;under&amp;nbsp;a multinational&amp;nbsp;bank group. my teammates are all super nice. :) i&amp;nbsp;cried on&amp;nbsp;one tragic data, and they&amp;nbsp;just laughed at&amp;nbsp;me. hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. reunion with college blockies! we had dinner at the Superbowl and lots of catch up stories were told. this xmas ulit ha? i hope matuloy yun. :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. i saw&amp;nbsp;some old&amp;nbsp;firends. mostly pepmates. CB and our jeep-mrt kwentuhan haha! Daldalan with Grisha in Eastwood. i even saw JK in Rockwell. i miss you all pepmates!!! sayaw tayo ah! :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so far, i don't have internet at home. stupid pldt topak so i'm still settling in the internet cafe. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;miss you all LJ friends! :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:30513</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/30513.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=30513"/>
    <title>up-up-updaters</title>
    <published>2005-10-16T14:17:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-16T14:21:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i went to Eastwood last night with Mitchie and watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the 40 yr old virgin. &lt;/span&gt;we
had dinner at Jack's Loft, and just when i thought we're done eating,
she craved for dessert. hala, she ordered this big serving of eclair
with whipped cream and vanilla ice cream. wow. all her workouts at the
gym went down the drain. hahaha! good for me though, i need to gain
weight. hahah. this morning, i took the civil service exam in cubao
with only 4 hours of sleep. i was so bangag after that. then mom and i
went to Gateway for lunch and tried out the LazyBoy cinema. with only
50 seats plus free refill of popcorn and drinks, it sure felt like 
first-class. hahaha. oh, and i cooked again. my second
meal: risotto with mushrooms, asparagus and brocolli. im so happy my
dad loved loved it. or maybe he's just being nice hahaha. :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:30457</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/30457.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=30457"/>
    <title>enumerated random choochoos</title>
    <published>2005-10-15T08:44:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-15T08:44:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>gavin degraw - belief</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. finally the phone rang! yeahboi! :) it's too good to be true. thanks Kuya Jess :)&lt;br&gt;
2. my matchmaking is in process but so far i've been getting good
results from my friend. hahaha! i think i should make a career out of
it. hahaha!&lt;br&gt;
3. i cooked for the first time. as in i cooked real food ( i know how
to cook instant naman haha). behold, my pasta and vegetable au gratin.
according to my food critic (&lt;a href="http://caivega.multiply.com"&gt;Cai&lt;/a&gt;,
yessss. culinary expert!) it lacked salt and pepper haha BUT it has
potential. yehess! i hope you're not saying that because you're my
friend. hahaha!&lt;br&gt;
4. i love Gavin Degraw's album. thanks &lt;a href="http://mixieperez.blogspot.com"&gt;Mixie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br&gt;
5. i cant wait for December. :)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:r_ogue:30086</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/30086.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://r-ogue.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=30086"/>
    <title>powerbooks galore</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T05:08:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T05:08:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>keane - everybody's changing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">To all book lovers, Start your early Christmas shopping at POWERBOOKS'
WAREHOUSE SALE! Enjoy up to 70% discount on new and best selling
titles! Visit our warehouse from 10am to 7pm at 126 FMF Business Center
St. Mandaluyong City (beside 7-11) from October 14, 15, 17 to 22, 2005.
Enjoy your book shopping! See you there! &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
------&lt;br&gt;
please let the phone ring... argh!&lt;br&gt;</content>
  </entry>
</feed>
