<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783</id><updated>2011-10-14T14:59:37.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>zhinesade's surreal world</title><subtitle type='html'>everything about nothing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-2432234754766712021</id><published>2011-10-14T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:59:37.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>surrender</title><summary type='text'>but it was somehow just a blink of an eyeandnothing.but it was not intense enoughor mabe too much so.but it was not a blessed matchsoit seemed.but there were no promises kept,it should besaid.but there were angry words exchanged,it must not have beenmeant to be.surrenderto the windand let the clouds take youwhere they want toinstead of this pain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/2432234754766712021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=2432234754766712021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/2432234754766712021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/2432234754766712021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2011/10/surrender.html' title='surrender'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-7035644566051819196</id><published>2010-09-13T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:53:18.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><summary type='text'>Need to get back to writing.Very soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/7035644566051819196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=7035644566051819196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/7035644566051819196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/7035644566051819196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2010/09/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-7790332374243524695</id><published>2010-06-04T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:30:31.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Ground</title><summary type='text'>I have to stop myself from losing faith that this will work.I have no choice.I'm in quicksand, and resistance is futile.And even if the surrounding forest is calling out to me, and beautiful trees stand out to be worshipped by me, I am stuck here. In the middle. With you (someone else said this to me, and I can't believe I'm saying it to you. How did I get here?).I choose to be stuck here. For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/7790332374243524695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=7790332374243524695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/7790332374243524695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/7790332374243524695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2010/06/losing-ground.html' title='Losing Ground'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-2899749408635323269</id><published>2010-06-02T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:05:10.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unless You Know</title><summary type='text'>No, you don't understand. Even if you think you do. Even if you try to empathize. And feel it. And think about it.No...unless it's happened to you exactly the same way it's happened to me, and you thought and felt exactly how I thought and felt, you can't understand.You can't judge me. You can't judge him. You are not allowed. At this moment, there is no right or wrong. There is only love.And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/2899749408635323269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=2899749408635323269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/2899749408635323269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/2899749408635323269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2010/06/unless-you-know.html' title='Unless You Know'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-330599096789352113</id><published>2010-05-26T10:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:32:59.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><summary type='text'>I want to say something. Anything.I just want to make you smile.Instead, I stare at my screen, wondering if you thought about me today.Have you?I thought you hadn't.I don't know how that makes me feel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/330599096789352113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=330599096789352113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/330599096789352113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/330599096789352113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-4385947710686166094</id><published>2010-05-20T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:03:12.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet This</title><summary type='text'>He comes in and smiles at me. He knows I am pained.He is his usual sarcastic, pragmatic self and tries to make me see this as a good thing. And in this moment, I pray and sorely wish to believe he's right. Make him be right. I smile at him from across the table. He so wants to make me un-sad. He so wants to see me happy.Despite his attempts, I have gone deep down to a place where no one can reach</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/4385947710686166094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=4385947710686166094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/4385947710686166094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/4385947710686166094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2010/05/yet-this.html' title='Yet This'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-1352903399661522265</id><published>2010-01-29T22:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:19:34.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today was a weird one</title><summary type='text'>There are so many things I'd like to blurt out right now but can't. There are so many things I wanna talk about with someone, but will not. There are so many things that I need to think through, but don't want to.Sometimes, they say, silence means much more.Sometimes, silence is just too unbearable.Sometimes, you just really need to blab to someone who doesn't have anything invested in what you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/1352903399661522265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=1352903399661522265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1352903399661522265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1352903399661522265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-weird-one.html' title='today was a weird one'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-4171963677129962863</id><published>2010-01-09T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:43:13.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye &amp; Body Movement</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine and I had a discussion last December, over a cup of coffee, about some amazing quiet moments we had observed (of course, being Sagittarians, this is one of our skills --- observation).Sometimes, if you're lucky, you see a look cross between two people, and you know it's the look of love. It's a look that's very brief and and quite unnoticeable, yet if you look very closely, it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/4171963677129962863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=4171963677129962863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/4171963677129962863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/4171963677129962863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2010/01/eye-body-movement.html' title='Eye &amp; Body Movement'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-7976326928738916606</id><published>2009-12-13T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:40:46.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack</title><summary type='text'>Jack was her classmate in school, but they never really talked. Years later, they met by accident, and started keeping in touch. They sent messages to each other and exchanged stories. They found they had a lot of things in common, and decided to meet up.That's how it all started.Two years later, she had to force herself to end what they both knew was obviously going nowhere.That's how it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/7976326928738916606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=7976326928738916606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/7976326928738916606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/7976326928738916606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2009/12/jack.html' title='Jack'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-5636351608217940314</id><published>2009-12-04T13:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:42:39.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyboard Clicking</title><summary type='text'>Thinking thoughts that control my mind... will they control my mind if my mind tries to control them? When by control I mean I think about them and get them organized in a way that makes them less effective in their effect, are they diminished? Or when one says that I should focus on my intent instead, do they then mean more? As if by not giving them attention and by not facing them head on, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/5636351608217940314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=5636351608217940314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5636351608217940314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5636351608217940314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2009/12/keyboard-clicking.html' title='Keyboard Clicking'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-5181889965107748168</id><published>2009-11-28T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:31:13.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doors</title><summary type='text'>It's funny how the 'today' interacts with the 'yesterday' like time is some humungous vacuum.You're out of it and the dream that is life continues.And then something catches your eye, and you remember.That one time. That one moment. That one nanosecond when for sure you felt like the world was crashing down on you because what you felt was so heart-wrenching you didn't think anyone could survive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/5181889965107748168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=5181889965107748168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5181889965107748168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5181889965107748168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2009/11/doors.html' title='Doors'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-6555925767353512715</id><published>2009-09-05T06:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:08:14.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffeeless Sade</title><summary type='text'>It's 12noon, I am coffeeless, cranky because I worked until 330am that morning, and had to wake up at 10am. My friend piocks me up form my house and we are on our way to attend a meeting. We pass by a Starbucks and I plead with her to stop so I can buy coffee to perk me up. She finally says yes. So she stays in the car, double-parked, and I run in to get coffee.Becuase the high heavens want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/6555925767353512715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=6555925767353512715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/6555925767353512715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/6555925767353512715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2009/09/coffeeless-sade.html' title='Coffeeless Sade'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-3698973908446727139</id><published>2009-09-05T03:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:03:36.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil, Baby</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I haven't posted in a long time, but I'm back. Because I'm stuck at the hotel with nothing to do on a long weekend, and jetlag is a killer, and the interaction with Brazilians who speak very little english is so funny, it just needs to be shared. And I mean funny, in a frustrating, shrug-my-shoulders-and-walk-away way.But before I get to that, let me posdt some funny stupid things I did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/3698973908446727139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=3698973908446727139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/3698973908446727139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/3698973908446727139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2009/09/brazil-baby.html' title='Brazil, Baby'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-6177564569637817198</id><published>2009-02-12T05:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:22:48.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't.</title><summary type='text'>There's so much that still needs to be saidSo much more we want doneBut all we can do is smile bravely and waitWait for the pain to pass and the body to...I wish I could take the pain awaybut I'm afraid I don't have as much courageIn my coward state, I know you will leaveAnd there is nothing I can do but let go of...Let me go with you, sail away into the sunseti might be able to leave everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/6177564569637817198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=6177564569637817198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/6177564569637817198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/6177564569637817198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont.html' title='don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-2215703193803871074</id><published>2008-07-11T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:54:52.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now?</title><summary type='text'>Restless. That's how I would describe it. It's a state of mind when you know you should be content and happy, but somehow, you're just not getting the same high that you used to get from all this adventure. And by adventure, I mean life. Somehow, 29 isn't turning out to be what we (me and some select friends) were told it would be. They said after your mid-twenties you would be more settled, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/2215703193803871074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=2215703193803871074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/2215703193803871074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/2215703193803871074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-now.html' title='What Now?'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-7744939658807055228</id><published>2008-04-07T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:02:10.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind GERD</title><summary type='text'>There are so many things on my mind right now. From the obscenely mundane to the supremely complex. But I can't help it. This is how I am.And since I haven't updated this blog in a long time, and because I think no one is going to read it, I'm fine with regurgitating the acid on my mind into this blank palette.GERD is killing my pocket. This year alone, I've been to the ER no less than 3 times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/7744939658807055228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=7744939658807055228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/7744939658807055228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/7744939658807055228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2008/04/mind-gerd.html' title='Mind GERD'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-1364149329373744173</id><published>2008-01-01T05:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:19:10.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly</title><summary type='text'>Suddenly, things change and you're back home, and loving it. Suddenly, you realize the grass was always greener on this side. Suddenly, amidst all the pain and suffering, you realize you're not in such a rut. It all happens so suddenly. And if you blink twice or thrice, you might not notice the change. And it would have all remained the same. You wouldn't have been transformed into Annie, hopeful</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/1364149329373744173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=1364149329373744173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1364149329373744173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1364149329373744173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2008/01/suddenly.html' title='Suddenly'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-7418667183046137335</id><published>2007-11-10T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:01:28.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spectator Sport</title><summary type='text'>Tumultuous time, and I am only writing about it because there’s really no one I want to share this with.Maybe I do, or maybe I don’t really want to, but I’m entering the arena. Not knowing though, whether I sit up front and bravely cheer for blood, or sit back in the nosebleed section…. that kills me.It kills me.And right when I go through that tunnel that leads me into the seating section, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/7418667183046137335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=7418667183046137335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/7418667183046137335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/7418667183046137335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/11/spectator-sport.html' title='Spectator Sport'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-1546934987890451299</id><published>2007-11-02T14:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:00:14.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fall</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/1546934987890451299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=1546934987890451299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1546934987890451299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1546934987890451299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-fall.html' title='My Fall'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RytzL35XsnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/s6KdyF5dasU/s72-c/IMG_8709+resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-1446069454515875873</id><published>2007-10-30T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:12:00.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump</title><summary type='text'>This just in from the resident friendster manghuhula for day's horoscope:The Bottom LineIf you can be flexible right now, you will open your life up to more spontaneity.In DetailSometimes, you just have to go on faith. You're at a crossroads right now -- and time is running out. You need to decide which way you're going soon, and you won't have the luxury of knowing all the information you want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/1446069454515875873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=1446069454515875873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1446069454515875873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1446069454515875873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/10/jump.html' title='Jump'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-5639137355856848891</id><published>2007-10-16T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:49:03.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefall</title><summary type='text'>Yep, you're not seeing things. The people are indeed sitting upside down. I rode that ride (parang mali haha), with Len sitting right beside me, screaming her head off so enthusiastically, I had to join in, in between bursts of laughter. Of course, the thrill was not the actual hanging upside down, but the anticipation from sitting upright to slowly doing a sort of backflip and then staying that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/5639137355856848891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=5639137355856848891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5639137355856848891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5639137355856848891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/10/firefall.html' title='Firefall'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RxVlJWUiOTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fq7CUG7aDYw/s72-c/firefall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-6703908347763087869</id><published>2007-10-16T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:11:54.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the thing about photography</title><summary type='text'>the one thing about always having your camera ready at events when you think you'll get the most number of good shots is --- you end up having no good photos of yourself. look here. hair dishevelled, bad angle, shadows on my face. argghh. later pictures when we actually got to king's dominion were worse. much worse. and no, it's not me, it's the picture :P haaay.i guess that's a good thing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/6703908347763087869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=6703908347763087869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/6703908347763087869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/6703908347763087869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/10/thing-about-photography.html' title='the thing about photography'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RxVgjmUiORI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IOle-xV7MMU/s72-c/IMG_8592+cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-5818637916809483676</id><published>2007-09-20T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:31:43.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>River Tumble</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/5818637916809483676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=5818637916809483676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5818637916809483676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5818637916809483676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/09/river-tumble.html' title='River Tumble'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RvMQu2UiOQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YtHmLhz5PHc/s72-c/img_8398+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-1721172425165699835</id><published>2007-09-13T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:04:25.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change, Change, Change</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know, I said I'd keep a separate blog for writings, but I just couldn't help it. I love writing. And seeing stuff in friendster isn't as much fun as seeing it in this blogger layout.Anyway, back in ol' US, this time in the middle of nowhere, VA, hahaha.  Lots of stuff happening, very little of them cool. But, just so everything's on the out and out, here's a couple of updates on me-self</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/1721172425165699835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=1721172425165699835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1721172425165699835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1721172425165699835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/09/change-change-change.html' title='Change, Change, Change'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-2246083720302234256</id><published>2007-08-26T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:54:30.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen Green</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/2246083720302234256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=2246083720302234256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/2246083720302234256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/2246083720302234256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/08/zen-green.html' title='Zen Green'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RtI78ZnIxYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-A6xSdQ3_UY/s72-c/zen+of++green+-+Allan+Valdes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-664981145174739965</id><published>2007-08-24T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:35:13.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boracay Babe 2</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/664981145174739965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=664981145174739965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/664981145174739965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/664981145174739965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/08/boracay-babe-2.html' title='Boracay Babe 2'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/Rs88D5nIxXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9IA_Nh4jIWc/s72-c/Boracay+Babe+-+Allan+Valdes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-9089941090017870893</id><published>2007-05-26T06:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T07:02:17.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mads and bora</title><summary type='text'>note: as a matter of principle, i try to not use 'bora' instead of 'boracay' in my head and in conversations. but this just seemed apt with mads' picture. my first 'portraiture' shot after the photog class. i likey.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/9089941090017870893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=9089941090017870893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/9089941090017870893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/9089941090017870893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/05/mads-and-bora.html' title='mads and bora'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RlgTgr0mmOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/psS1WNJjWG0/s72-c/my+personal+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-8822373821635607477</id><published>2007-05-26T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T06:58:36.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boracay and two boys</title><summary type='text'>made small chit-chat with these 2 boys while we were there. shells for php10, anyone? shells po?uwi na, kuya</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/8822373821635607477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=8822373821635607477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/8822373821635607477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/8822373821635607477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/05/boracay-and-two-boys.html' title='boracay and two boys'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RlgSHb0mmNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Sc61qoIg9-M/s72-c/shells+po.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-6899282118697832112</id><published>2007-05-26T06:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T06:50:28.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boracay &amp; xian</title><summary type='text'>2 pics from my photog project. shot in boracay. used good ol' xian as model/backdrop. salamat xianers!           sun worshipper         san mig light</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/6899282118697832112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=6899282118697832112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/6899282118697832112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/6899282118697832112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/05/boracay-xian.html' title='boracay &amp; xian'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1575568930173880705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunset-stroll.html' title='Sunset Stroll'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RlCGpL0mmJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7XpxEF0NFek/s72-c/sunset+walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-1932902881653787782</id><published>2007-05-18T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:25:07.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KL N B0RACAY</title><summary type='text'>Was supposed to post awesome Petronas, KL Tower, &amp; Chinatown pics, but my goshdang laptop acquired a worm that ate all my pics. Dangit! Dangit! Dangit! Oh well, stay tuned na lang for Boracay pics from last weekend.. And maybe pool party pics from later today :DAll is not lost.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/1932902881653787782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=1932902881653787782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1932902881653787782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1932902881653787782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/05/kl-n-b0racay.html' title='KL N B0RACAY'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-2077084667186963951</id><published>2007-04-14T05:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T05:58:03.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maries and faye</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/2077084667186963951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=2077084667186963951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/2077084667186963951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/2077084667186963951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/04/maries-and-faye.html' title='maries and faye'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RiCk9ZUIvoI/AAAAAAAAADw/VCEp5GCMvWo/s72-c/maries+%26+faye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-9161987117753189971</id><published>2007-04-14T05:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T05:53:03.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>playing with colors</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/9161987117753189971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=9161987117753189971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/9161987117753189971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/9161987117753189971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/04/playing-with-colors.html' title='playing with colors'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RiCkMZUIvnI/AAAAAAAAADo/OMoEIq0Rpgo/s72-c/playing+with+colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-3727114352413022932</id><published>2007-04-14T04:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T05:49:28.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>three generations of smiles</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/3727114352413022932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=3727114352413022932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/3727114352413022932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/3727114352413022932'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/4178782200089992494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=4178782200089992494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/4178782200089992494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/4178782200089992494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/03/women.html' title='women'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RejrE0zSyVI/AAAAAAAAADA/gt8jVLmeN8g/s72-c/bnw+billiards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-4399670166404808620</id><published>2007-02-18T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:35:10.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><summary type='text'>They say a picture says a thousand words. What do you say?si dar, lasing  chadar ulettheta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/4399670166404808620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=4399670166404808620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/4399670166404808620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/4399670166404808620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/02/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/Rdfv3jbzhWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fp3qHjz01BA/s72-c/dar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-1572240296732981211</id><published>2007-02-18T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:10:33.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors of Davao</title><summary type='text'> villa margarita, davaoeden nature park, davao</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/1572240296732981211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=1572240296732981211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1572240296732981211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1572240296732981211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/02/colors-of-davao.html' title='Colors of Davao'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RdfsMDbzhTI/AAAAAAAAABY/PFvmxwxZn_k/s72-c/davao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-1425844380105165791</id><published>2007-02-18T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:53:57.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>textures of baguio</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/1425844380105165791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=1425844380105165791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1425844380105165791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/1425844380105165791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/02/textures-of-baguio.html' title='textures of baguio'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RdfppTbzhRI/AAAAAAAAABE/T5GctO9qpws/s72-c/baguio+textures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-5968117277553379614</id><published>2007-02-17T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:50:55.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the start of 2007</title><summary type='text'>what have i been up to? here you go... new year 2007, "bukidnon"january 2007, team-building at malayan plaza  february 2007, baguio (on a whim, mind you... pardon the photo's blurry nature, i didn't take it. obviously.) february 2007, davaomore pics tomorrow....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/5968117277553379614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=5968117277553379614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5968117277553379614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5968117277553379614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/02/start-of-2007.html' title='the start of 2007'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9iVkHgRjqc/RdcVhzbzhMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_B8AAwJVS9A/s72-c/241_4181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-5260112695681268486</id><published>2007-02-17T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:45:41.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anew</title><summary type='text'>i changed the space for all my writings. they're now in friendster. the address is http://zhinesade.blogs.friendster.com/zhinesade_writes/ .this blog will be mostly for photos now, just so i can segregate the two better in my head.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/5260112695681268486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=5260112695681268486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5260112695681268486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/5260112695681268486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2007/02/anew.html' title='anew'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116751011320545273</id><published>2006-12-30T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:21:53.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>retrospect 06</title><summary type='text'>i've decided to celebrate the holidays in january. seems like the holidays (and the roller-coaster that came with it) arrived a little too late for my comfort. ***it's going to be 07 soon, and as my sister and i were discussing over coffee today, i think 07 is going to be a wonderful year. just because i'm different, she's different, we're both of us different people than when 06 began. if you'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116751011320545273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116751011320545273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116751011320545273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116751011320545273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/12/retrospect-06.html' title='retrospect 06'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116749905927205753</id><published>2006-12-30T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T12:17:39.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>honkity-tonk</title><summary type='text'>have any of these happened to you? - got so engrossed with a scene you were watching on tv where the actress was calling someone on the phone, that when your own phone rang, you said "hello, may i please speak with..." and then silenced yourself, because YOUR phone rang. you stupidly realize the person on the other line called you, not the other way around...? - was so sleepy that you slept on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116749905927205753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116749905927205753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116749905927205753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116749905927205753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/12/honkity-tonk.html' title='honkity-tonk'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116703157494284364</id><published>2006-12-25T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:39:28.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Times</title><summary type='text'>Something's got to give somewhere. Changes are inevitable, they say, and so I go with the flow. In fact, in the spirit of this coming new year, I've done some thinking on what i'd like to do and 'not-do' next year. I've decided on a couple o' things in the past month, among them the following: 1) create another blog, keep zhinesade as a photo blog, and the new blog as a real river of fake and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116703157494284364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116703157494284364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116703157494284364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116703157494284364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/12/changing-times.html' title='Changing Times'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116635576274460318</id><published>2006-12-17T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T06:42:43.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>complicate</title><summary type='text'>complicate with your presencewith a single ring of the phone, silencebegging, tauntand you shall prevailunwilling before todayunsure before skins touchedafraid that the fire might burnsaying now, scorchit is of no use to see you from afaryou consumewith each and every breathyou dishearten the icy frontagain, make that musicagain, paint that picturetogether succumb to flamesthat ignite when hands </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116635576274460318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116635576274460318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116635576274460318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116635576274460318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/12/complicate.html' title='complicate'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116633752053770968</id><published>2006-12-17T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:46:05.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>picture picture</title><summary type='text'>bahay ni juan. dec. 8. buon giorno. dec 9. yes, that is a real butterfly.no. they're not really punk people. they're my team mates. it was the team's costume theme for last friday's xmas party at blue onion. rock on!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116633752053770968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116633752053770968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116633752053770968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116633752053770968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/12/picture-picture.html' title='picture picture'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116576498809254603</id><published>2006-12-10T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T10:36:28.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>greyisms</title><summary type='text'>Meredith: Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116576498809254603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116576498809254603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116576498809254603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116576498809254603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/12/greyisms.html' title='greyisms'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116574526434516191</id><published>2006-12-10T04:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T06:04:40.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another year, another dollop</title><summary type='text'>i never thought i'd be as serene as i am today. sitting here, typing away, a feeling of complete ease fills me. right now, i'm thinking --- less beer, less smokes, more acceptance, more love. sappy as shit, but terrifyingly true (ooh, just cursed; i guess that right and je ne se quoi comes with age).a lot has happened in the past week, in the past few months even. it seemed as though i was being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116574526434516191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116574526434516191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116574526434516191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116574526434516191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-year-another-dollop.html' title='another year, another dollop'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116497777192864422</id><published>2006-12-01T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T07:56:12.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a-christmas-comin'</title><summary type='text'>it's been a weird, sleepy, sloppy, slow day. and it's december 1. whoopee-dee-doo .as is customary, here's my list for what i want to get this month. hopefully, it's a living list, will be updated with much less mundane, much more appealing choice of gifts. but don't hold your breath. i think getting into the late-twenties means losing some of your santa spirit.1. trashcan for my kitchen and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116497777192864422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116497777192864422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116497777192864422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116497777192864422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-comin.html' title='a-christmas-comin&apos;'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116497453720366022</id><published>2006-12-01T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T07:02:17.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>essentially an egg</title><summary type='text'>Karev, in Grey’s Anatomy (season 3) said something that struck me and stuck. He said that if a superhero lost his power, he continues to be a hero. Essentially, then, heroes are not defined by what they do (although they don’t really ‘do heroism’).On that track, naisip ko lang, if there are parents out there who are either removed from their children, or who cease to care about their children ---</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116497453720366022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116497453720366022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116497453720366022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116497453720366022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/12/essentially-egg.html' title='essentially an egg'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116453800217164840</id><published>2006-11-26T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T05:52:26.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eleven-year love birds</title><summary type='text'> my shoot with kitten and gel at batangas. priceless. that's how love should be. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116453800217164840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116453800217164840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116453800217164840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116453800217164840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/11/eleven-year-love-birds.html' title='eleven-year love birds'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116376670041325118</id><published>2006-11-17T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:31:40.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure if it's the connection here, or if it's blogger, but I tried to re-upload khail's pics from Sariaya, and they still turned out negative...Argghhhh.I'm sick too, and some weird vibe is coming from some weird person.Double arghhh. Better just sleep. The meds are good for that, at least.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116376670041325118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116376670041325118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116376670041325118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116376670041325118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/11/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116360273882015212</id><published>2006-11-15T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:58:58.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready</title><summary type='text'>Shot this and some other pics at my friend Jazz's wedding. Only had enough spare time to doodle a bit, and came up with this 8x10 blah. I had no sleep. She was glowing. Her pictures were fabulopus. Go figure.***I told a girl friend, "it's about that time."But he, I think, was not ready.He, she said she thought, was not worthy.Oh well, it'll all be pretty clear and probably over soon.***dante's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116360273882015212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116360273882015212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116360273882015212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116360273882015212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/11/ready.html' title='Ready'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116274297523300839</id><published>2006-11-05T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:00:37.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sariaya</title><summary type='text'>below are pictures from the past weekend in Sariaya, Quezon, where my family headed so my dad and khail could breathe the sea air, and we could all relax. I took a total of 497 pictures. I counted once we got home, and around 450 of those have mikhail in it. he trumps my want for artistic shots. and i mean, he trumps it. i braved the beach, water til my waist, so i could take good shots of him. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116274297523300839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116274297523300839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116274297523300839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116274297523300839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/11/sariaya.html' title='Sariaya'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116245288446410757</id><published>2006-11-02T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:34:44.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>minsan, para ‘kong nakainom…</title><summary type='text'>May mga araw, netong nakaraan, para bagang lasing akong naglalakad sa lupa. O baka ‘high’ ang mas matinong paglalarawan sa pakiramdam na yun (kahit hindi ko pa rin naman talaga alam ang pakiramdam ng ‘high’).Yung tipong alam mo ang ginagawa mo, pero sa sandaling iyon, para ring wala kang hawak sa lahat ng nangyayari sa yo. Ganun ba? Alam mo yun. Na tipong paggising mo sa umaga, alam mo medyo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116245288446410757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116245288446410757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116245288446410757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116245288446410757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/11/minsan-para-kong-nakainom.html' title='minsan, para ‘kong nakainom…'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116237334687350241</id><published>2006-11-01T04:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T04:36:06.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>loose the term usely</title><summary type='text'>(warning: senseless post, but pretty picture in store for you...)Yes, this was the way my mind worked this past month. Everything seems a blur, really. Sometimes, I’d have a heady moment of depression, and then at other times be giddy with excitement and happiness. Why? I don’t really know. Boredom? Inconsistency? Lack of sleep? Too much beer? Senselessness?It’s hard to write about this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116237334687350241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116237334687350241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116237334687350241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116237334687350241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/11/loose-term-usely.html' title='loose the term usely'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-116118736158231324</id><published>2006-10-18T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:02:41.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitioning</title><summary type='text'>Is it an IT term exclusively? Hopefully, not.Certain events in the recent past have put my mind in a whirlwind. What matters most? What can I give up? What can't I? What do I really have? What is really my choice?I'll try to make this update as painless as possible. And as unemotional. I find it helps, in these unsturdy times...Also, I find that my logical brain deals with chaos more efficiently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/116118736158231324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=116118736158231324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116118736158231324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/116118736158231324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/10/transitioning.html' title='Transitioning'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-115979979919728762</id><published>2006-10-02T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T10:36:39.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the end(?)</title><summary type='text'>the world is moving too fastand the antbeing swallowed wholewith the frozen doughnutelicits nothingbutapathy.(really?)keeping my fingers crossed,clutching my breast,humming myself to sleep(turning a deaf ear)if only it were as easy(to switch you off)if only it were as easytoreallybe(me).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/115979979919728762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=115979979919728762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115979979919728762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115979979919728762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/10/end.html' title='the end(?)'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-115839756190239633</id><published>2006-09-16T05:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T05:06:01.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technophobia</title><summary type='text'>per dictionary.com:[tek-nuh-foh-bee-uh] –noun; abnormal fear of or anxiety about the effects of advanced technology.  what? did you say that was exactly what i had?such a genius.and I work for an IT company.darnit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/115839756190239633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=115839756190239633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115839756190239633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115839756190239633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/09/technophobia.html' title='Technophobia'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-115816319652669244</id><published>2006-09-13T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:59:56.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passiva Aggressiva</title><summary type='text'>I live in a land called Passiva Aggressivaand I am the Queen.I've thought about this during the lull in between overtime and my swift cab ride home, and I'm ready for the whole world (or whoever cares haha) to know that I have a blog. Me. Zhinesade. Allan. We are one and the same person. I was planning to put up pics of me from when I was ultra-thin(parang modess haha) to when I was abusively </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/115816319652669244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=115816319652669244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115816319652669244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115816319652669244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/09/passiva-aggressiva.html' title='Passiva Aggressiva'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-115807649135067829</id><published>2006-09-12T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:03:11.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Moth to a Flame</title><summary type='text'>Note: Something I wrote a while back...They say looking back always yields 20/20 vision.I read some old emails today and came across a post-break-up correspondence with an ex. You would think that after such a long time of having broken up (count the years, baby), the letter would come across as cheesy or pathetic, but it didn’t turn out that way.It was an intense letter, touching the core, naked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/115807649135067829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=115807649135067829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115807649135067829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115807649135067829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-moth-to-flame.html' title='Like a Moth to a Flame'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-115427850841424225</id><published>2006-07-30T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:55:08.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curved Ball</title><summary type='text'> Taken with one hand on a cig and the other hand on the cam's button, in one of Astoria's rooms on the thirty-something floor. The booze I had last Friday explains the bluriness of the pic. Unstable hand, unstable mind. Still, I thought the lines were nice. So here it is.On the other side of the island, here's a collage of Boracay, circa 2006. Fun, no sun, and loads o' laughter.Sometimes, life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/115427850841424225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=115427850841424225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115427850841424225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115427850841424225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/07/curved-ball.html' title='Curved Ball'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-115372687327421401</id><published>2006-07-24T03:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T03:41:13.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in living color</title><summary type='text'>i think i'm getting old.seriously.i chatted with an old friend over coffee the other day, and he made me realize that indeed some things have changed.he said i'd always had things to do on friday nights, places to go, people to see. nowadays, i'm more than content to just go home, sit my ass down on the couch, and flip channels. or read a good book. or just lie down in bed and stare at nothing.i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/115372687327421401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=115372687327421401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115372687327421401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115372687327421401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-living-color.html' title='in living color'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-115322397765879463</id><published>2006-07-18T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T07:59:37.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince of Tides</title><summary type='text'>I recently read the book, and I must say, it was a novel find, pun intended.After such heavy and revealing drama, I can't seem to get myself to pick up the copy of  'Tom Sawyer' I vowed to read.  Hmm. I also have Calvin and Hobbes left to finish, but can't seem to pick that up either.Looking back, this happens every so often after reading a heavy (albeit good) book. I can't seem to move on. At </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/115322397765879463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=115322397765879463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115322397765879463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115322397765879463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/07/prince-of-tides.html' title='The Prince of Tides'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-115185246645593317</id><published>2006-07-02T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:01:06.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>he wakes up, and you know everything is right in the world...</title><summary type='text'>i know, mostly posts about kids are sappy, crappy, or overrated. but indulge me.i sometimes have crappy days in my new place, where it seems nothing right goes on in this world; where people cheer and jeer for a boxer, when outside the coliseum, someone is dying of malnutrition.okay, well, maybe not quite as drastic a depression as that.depression is...well, is something that has no rational </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/115185246645593317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=115185246645593317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115185246645593317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115185246645593317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-wakes-up-and-you-know-everything-is.html' title='he wakes up, and you know everything is right in the world...'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-115124426472376035</id><published>2006-06-25T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:04:24.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobyo</title><summary type='text'>Note: I wrote this sometime in April, forgot about it, and only just recently found it again, amidst all the rubbish I keep in the USB. I just copy-pasted it, did not bother with editing at all, nor re-reading to see if I wanna change anything. Carpe Diem and all that, ye know? On a totally unrelated note, this pic was taken on Lovelyn's wedding, sometime Feb or March, I think. She was glowing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/115124426472376035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=115124426472376035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115124426472376035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115124426472376035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/06/nobyo.html' title='Nobyo'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-115037431051104357</id><published>2006-06-15T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:25:10.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A House and a Home</title><summary type='text'>On Living AloneIt’s not supposed to be an easy transition. No one said it was going to be easy. But I was expecting it to be much more fun that it actually started out to be. It involved a lot of grown-up stuff, to tell the truth. There was the thing about responsibilities, and money, and decorating, and mix-and-matching and setting some ground rules on what went on in my new humble pad.Still, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/115037431051104357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=115037431051104357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115037431051104357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/115037431051104357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/06/house-and-home.html' title='A House and a Home'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-114871866672833733</id><published>2006-05-27T04:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T04:31:06.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra</title><summary type='text'>I'm back, officially, although I never really left the blogging world (a.k.a. became a lurker for a while there). Pictures to follow, but my summer was one helluva caterpillar-turned-roller-coaster ride.My mantra for the past 3 months has been constant, and has kept me sane. It comes from a prayer. I know, I know, cheesy, but really helps give you a new perspective on things."Know that you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/114871866672833733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=114871866672833733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/114871866672833733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/114871866672833733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/05/mantra.html' title='Mantra'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-114338483661695082</id><published>2006-03-26T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T09:53:58.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to sign-off</title><summary type='text'>Will need to sign off from my surreal world for the moment.Too many things are going on and time is just not enough for all of it. I realize I have to stop long enough to breathe sometime soon, lest I suffocate, but right now is just not the time.There's the usual work and nearing that time for written evaluations.There's singing and the band getting more gigs than we can practice for.There's me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/114338483661695082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=114338483661695082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/114338483661695082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/114338483661695082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/03/need-to-sign-off.html' title='Need to sign-off'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-114199961559697822</id><published>2006-03-10T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:06:55.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Bar</title><summary type='text'>Macaroni Suicide will be jamming with other bands tomorrow, March 11, at Freedom Bar.Punta kayo and bring all your friends!:D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/114199961559697822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=114199961559697822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/114199961559697822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/114199961559697822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/03/freedom-bar.html' title='Freedom Bar'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-114052904175735450</id><published>2006-02-21T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:37:21.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 BC B</title><summary type='text'>Too busy bee. So many things have happened, and very few minutes left to tell them.Haven't had dinner yet. Am doing this from an internet shop. My laptop's out of commission, maybe permanently. Thinking of buying a MAC in it's place. And asked a friend to buy me the iPod too. Woohoo.In the home realm, we've done the nomadic thing and moved to a rental aparrtment for the meantime. The condo's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/114052904175735450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=114052904175735450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/114052904175735450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/114052904175735450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/02/2-bc-b.html' title='2 BC B'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113846462597470418</id><published>2006-01-28T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T11:10:26.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>malarayat and friends</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113846462597470418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113846462597470418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113846462597470418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113846462597470418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/01/malarayat-and-friends.html' title='malarayat and friends'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113748545384859893</id><published>2006-01-17T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:47:15.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>footprints</title><summary type='text'>I can look back and memories of relationships can be summed up in visuals ---phrases, even.the first kiss (-Ar)the first one who said he loved you and you knew he meant it (-Ad)the first heart you broke (-Ad)the first one who broke your heart (-Lo)the first love that could not be (-KM)the first love that would not be (-Op)the first real tears (-Ne)the first real smile (-Ro)the first time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113748545384859893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113748545384859893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113748545384859893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113748545384859893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/01/footprints.html' title='footprints'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113637066578993366</id><published>2006-01-04T03:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T06:49:02.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy</title><summary type='text'>There's been so much on my mind, but very little juice to pump it out of my sytem because of the relatively small emotional roller-coaster ride I experienced during the turbulent and colorful December month. But now, I must sit, and write about these things, lest they burgeon into a beehive of distracting activity in my consciousness.This is one of the few moments when writing really is my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113637066578993366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113637066578993366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113637066578993366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113637066578993366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/01/therapy.html' title='Therapy'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113610206167603503</id><published>2006-01-01T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T02:54:21.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>looking over my shoulder, and closing my eyes...</title><summary type='text'>I can almost touch the year 2005 that was. It was an amazing year, let me tell you that.1. There was friendship.     Friends old and new were found, lost, rekindled. It's cliche, I know, but 2005 was the year that marked my deeper understanding of the people that we encounter in our lives "for a reason, for a season, or for a lifetime". It has been a gift and a pleasure learning about myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113610206167603503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113610206167603503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113610206167603503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113610206167603503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2006/01/looking-over-my-shoulder-and-closing.html' title='looking over my shoulder, and closing my eyes...'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113541007247400857</id><published>2005-12-24T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:41:12.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's it all about</title><summary type='text'>December 24.Just when everyone is rushing to get their last-minute gift-shopping done, a weird unique person is not celebrating the day she was born.My weird, wacky, quirky, ooh, did I say weird(?) sister.Happy birthday, C1 :D***Around last time this year, i was awkward and confused, and angry, and hurt, and just generally sad, because I was with a group of people who thought Christmas was just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113541007247400857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113541007247400857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113541007247400857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113541007247400857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-it-all-about.html' title='what&apos;s it all about'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113497721708520730</id><published>2005-12-19T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:26:57.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a child awakes</title><summary type='text'>The past few weeks were a vague impression. While to humanity, all appeared good and steady, some things left unsaid have rocked the mind and mystified the heart.I guess when all the basic needs of a person are satisfied, the deeper yearning and thirst for discernment of the unknown surfaces, and the call to find the meaning behind things emerges ---  slowly and gently at first, and then suddenly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113497721708520730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113497721708520730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113497721708520730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113497721708520730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/12/child-awakes.html' title='a child awakes'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113440513552195116</id><published>2005-12-12T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T11:34:22.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High Energy, Low Blood</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to everyone who made my birthday extra smiley this last weekend. I got so much energy from my friends, that I partied stuh-rrrrraight from Friday until Sunday morning. Of course, I had low blood on Sunday as a result of too much too booze and too little sleep, but all is well. I can sleep when I'm dead.Ha!PS. Kids, do not try this at home :-PP.P.S. Special thanks to Mia for drinking with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113440513552195116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113440513552195116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113440513552195116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113440513552195116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/12/high-energy-low-blood.html' title='High Energy, Low Blood'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113412560829471795</id><published>2005-12-09T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:11:49.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the eve, "don't waste the pretty"</title><summary type='text'>On the eve of my rebirth to another year of my crazy, sexy (ahem*), cool life, I finish the book 'he's just not that into you'.Lemme tell you, the book hits you right where it matters, 3 leaves from the back cover.So, you're scared of ending up alone, are you? So is half the universe. Everyone just wants to feel included. Each person wants to be valued as priceless.This has been my stand pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113412560829471795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113412560829471795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113412560829471795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113412560829471795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-eve-dont-waste-pretty.html' title='on the eve, &quot;don&apos;t waste the pretty&quot;'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113274262716392204</id><published>2005-11-23T05:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T05:43:47.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why, not when</title><summary type='text'>I am most easily disturbed when my mind is trying not to meddle into affairs of the heart. Someone teased me the other day about someone else, but it was your face that quickly entered my mind. I shrugged and erased you in my mind, and then you were standing there, looking at me most innocently. The time of the day doesn't matter, nor does the day of the week. What matters is when I think of you,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113274262716392204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113274262716392204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113274262716392204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113274262716392204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-not-when.html' title='why, not when'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113219081475732527</id><published>2005-11-16T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:44:04.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>14500</title><summary type='text'>The blog's been visited 14,500 times na.Wala lang.It's a much bigger number than the number of people I've crossed paths with in my entire life...(i think)...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113219081475732527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113219081475732527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113219081475732527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113219081475732527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/11/14500.html' title='14500'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113117745646352000</id><published>2005-11-05T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T02:48:25.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-ber wishes</title><summary type='text'>This is the second time I'm doing this. It was mostly just wishful thinking last year. But that wish list turned out pretty nifty.Here's an update on those:1. My very own RAV4 (click here), 2-door, 4-wd -- didn't get this, but just paid the reservation fee for my brand new condo...whoop-dee-doo!2. Canon EOS 20D (click here). -- got it!3. 18 oz. Dufferin Phantom Cue Stick -- got it!4. Shopaholic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113117745646352000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113117745646352000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113117745646352000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113117745646352000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/11/ber-wishes.html' title='-ber wishes'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113095362595357491</id><published>2005-11-02T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T12:52:44.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><summary type='text'>A couple o' days ago, I was feeling frustration; the kind that doesn't let you think about anything else; the kind that crawls under your skin, without you knowing it; the kind that sinks deep into your gut, and, in a moment triggered by intense passion, explodes into tiny unmanageable bits that flash through your brain's nerve-endings, like New Year's fireworks 2 feet away from your irises. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113095362595357491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113095362595357491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113095362595357491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113095362595357491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/11/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-113023176194301900</id><published>2005-10-24T04:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:31:24.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a different kind of letting go</title><summary type='text'>Just when you thought you had it all figured out, life bears down on you and surprises you with an uppercut. A nasty one. The kind that makes you reel in pain, and blinds you with such intensity that your most ardent wish is to just slam your body against the floor, and never, ever wake up. Until after the referee calls it. Until after the lights are down. Until after the audience has gone.For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/113023176194301900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=113023176194301900' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113023176194301900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/113023176194301900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/10/different-kind-of-letting-go.html' title='a different kind of letting go'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112973522063793599</id><published>2005-10-19T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:37:20.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Paradise</title><summary type='text'> I was on a much-deserved 4-day break sometIme lat week, and I feel refreshed and alive. It wasn't the place so much as it was the peace of mind that somehow came over me sometime during the whole experience. I am a traveller, no doubt about it.***I had a few thoughts, though. And you, I want you to know they were about you, about us. We went on a river cruise, and I remembered the sunset cruise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112973522063793599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112973522063793599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112973522063793599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112973522063793599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/10/almost-paradise.html' title='Almost Paradise'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112859088833689220</id><published>2005-10-07T04:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T01:23:12.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights Up</title><summary type='text'> Lights! Camera! Action!You know how you feel right after the lights go up inside the theater after a good movie? For a split second, you're torn between not wanting the film to end and wanting to analyze the beauty of what just transpired before your eyes. That's how women normally are. 'I miss...' are common words I hear almost everyday from friends, especially from those who have had marvelous</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112859088833689220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112859088833689220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112859088833689220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112859088833689220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/10/lights-up.html' title='Lights Up'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112789056482236867</id><published>2005-09-28T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:18:10.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Age, Like Wine</title><summary type='text'>            One of the first pics I took with the 20D. Cloudy Sunset over Manila Bay.When the SATC series hit the peak of its phenomenal impact on society, women invariably started comparing themselves to SATC.Well, 2 years after the finale aired, here’s 4 reasons I think SATC women kada’s in Manila are few and far in between.- Everyone loves the diff personalities on the show, but no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112789056482236867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112789056482236867' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112789056482236867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112789056482236867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/09/thoughts-age-like-wine.html' title='Thoughts Age, Like Wine'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112721102922632099</id><published>2005-09-20T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T06:10:29.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stampede for Passion</title><summary type='text'>Sept 10, aside from being a day before the Sept 11 US tragedy commemoration, and aside from being a piss-me-off Saturday because I had to cancel an ill-planned Baguio trip for work, was also the playdate for Red Horse Muziklaban, the event which will not soon vanish from memory.The three of us got there at around 8:30, listening to the third band via 107.5, and getting all psyched up to see and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112721102922632099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112721102922632099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112721102922632099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112721102922632099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/09/stampede-for-passion.html' title='Stampede for Passion'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112659458294916654</id><published>2005-09-16T06:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:14:14.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bands, SATC for Men, and the State of Things</title><summary type='text'> The vocalist of Moonstar 88 (Michelle?). Holding her own. The Haneps. The drummer's a friend. Same girl. Diff pic. Same Passion. ***Work's still been hell this week, but I've managed to still enjoy outside the 2 corners of my cube. Went to embassy last Friday and danced the night away with girlfriends, like old times. On Saturday, did the pop recording session, and stampeded my way into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112659458294916654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112659458294916654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112659458294916654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112659458294916654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/09/bands-satc-for-men-and-state-of-things.html' title='Bands, SATC for Men, and the State of Things'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112609172024696102</id><published>2005-09-07T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T07:24:52.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Boxed Up and Nowhere To Go</title><summary type='text'>Another Street Angels pic that I loved.A friend who's now with cherubs in heaven once said 'Try and learn something new everyday'. Well, some friends and I tried something new last night. Boxing.Yes, BOXING!Ha.I actually didn't know what I was getting myself into. Cha pinged me late in the afternoon and asked if I wanted to try it out with them (all 4 of us were first-timers haha), and I said '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112609172024696102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112609172024696102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112609172024696102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112609172024696102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-boxed-up-and-nowhere-to-go.html' title='All Boxed Up and Nowhere To Go'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112556783922519578</id><published>2005-09-01T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T01:40:04.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When it's Sunshiny, The Sunglasses Come Out</title><summary type='text'> The Groom. The comeback-inuman of the 'HOP' group. Meet my friends. One of the kids at Street Angels. I took a whole lotta pics of her, but liked this the best.I'ts been one helluva week and a half. So many things have opened up and closed back down again, it's amazing how I'm still alive, intact, and smiling, while the thoughts in my head seem to be screwing with my sanity.Do I wanna stay? Do I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112556783922519578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112556783922519578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112556783922519578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112556783922519578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-its-sunshiny-sunglasses-come-out.html' title='When it&apos;s Sunshiny, The Sunglasses Come Out'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112494110906735300</id><published>2005-08-24T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:07:25.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slapdash Notes</title><summary type='text'>Note: Pic on the right was taken last Saturday at an outreach event with my baby, Leo (the cam). First few attempts at human subjects. Whatdya think?Ooh, the picture actually coincides with today's post. Well, look at that!***Said a friend, 'There's no right or wrong, there's only consequence'.Me: Ooh, I wish you'd said that 5 hours ago (harumph...). Still, it is quite a loaded statement. If only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112494110906735300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112494110906735300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112494110906735300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112494110906735300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/08/slapdash-notes.html' title='Slapdash Notes'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112470590788263830</id><published>2005-08-22T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T07:19:58.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggone Wham-Bam</title><summary type='text'> Note: Taken in Pagudpud,. I didn't bother with editing out the people. I think it looks more real this imperfect way.I've read about it often enough in books. Doing the deed on the first date spells DISASTER with a capital DEE. As in "Don't" and "Dead" and "Over" (although that third one doesn't start with a D, haha). Anyway, I didn't really give this much thought until very recently, when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112470590788263830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112470590788263830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112470590788263830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112470590788263830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/08/doggone-wham-bam.html' title='Doggone Wham-Bam'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112427535775604015</id><published>2005-08-17T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T06:50:46.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dumping</title><summary type='text'>  I know it's baduy, but I just love the color in this photo. And this pic was taken just last April, in 'Island Cove' resort. Nice, no? Be still, my heart wahahaha. Fucket!Anyway, heard this new term from my aunt --- happy dumping. Apparently, when one is experiencing a heartbreak, some people get depressed and need emotional support, while other people prefer happy dumping (i.e. acting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112427535775604015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112427535775604015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112427535775604015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112427535775604015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-dumping.html' title='Happy Dumping'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112410749073491943</id><published>2005-08-15T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:03:17.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><summary type='text'> Note: Pic was added as an afterthought to this post...Taken by moi (of course) in Ilocos in April.***Tagged by Mia, and since I'm in such a good mood today...What are the things you enjoy, even when no one around you wants to go out and play?Blogging. Random thoughts that trash up my head seem much clearer written down....Although sometimes, thoughts tend to sound idiotic written down, and much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112410749073491943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112410749073491943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112410749073491943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112410749073491943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112384491718852642</id><published>2005-08-12T06:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T07:08:37.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Alone</title><summary type='text'>It's awesome what people do when they think no one's going to find out or no one is watching.Case in point 1: In the little ladies' room in the office, the bathroom is normally kept clean the entire day. By clean, I mean, minimal odors, tidy, flowing tissue paper, soap, and water, and waste baskets that are always emptied out. However, after 6 pm, you can be sure this won't be the case and you'll</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112384491718852642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112384491718852642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112384491718852642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112384491718852642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-alone.html' title='When Alone'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112365822462928617</id><published>2005-08-10T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T03:17:04.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A break from Belle de Jour</title><summary type='text'>&lt;-- Trying out the B&amp;W parameter setting on the new gadget.Twas a very gray day when the photo was taken. Lugubrious, really. But we made do in Bataan, and had much-deserved R&amp;R time, complete with a lot of sleeping food, laughs, and drinks (can't forget the drinks, no sirree), and someone won her first bowling match after 2 years of non-play. F really did it (the pseudo-partner who won it for us</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112365822462928617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112365822462928617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112365822462928617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112365822462928617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/08/break-from-belle-de-jour.html' title='A break from Belle de Jour'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112324010829517599</id><published>2005-08-05T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T07:08:28.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conformity</title><summary type='text'>Photo on the right was taken at Boston Park on my birthday last year.Below, something I wrote way back in 2002, when work was much lighter and life was much simpler...conformitydenial, blindnessfeeble attempt at honestyin a charade where all one's feelingsare shadowsand all of one's thoughts are masked in parade..whereclowns walk, unsmilingand musicians proceed, not playingand where the crowd, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112324010829517599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112324010829517599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112324010829517599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112324010829517599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/08/conformity.html' title='Conformity'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112220481670551556</id><published>2005-07-24T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T07:33:36.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shiznit (and random updates as if you care)</title><summary type='text'>Okay, okay. I'm calm now. But I have it, and so have cause to celebrate! Wooohooo!I got the CANON EOS 20D I've been dreaming about....(well, not exactly...I wanted the 10D, but that's not on the market anymore, so I got the next best thing haha).So, yeah, the budget's gonna be tight from hereon, for three months at least. Good thing I still have free billiard time and ceramic-painting time to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112220481670551556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112220481670551556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112220481670551556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112220481670551556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/07/shiznit-and-random-updates-as-if-you.html' title='The Shiznit (and random updates as if you care)'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112182582443225214</id><published>2005-07-20T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:17:04.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Change</title><summary type='text'>&lt;-- Picture for Today. I personally love this pic. Taken while on cruise in Bahamas.Note: Wrote this in Mar of 2001. I had forgotten about this piece, until today. Found it in an old CD of random saved stuff. Ooh, the syrupy words makes you think it's about love, but you are dead wrong haha. It's just about a bunch of friends going their own ways. Or so I imagined.***It’s not life-threatening. It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112182582443225214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112182582443225214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112182582443225214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112182582443225214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/07/wise-change.html' title='Wise Change'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268783.post-112057570135405657</id><published>2005-07-13T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:34:44.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking For Real</title><summary type='text'>                                                                        What about tomorrow?Note: Political post, so you might wanna head out the door now if you are adamant about a particular view...or continue at your own risk.With all the hullabaloo going on in the streets, I need to wake up from my surreality. For just a tad bit.Here goes.GMA's not a saint. We all know that. She's no angel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/feeds/112057570135405657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268783&amp;postID=112057570135405657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112057570135405657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268783/posts/default/112057570135405657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhinesade.blogspot.com/2005/07/thinking-for-real.html' title='Thinking For Real'/><author><name>Zhinesade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115973632975056686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/1594/1024/morning%20in%20pagudpod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
