<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:47:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>PANCAKES FOR LUNCH</title><description>inner workings of my twisted mind</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-8488674945695869066</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-23T08:47:21.580+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I wonder why I can't compose this blog without having to click on the Edit HTML button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got my Christmas gift early and I am currently using that gift to type in my blog :) Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates, updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't submitted my manuscript (bookbind version) to my adviser.. She won't hate me. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Mel left for the States last night :( and I feel extremely sad, three of my college friends live abroad now. Eeep! Feels bad that they're so farrr away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globe sucks! Maybe it's the season but I can't seem to subscribe in any of their unlimited services. That saves me a lot of money pa naman. Damn it! Are you having the same problem? Tweet it to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Summit Media today, after a month. I'm gonna have an interview after lunch (pray for me) and before lunch, I'll be visiting the Preview girls :) Lots of catching up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my interview, I'm gonna try to drop by my friend's condo in San Juan and have my mom pick me up later that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-8488674945695869066?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wonder-why-i-cant-compose-this-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-6315395643443717216</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T10:37:13.837+08:00</atom:updated><title>COOL PHONE CALL</title><description>I woke up to my ring tone and wondered why this certain number is calling me. I stared at my phone, it didn't really sink in. I knew who it was because I saved that number when they called me earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirements and some re-scheduling were discussed, but then.. It was one great phone call! I wish my mom around so I can share her my giddy giddy feeling. Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-6315395643443717216?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/12/cool-phone-call.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-6782147418606223721</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T10:30:55.820+08:00</atom:updated><title>Syquia Talks</title><description>HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was hanging out in Juan's (Caguicla) apartment for a shoot along with a hair stylist and another photographer. I was thinking about this indie film that Juan participated in. Marc Abaya (Kwjan's vocalist) and Leeroy New (Sculptor) was a part of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Juan this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Do you have a copy of that film? I want to watch it!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan replied with something like they were not in good terms with the one who produced it or something &amp;nbsp;and I asked why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply said, "&lt;i&gt;Ask mo si Marc, pa-kwento ka sakanya..&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DEAR. I wish I could simply walk up to Marc Abaya and ask him, huh? Oh Juan, so &lt;i&gt;kulit&lt;/i&gt;! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-6782147418606223721?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/12/syquia-talks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-4508467457336829932</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 13:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-02T21:28:45.321+08:00</atom:updated><title>PREVIEW's December 2009 Issue</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SxZrfnRgdQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iCTL3ev5Xmo/s1600/main_1259726777120209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SxZrfnRgdQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iCTL3ev5Xmo/s400/main_1259726777120209.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With Ms. Agot Isidro on the cover, your Christmas Girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the last cover that I will assist in. They're taking in new interns now. APPLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to Stylebible.ph for more photos and the video. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-4508467457336829932?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/12/previews-december-2009-issue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SxZrfnRgdQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iCTL3ev5Xmo/s72-c/main_1259726777120209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-5736993150410930126</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-02T11:17:40.914+08:00</atom:updated><title>TOO MUCH</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SxXcPqUV0EI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lwAVF2w_XKY/s1600/DSC02598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SxXcPqUV0EI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lwAVF2w_XKY/s320/DSC02598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too much internet and TV.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am extremely bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-5736993150410930126?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SxXcPqUV0EI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lwAVF2w_XKY/s72-c/DSC02598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-3819244532758010630</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-02T10:26:08.046+08:00</atom:updated><title>You know I'm BAAAAd</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SxXPseWrodI/AAAAAAAAAcs/56rMBTLfkp8/s1600/13336_205739150784_581610784_3504370_8264554_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SxXPseWrodI/AAAAAAAAAcs/56rMBTLfkp8/s320/13336_205739150784_581610784_3504370_8264554_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo of three girls who got so confused and intrigued. With Mel and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ellicole.livejournal.com/"&gt;Adi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite photos of that night. Yes, looking decent in this photo is a huge factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phuket Mansions, South Forbes.&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/1525326420617756905-3819244532758010630?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/12/coz-you-know-im-baaaad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SxXPseWrodI/AAAAAAAAAcs/56rMBTLfkp8/s72-c/13336_205739150784_581610784_3504370_8264554_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-1687228513172520373</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 09:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:04:18.240+08:00</atom:updated><title>Something about Romance..</title><description>One of the great things about living in New York City is that you don't have to sugar-coat your feelings. Have New York women settled for a sugar-free existence as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We accept tasty delights instead of real ice cream, emails instead of love songs, jokes instead of poetry. Its no wonder that when faced with the real thing, we can't stomach it. Is it something we could learn to digest? Have we become romance-intolerant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City&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/1525326420617756905-1687228513172520373?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-about-romance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-5699021975991524853</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T11:53:28.401+08:00</atom:updated><title>MY GIRLS</title><description>Maren is in Canada, Sam is in Australia..&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, we rarely see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most of the time its just us three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you girls already! Even though we spend so much money when we're together. HARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs070.snc3/13764_1061538034877_1718730892_114795_7833266_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs070.snc3/13764_1061538034877_1718730892_114795_7833266_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starbucks treats. It was so funny because we were checking out the nutrition pamphlet before we ordered. Less calories = LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barista even made a comment, &lt;i&gt;"Diet kayo?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jacque: Iced Chai Latte, non-fat milk&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Melissa: Dark Cherry Frap, no whip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MJ: Raspberry Frap (she got the lowest. yaaay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs070.snc3/13764_1061538114879_1718730892_114797_6247732_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs070.snc3/13764_1061538114879_1718730892_114797_6247732_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere in Paseo late at night. Forgive my sleepy, make-up free face. RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs050.snc3/13764_1061537594866_1718730892_114784_6365783_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs050.snc3/13764_1061537594866_1718730892_114784_6365783_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smoking area in school. Where we usually hang when we're in school.. 'Cause its chill there especially in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs048.snc3/13557_1288235608993_1323292518_30820204_7491294_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs048.snc3/13557_1288235608993_1323292518_30820204_7491294_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marton's party at Fuel. HARHARHAR. Fun night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10123_150189449791_693659791_2395138_4962591_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10123_150189449791_693659791_2395138_4962591_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ABCA Scream partayyy! &amp;lt;3 Drunken-ness. LOLOL. Too much SHOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I'm only with Melissa &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(like our Amber-Bugsy's-Bureau night and BAd party)&lt;/span&gt; and there are also times when I'm only with MJ &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Eastwood for some Red Mango &amp;amp; drinks, Glorietta, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;.. Sigh, I miss them much already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel lives so close, but MJ is in San Juan! Come here my dear! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-5699021975991524853?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-girls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-5178970855809111804</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 09:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-29T17:18:23.589+08:00</atom:updated><title>Growing Pains</title><description>I've mentioned before that I feel like I lost my wit and humor required for me to write this blog. When I get to read what I wrote, I would always always find it bland, boring and sometimes sense-less and I personally hate that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want wit and humor, but its not something I could just buy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, reading helps me revive it. Blogs, magazines, BOOKS! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(OHHH BOOKS! If you know a good one, lemme know..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm bored and I'm writing. Its a Sunday and I'm stuck at home because mother is in NYC.. And I've been watching too much television. I just hope its Gossip Girl, Grey's Anatomy, House, How I Met Your Mother, Running in Heels, The City, Rachel Zoe Project &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(is that it?)&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;i&gt;Yadah yadah!&lt;/i&gt; Not just random cheap TV. I hate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you're down south and bored, let me know. Let's get bored together. FTW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-5178970855809111804?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-pains.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-4936893828259770369</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 09:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-28T17:38:55.669+08:00</atom:updated><title>COLLEGE, COLLEGE!</title><description>Technically, I am freakin' done with college. But I can't seem to get over that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the BAd party and I must say I enjoyed.. Too much actually that I drank even if I wasn't supposed to. (HINT: I have ulcer, gastritis and whatnot!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a shame that I only get to hangout with my school friends/batch mates now, I mean we should've done it months and even years ago. Damn, I effin' miss college.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cut it short, last night was simply insane! FUN too. Can't spill much though, but it was def FUUUUUN and WIIIIIILD. We should all do this more often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Migs Gaite said that its too bad we only started doing this when we are almost done with college. True!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-4936893828259770369?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/11/college-college.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-193851716186401569</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 12:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T20:13:52.789+08:00</atom:updated><title>CHANEL LOVE</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SwvN57Aj8tI/AAAAAAAAAco/Tmff35tF8Dk/s1600/Picture%202.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SwvN57Aj8tI/AAAAAAAAAco/Tmff35tF8Dk/s400/Picture%202.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chanel-inspired Twitter account &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-193851716186401569?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/11/chanel-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yu5Gw0itGpc/SwvN57Aj8tI/AAAAAAAAAco/Tmff35tF8Dk/s72-c/Picture%202.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-130294893373063124</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 01:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T09:08:42.509+08:00</atom:updated><title>TALK TALK TALK!</title><description>Wow! I haven't blogged anything for the month of November, this is insane. Anyway, just so you know, our internet at home is still busted for almost 3 weeks now, THANKS SMART BRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up? Let me start with the most recent, kk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CURRENTLY IN LOVE WITH LA ROUX's MUSIC!!! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother will be leaving this weekend, she will be going to NYC!!! Love love love!!! I am jealous and at the same time super kaduper happy for her. YAYYY! Mama, hint: iPhone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had my endoscopy, its a procedure wherein they insert a camera through my mouth to be able to see my esophagus and stomach, since they are hallow and can't be seen in ultrasound. For the first time in 11 years, I had a dextrose, so they can make me sleep. I also had to wear this plastic thing for oxygen, which got me excited because it was my first time, I'm shallow like that. It was insane coz I remember bits and pieces, like gagging because of that darn camera. I was in the recovery room for about 2 hours, which made me really anxious because I wanted to find out the results, apparently I have erosive gastritis, pyloric ulcer and hiatal hernia. Thank God that it can be healed through medication, no operation required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days before my endoscopy, I've been going to the hospital, I have two doctors, one is a Gastroenterologist and one is for family medicine. They also found out that I was anemic. &lt;i&gt;Sakitin&lt;/i&gt; much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been suffering for some time now, but I still do what I wanna do. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Just last friday, we had our December cover shoot and it was awesome. Our cover girl was smokin'! You will love it! Can't wait for December! And also during the shoot, Raymond made us wear his wigs, really afro ones, it was soooo much fun. If you are my friend in Facebook, you can view the photos. Insanely crazy and extra fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Nov 7, even if I was in pain, I went out with my friends and drank. HAHA. Tequila shots, no less. Just imagine what my stomach was going through. And my purse not only contains my lipstick but tons of Kremil-S to ease the pain. First aid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That week, first week of Nov. I also had my defense in school, finally, finally.. I am done! I just have to wait for graduation but technically, I'm done! And it feels so good. And I got to spend time with my friends, Mel and MJ. Fun fun funnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downer for the first week of Nov, I missed the soccer game of my life. &lt;i&gt;*wink*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't remember much now. Sorry, my blog isn't that interesting and I don't have photos, only because I am just too lazy to post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-130294893373063124?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/11/talk-talk-talk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-3261379502290257655</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 09:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T17:44:22.481+08:00</atom:updated><title>HAUTE COUTURE!</title><description>NOVEMBER IS HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stylebible.ph/source/gallery/main_1256892465103009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://www.stylebible.ph/source/gallery/main_1256892465103009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Curtis wearing Slim's designs.&lt;br /&gt;Go to stylebible.ph for more photos and of course, the video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-3261379502290257655?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/haute-couture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-7642671566548047482</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 09:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T17:52:28.145+08:00</atom:updated><title>GOOD TIMES!</title><description>This is me, being so sentimental again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we had our retreat for graduating students, it was great, to say the least. It has been a long time since I cried and laughed like that and it felt so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish I was back in college, hanging out in someone's house, Camia or the lung center. Good times, good times! I couldn't remember not laughing. May it be with the help or alcohol or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS, you know who you are. Last weekend, you guys made me remember how much fun I had in school. I love it to bits. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like its too cheesy, so I'll stop my thoughts right here. NO peep-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-7642671566548047482?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-7976119254178645718</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 10:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-25T19:04:36.519+08:00</atom:updated><title>TWO CENTS.</title><description>I just want to listen to you talk all day, is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And probably bite your lip as well just because its too tempting..&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/1525326420617756905-7976119254178645718?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/penny-for-your-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-3244798869555938544</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T13:24:32.378+08:00</atom:updated><title>Where art thou?</title><description>I can't seem to write the way I used to. I may have left my sense of humor and probably wit, somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-3244798869555938544?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-art-thou.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-8659095950831281750</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T12:58:18.095+08:00</atom:updated><title>Running in HEELS.</title><description>Couldn't think of a title, so I typed that in. I believe there is a reality show named "Running in Heels," about Marie Claire interns in the US. Loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I kinda revised my previous post because after reading it again after a few days, I felt sick. How can I be&lt;i&gt; that&lt;/i&gt; emotional. I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our meeting day for the magazine, especially the fashion pages. It was, as usual, exciting! Since we get to brainstorm and think of things for the magazine. Oh, you better be excited, as in super. I shrieked and my heart literally skipped a beat when I heard the news. Exciting, I tell you. Meetings gets me inspired and reminds me of why I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; love what I'm currently doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom last night if she can stay out late today, because I will try to attend the Chanel event. Heehee. Thanks Daryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning I got the sermon of my life on my way to work because I woke up late. Pretty intense. I hate it when I have sermons for breakfast, super negative vibe. Anyhow, I'm just waiting for the PDFs that I need to send. Eeek. I. Need. To. Send. It. TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-8659095950831281750?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/running-in-heels.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-522712883312412241</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T19:46:30.188+08:00</atom:updated><title>OUCH!</title><description>I opened my Facebook account and was immediately greeted by this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you rather: A. Want something but never get the chance to have it? B. Get something that you’ve always wanted but end up feeling not wanting it anymore? C. Discover that something that you’ve wanted turns out to be something that it isn’t?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my advertising professor's status. And it hit me like a big yellow school bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-522712883312412241?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/ouch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-4022884685278933198</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T10:28:42.020+08:00</atom:updated><title>CAN YOU READ THIS?</title><description>Olny srmat poelpe can raed tihs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! If you can raed tihs psas it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed from Johnnyverse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-4022884685278933198?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-you-read-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-2423622292605037455</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 02:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T10:04:28.769+08:00</atom:updated><title>I'mna do BIG THINGS</title><description>I'm at my lola's place today, 'cause she asked us to visit her. We actually live close to each other but we never get to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just gonna finish work on Monday. Hope its not yet too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we plan to go out, after 25 centuries, we finally planned to go out. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say. So, I'm gonna go. You can stay a little longer, enjoy the music. CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-2423622292605037455?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/imna-do-big-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-7355573490470835834</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T09:48:53.678+08:00</atom:updated><title>EMOTIONAL</title><description>It might be too much Estrogen or simply separation anxiety, I get that sometimes. &lt;div&gt;I can't seem to shake it off. I feel sad or alone. Whatever you call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it. I wanna curl up in my bed and feel safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE THE FEELING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-7355573490470835834?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/emotional.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-2940493809905973099</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T08:07:59.451+08:00</atom:updated><title>IN THE MEANTIME</title><description>&lt;i&gt;If I walk, would you run? If I stop, would you come? If I say you're the one, would you believe me? If I ask you to stay, would you show me the way? Tell me what to say, so you won't leave me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe I'm not ready, but I'll try for your love. We've been hiding enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I sing you a song, would you sing along? If I gave you my heart, would you just play the part? Or tell me its the start of something beautiful. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-2940493809905973099?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-meantime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-1799605376851323048</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 08:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T22:57:16.708+08:00</atom:updated><title>Preview's October Issue</title><description>Its here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stylebible.ph/source/preview/main_1254368513100109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://www.stylebible.ph/source/preview/main_1254368513100109.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Buy your copy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For more information.. &lt;a href="http://www.stylebible.ph/frompreview.php"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Behind the scenes: &lt;a href="http://www.stylebible.ph/video.php?id=64"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.stylebible.ph/gallery.php?id=1210&amp;amp;p=1"&gt;Photos&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from stylebible.ph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will also post photos from my camera, prolly on my Facebook.&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/1525326420617756905-1799605376851323048?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/previews-october-issue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-2226105320620596446</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T09:41:24.059+08:00</atom:updated><title>On a lighter note..</title><description>I wasn't able to share some good stuff because of the storm, affected the mood as well. Okay, updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes finally arrived! OH YAAAY! My tito asked me what I wanted because he was getting my brother Nike SB's, so I gave him a link and he said, &lt;i&gt;"Get another one!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM! Two pairs of shoes, loves utt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was soooo glad we wrapped up the shoot for Business Class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in the office at around 11am, super exact! Then Daryl and I went to Rockwell &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Ay grabe, Dorothy Perkinds! STRESS!)&lt;/span&gt; and Greenbelt 5 to pullout the items. You can just imagine how many times I called and faxed the stores for approval. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, oh my. Those Prada bags I pulled out..&lt;br /&gt;By 2:10, we were done with pullouts. And went straight to Louie's house for the shoot. We got a bit delayed since Cosmo &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(sister magazine) &lt;/span&gt;was still shooting products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fixed already so we breezed through the shoot. Pinning was a bitch though, always was. Ask anyone! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shoot, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(along with an assistant)&lt;/span&gt; returned the stuff we pulled out. I even had time to go back in the office, buy food and read my book. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring but fulfilling day. Now, its time to fix the layout. Just have to get the CD!&lt;br /&gt;CIT, I miss you naa! Going to the office before lunch! Lots of kwentoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG! Its October 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;Buy Preview's October Issue!!! OH MYYYYYYYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525326420617756905-2226105320620596446?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-lighter-note.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525326420617756905.post-7745995891280308574</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 09:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T17:35:00.076+08:00</atom:updated><title>FINALLY.</title><description>My friend texted me last night, she said she's leaving the office early the next day because she's going to volunteer and then she asked me if I wanted to join her, I replied with a "SURE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally my chance to help out those people who were affected by the storm. We first planned to go to White Space (Chino Roces) but then decided to go to UA&amp;amp;P because its closer to our office then when we saw that Louie Aguinaldo was organizing something in La Salle GH, we wanted to go there too. But then we ended up going to &lt;b&gt;Megatent (Ortigas)&lt;/b&gt; since its close to our office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go to the office, we already talked about it since there was nothing much to do we decided to go earlier than expected. Anna and Cindy wanted to join in too, which was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there before lunch time, there wasn't much to do since we were still waiting for donations. After a while we had a meeting and had lunch (from Enderun, thank youuuu!), then off to packing relief goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good to do that, since I have never volunteered before. Yes, I would donate, but to personally put things together was a different story. I felt so good, I was able to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was insanely hot but still we continued to work. We had to stop a couple of times though because we ran out of goods, but then, people still kept on donating. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP DONATING! Megatent, Ortigas. Its beside Renaissance.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the students of UA&amp;amp;P for organizing this. Luff luff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do hope that you get to help, even in your own little way. God Bless guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I will post photos soon!&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/1525326420617756905-7745995891280308574?l=cquee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cquee.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jacque de borja)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>