<?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-8869954610339176207</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:54:02.821+08:00</updated><category term='scandal'/><category term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>CHAManual</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06047039735191001307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShTAsacNVcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/COAmzkiEyd0/S220/IMG_1869.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869954610339176207.post-4158278934872604645</id><published>2009-05-30T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:02:57.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Francis Magalona Had A Mistress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdpEzXpsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NPMeCabJCws/s1600-h/abby6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdpEzXpsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NPMeCabJCws/s200/abby6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341583224539162306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdo15IzgI/AAAAAAAAACI/svpXhBMlHzM/s1600-h/abby5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdo15IzgI/AAAAAAAAACI/svpXhBMlHzM/s200/abby5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341583220536823298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdoLUNwUI/AAAAAAAAABw/fworMjpM9pk/s1600-h/abby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdoLUNwUI/AAAAAAAAABw/fworMjpM9pk/s200/abby1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341583209107669314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdohinMlI/AAAAAAAAACA/JgQSwj8PAX4/s1600-h/abby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdohinMlI/AAAAAAAAACA/JgQSwj8PAX4/s200/abby3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341583215073636946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdoO24pTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FJ4M7n7S3Jo/s1600-h/abby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdoO24pTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FJ4M7n7S3Jo/s200/abby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341583210058392882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEelvAVPfI/AAAAAAAAACw/emxI6rqs8lg/s1600-h/abby11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEelvAVPfI/AAAAAAAAACw/emxI6rqs8lg/s200/abby11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341584266659970546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEelPelwHI/AAAAAAAAACY/9Jf8nUeFLXI/s1600-h/abby7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEelPelwHI/AAAAAAAAACY/9Jf8nUeFLXI/s200/abby7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341584258196947058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEelGB4nNI/AAAAAAAAACg/1mnG3MDqOYM/s1600-h/abby9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEelGB4nNI/AAAAAAAAACg/1mnG3MDqOYM/s200/abby9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341584255660629202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this the real reason why Pia Magalona was almost never seen crying during the wake of her late husband Francis Magalona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, May 29, 2009, I received an email that was entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kaya Pala Di Maiyak Si Pia.."&lt;/span&gt;. The email didn't have any content or whatsoever but only these pictures of the Master Rapper with a woman whom I did not know of. But according to the baptismal invitation found at the bottom of this blog, the woman was named Abegail  (Abby). I tried searching the internet about this unrisen issue but I didn't find any results about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEelUi1mPI/AAAAAAAAACo/wMjjNXL6qfc/s1600-h/abby10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEelUi1mPI/AAAAAAAAACo/wMjjNXL6qfc/s200/abby10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341584259556940018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody told me that this woman, Abby and Francis Magalona did actually get married, thus causing Francis M. to commit bigamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEjboK2MsI/AAAAAAAAADI/Fwv6BQQA_xs/s1600-h/abby14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEjboK2MsI/AAAAAAAAADI/Fwv6BQQA_xs/s200/abby14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341589590584472258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEjbOouJaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kTe7EaXPf5k/s1600-h/abby12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEjbOouJaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kTe7EaXPf5k/s200/abby12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341589583730451874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEjbSD56SI/AAAAAAAAADA/JtgRjHZDZek/s1600-h/abby13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEjbSD56SI/AAAAAAAAADA/JtgRjHZDZek/s200/abby13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341589584649775394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The story does not end there because I was also told that they had a baby named Gaile Francesca Rait who I believe have some resemblance with the late Francis M. She was baptized December 28, 2008. Wasn't Francis already sick that time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I don't know if there is any truth about these photos but I can say that the woman here surely does not look like Pia and they don't seem to be edited either. I really hope that this isn't true because there are really a lot of people who look up to him. I just hope that the baby was just Maxene or Sabb during their younger years and that the woman was just someone in the past. If this be proven fraud, I'd say that the one who started sending out the email is way too pathetic. (And I'll also delete this entry ones proven fake.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869954610339176207-4158278934872604645?l=missprincesscham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/feeds/4158278934872604645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8869954610339176207&amp;postID=4158278934872604645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/4158278934872604645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/4158278934872604645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/2009/05/francis-magalona-had-mistress.html' title='Francis Magalona Had A Mistress?'/><author><name>chumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06047039735191001307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShTAsacNVcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/COAmzkiEyd0/S220/IMG_1869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/SiEdpEzXpsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NPMeCabJCws/s72-c/abby6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869954610339176207.post-373148331809698716</id><published>2009-05-28T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:24:03.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Industrial Engineering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Finally, I have decided what (major) I really wanted. Although Communication Arts is still my first choice by heart, at least now I am in the 2nd best choice -- and I may say the more practical choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Basically, I still feel so stupid for ever using my grades in High School to exempt myself to ECE. When I applied for USTET, it was Industrial Engineering that I wrote. But since I got so struck by the power of that exemption (and my friends pushing me to do so), I shifted to ECE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I shouldn't have done that in the first place because it was the reason why I wasn't able to get my good moral from my "very angelic adviser" earlier than expected, why I got delayed from confirming myself to Engineering and why I wasn't able to enroll on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And so, since my first two years in Engineering were quite normal -- not much major subjects on my load, I didn't bother to think of the major I am about to enter until the final semester of 2nd year came! I WAS STRUGGLING! I did get tons of stress in me and I was a little discouraged because I realized that ECE wasn't really my forte. In fact, I hated ECE and everything that comes with it (from subjects up to my future work) -- even though I ranked 24 overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After having completed all the subjects that I needed for my majoring, I started working on my shifting to IE -- where I originally belong. It took me 3 days before I finally got in again and I find myself outrageously lucky because I felt like everything was falling into its proper place and that everything is going my way. The people I had to deal with were very accomodating and nice to me that's why I didn't really have much to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I thought that my luck would end there for I was about to face the mob of IE students waiting for the pre-sectioning. I was anxious because I am a shifter and my name wasn't in the list (yet). But then, when one of the officers called out for the shifters and irregular students to get their numbers for the consultation, I again was fortunate to get number ONE and I was able to get the section that I wanted. Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 156px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chumei.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Sh1mjQoKCpEAAGZwd7Y1/3IEC.JPG?et=Gwzj4qN6LNAo5fF5oWICPw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's definitely not a dream section because if you'd look at how the subjects were arranged, you might even get turned off if you're planning to take IE. But hey, this is the best from the worsts schedules. Hahaha. And the most important thing is that I am on the major that I really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This just proves that when you want something so bad, you can always have it as long as you work hard for it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869954610339176207-373148331809698716?l=missprincesscham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/feeds/373148331809698716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8869954610339176207&amp;postID=373148331809698716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/373148331809698716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/373148331809698716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-industrial-engineering.html' title='Hello Industrial Engineering'/><author><name>chumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06047039735191001307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShTAsacNVcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/COAmzkiEyd0/S220/IMG_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869954610339176207.post-66302216823053410</id><published>2009-05-25T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:14:45.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah Wrote This About Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_postbody"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I read this, I knew that it is something that I would like to share with everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_postbody"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_postbody"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Love is blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This description of love is overrated as most people would tell. But if people were to ask me, I'd say that this is definitely true and that I do believe in this saying. It is common for many to fall head over heels with someone who they think is making them feel special inside. That is pretty normal. But sometimes this emotional outburst gets too complicated that they reach the point when they already tend to forget to use their eyes and most especially their minds, thus, THEY BECOME BLINDED. When people turns blind, they start being too dependent, too trusting and believe me, too STUPID to even realize that their partner is already treating them wrong. Everyone else around would probably notice that fact, everyone else except the blinded one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_postbody"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_postbody"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here, before you even plunge deeper into somebody else's world, read this and START OPENING YOUR EYES, because I'm telling you, nobody is going to do that for you, ONLY YOU could. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_postbody"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_postbody"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends".&lt;br /&gt;A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay because you think "it will get better."&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid men who've got a bunch of  children by a bunch of different women.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot change a man's behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are....even if he has more education or in a better job.&lt;br /&gt;Do not make him into a quasi-god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never borrow someone else's man.&lt;br /&gt;If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look for someone complimentary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make him miss you sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- he takes it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never move into his mother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never co-sign for a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_postbody"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope you got something from this. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869954610339176207-66302216823053410?l=missprincesscham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/feeds/66302216823053410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8869954610339176207&amp;postID=66302216823053410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/66302216823053410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/66302216823053410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/2009/05/oprah-wrote-this-about-men.html' title='Oprah Wrote This About Men'/><author><name>chumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06047039735191001307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShTAsacNVcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/COAmzkiEyd0/S220/IMG_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869954610339176207.post-5596313363910258918</id><published>2009-05-21T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:10:45.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scandal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Hayden Kho Sex Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will not refuse to confess that I've already watched the Hayden Kho and Katrina Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i's scan&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShVohjuyXpI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gq-D0ADQKII/s1600-h/katrina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShVohjuyXpI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gq-D0ADQKII/s320/katrina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338287859054042770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dal. Not that I want to brag about it but it's just that I got so alarmed after watching it -- and even be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ching it. I saw the video through another blogger who happens to have a copy of the video. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although, I will not reveal his identity for security purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I suggest you ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ep looking online if you would really want to see the video. Hopefully you wouldn't find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the issue has burst everywhere -- news, radios, newspapers and from one person to the other, I cannot deny that I got curious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about it. Who didn't right? I wanted to watch it not because of the S word, but because I wanted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see if there was really a foul play on Katrina (and the other women as well). Just like what Karen Davila mentioned in her show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasada 630&lt;/span&gt; in DZMM, I don't want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;comment or give my stand about the issue without having watched and having known the real story behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not siding nor sympathi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng with Katrina that much because in the first place, having an affair with a person who's already committed to somebody else, married or not, is something that we cannot disregard. On the other hand, Hayden's perverted acts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just way too much. He hasn't just broken the loyalty he should be giving fully to Dra. Vicky Belo but he has also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scarred other women's dignity. I could say that Hayden's personal desires has driven him too much that he forgot about the thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; called RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShVo69AklYI/AAAAAAAAABo/dh6iVoklKF8/s1600-h/hayden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShVo69AklYI/AAAAAAAAABo/dh6iVoklKF8/s320/hayden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338288295336252802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing the video, it indeed showed that Dr. Hayden didn't have any plans of letting those women know that they are being filmed. He has it all prepared even before he starts making love with them. How pathetic could he get? He just really gets in to my nerves and I'll bet that all the other women who'd be able to watch these will be disgusted of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging the videos and how it went, I do really feel for all those women Dr. Kho has put into shame, including Katrina. Even though they are making mistakes with this man, they still don't deserve to be treated that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who would be very unlucky to find the videos, especially the men, instead of making fun about of it  and sprea&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ding it out further, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just hope that you'll first be able to think about the women in your lives. I know this sounds so whatever, but think about it, this scandal is not even a bit of an entertainment. If you do find it that way, I'll just assume that you are an uneducated narrow-minded person who only cares about soothing his own personal desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - whoever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, just like Dr. Hayden Kho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869954610339176207-5596313363910258918?l=missprincesscham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/feeds/5596313363910258918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8869954610339176207&amp;postID=5596313363910258918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/5596313363910258918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/5596313363910258918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/2009/05/hayden-kho-sex-video.html' title='Hayden Kho Sex Video'/><author><name>chumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06047039735191001307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShTAsacNVcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/COAmzkiEyd0/S220/IMG_1869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShVohjuyXpI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gq-D0ADQKII/s72-c/katrina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869954610339176207.post-3521275104376456457</id><published>2009-05-21T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:31:44.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blown Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't seem to explain the anxiety that I am feeling with regards to my leaving. Yeah yeah I know what you're thinking. I'm not gonna stay there for so long but I don't know, it feels odd. So many things are running in my mind but i can't figure what they are exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I HAVE THE IDEA AND PERHAPS SHARING A PART WON'T HURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First has something to do with my studies. I was very thankful for completing all the subjects i needed to move on with my majoring, although, that fact has not yet sunk in up to my toes just yet. (Secondly,) maybe it has something to do with the friends that I will be parting ways with (not totally though). It feels unsurprisingly sad because gaining friends like them and being with them for the past two school years has been one of the best moments i had in my college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm not happy for surviving the first two years, I AM GRATEFUL  for it of course. In fact I am very fortunate for experiencing these things because i did learn a lot from it. It was such a life-changing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became more responsible, matured and flexible when it comes to balancing my time and setting my priorities. Believe it or not, I also became closer to GOD. He was the one who have always backed me up every time I was struggling and almost ready to give up. He guided me all through out my battle (yeah you read it right. Being an Engineering student is like going to a battle -- or even a war. haha) and never left me hanging. He taught me to have faith in every thing that i am going through and made me realize that all the hardships would be all worth it if i just believe and work hard - BELIEVE ME, IT WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways going back. Where was I? WAHAHA! :)) Oh there, got it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am going to miss my first and second year life especially the people who shared it with me during those times. Maybe i am feeling anxious with my leaving because it is an early parting, one thing that i am definitely not ready for.This is because I still want to spend most of my times with them and it's still them whom i want to laugh out loud  with  all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like time that doesn't stop ticking, we should all move on and grow up. Parting doesn't always have to mean leaving right? And absence doesn't always have to mean goodbyes. Moving on with different people and environment doesn't require you to cut your ties and stop being friends with those you have parted with, for it is just like taking a long long long vacation with another batch of people and returning afterwards. If you're afraid they might not be there when you return, don't be. TRUE FRIENDS WAIT AND TRUE FRIENDS WOULDN'T CARE HOW LONG YOU'VE GONE FOR TRUE FRIENDS WILL ALWAYS BE THERE NO MATTER WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lastly,) Meeting new people on my majoring excites me and at the same time it scares me  because I'm not sure if I am going to meet new friends who are as great as those whom I had during the past two years. But of course, what I'm more scared about is the course itself - the new battlefield and the new surprises waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm feeling scared, which is pretty normal, I know that I'll be ready  - with all my gears packed - to face the (i know) very difficult challenges soon enough and will finish it with flying colors. THEN AGAIN, GAME ON! (but for now, I'll recharge first by enjoying my summer escapade. BWAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: THANK YOU fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;r all those peoplle who became a part of my first two years as a college girl (esp. SG). Maybe you'll be surprised but I'd also like to thank Ms. D. Hahaha. Even though she gave me tons of worries and made me cry for the past two  semesters, she still was able to instill values (PERSEVERANCE, DETERMINATION AND HARD WORK) that I will surely bring up to 5th year. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869954610339176207-3521275104376456457?l=missprincesscham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/feeds/3521275104376456457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8869954610339176207&amp;postID=3521275104376456457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/3521275104376456457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/3521275104376456457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/2009/05/blown-away.html' title='Blown Away'/><author><name>chumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06047039735191001307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShTAsacNVcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/COAmzkiEyd0/S220/IMG_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869954610339176207.post-862551726958271866</id><published>2009-05-21T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:37:48.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Pour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know. But I'm feeling sad and hurt right now. Why do some people act so insensitive especially when talking about serious issues. They even have the guts to goof around acting like they don't even care -- about the effing thing we're talking about and about my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I thought I've known more than enough of them and I thought they've known more than enough of me. But guess what, I was wrong because the people i expect to understand my feelings, insecurities, weaknesses, fragility and even my history were the ones who even got the nerve to lacerate my short-comings. I was wrong because now I know that there are still so much more to learn from them, more than the deep things I thought were already deep enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a while ago, I apologized. I apologized for being sensitive and disturbed and hurt. Realizing what I said made me wonder: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why should I be sorry? What should I be sorry about? My being sensitive and disturbed and hurt?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And with that thought I knew I was being unfair to myself and my feelings, that I was wrong for even doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe if they are reading this, they're probably thinking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey! What about OUR feelings?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; . Well, I know I also said some things that you might not have liked. But think about it. What bad have I caused on your part? Your pride? Your being? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;. I understand that maybe you guys were already sleepy and all, but at least, tell it in a way that will pull me away from the issue than pushing me deeper into it. You could have at least given me the security and the peace of mind. But you failed to do that and it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*headache. I haven't poured everything just yet. But I think this is enough. I'm feeling better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Allow me to use some plural pronouns and words to denote a singular being. Pardon the grammar. I didn't want to check nor read it again. Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869954610339176207-862551726958271866?l=missprincesscham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/feeds/862551726958271866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8869954610339176207&amp;postID=862551726958271866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/862551726958271866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869954610339176207/posts/default/862551726958271866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprincesscham.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-pour.html' title='Let Me Pour'/><author><name>chumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06047039735191001307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtfP5WhljUc/ShTAsacNVcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/COAmzkiEyd0/S220/IMG_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
