<?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-5155378217500452395</id><updated>2012-02-14T06:41:29.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Pineapple!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellopineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155378217500452395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellopineapple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erika Mina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112145159956686559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155378217500452395.post-3117017501451101141</id><published>2012-02-14T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T06:20:37.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>I woke up, and saw that I wasn't able to turn off the lights. I reached for my phone and it read 5:29 AM, just a minute before my alarm rang. I don't want to hear Girls' generation's "gee" to play and be cut abruptly. I turned off the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard footsteps approaching the bedroom, and rose up instantly. My mom burst in the room and lovingly said "Happy Valentine;s day anak" and she showered me with kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was able to sew my red cardigan the night before. It's been a long time since I wore this cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the red car approached the school, I felt uneasy, as if I regretted wearing my outfit for today. When I went out from the car, I noticed that people were not wearing any red shirts, or pants, or carrying red bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I greeted everyone Happy Valentine's day. I even greeted the two female service personnel I met on the CAS stairs. They greeted back, but told them the greeting doesn't apply to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate lunch alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to mass with my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend gave me a cake with a bag tag of our org. It made my day. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked with my friend along a long stretch of road. It has been a long time since we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my brows fixed. With a blade. By my dentist. In just 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greeted the elevator lady in the mall a "happy Valentine's Day". She got curious about the cake. I told her it was the gift. She told me she had a husband and didn't think her husband will give her a cake that day. I asked her if he was a good husband. She told he was. I told her " okay na po yun, basta maayos" read: be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for mentoring. I clearly need to fix myself. I'm tired (even my mentor) that I still face the same difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched three Japanese movies. I got irritated with the people who instantly clap when the movie abruptly stopped or when they think the movie has ended already ( when clearly, it hasn't. Wait for the credits people) Good thing Japanese ambassador didn't tear the armrest off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot about the cake. Good thing, Ate Angela returned and had the cake with her. Her plans of eating the cake did not push through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a heart to heart talk with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the friend's dog peering outside the window of the car. Cookie, my dog, cannot stand still and behave. I cannot pull that stunt with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized he was heartbroken. I am so slow in reading between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I was somehow alone this Valentine's day because my selfishness and ego got in the way of caring for other people and at the same time my growth to become a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155378217500452395-3117017501451101141?l=hellopineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellopineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3117017501451101141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellopineapple.blogspot.com/2012/02/18th-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155378217500452395/posts/default/3117017501451101141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155378217500452395/posts/default/3117017501451101141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellopineapple.blogspot.com/2012/02/18th-valentines-day.html' title='18th Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Erika Mina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15112145159956686559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
