<?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-7130882</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:54:33.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickled Pink</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything supremely excellent, the embodiment or perfection of something. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reena Tan-Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16779120422094998039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/reena.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130882.post-109091526824616732</id><published>2004-07-22T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T01:02:15.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/Reena/Zprincesscad.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;I am back in Bacolod taking time out of running the family business. So many headaches but nothing of migraine proportions. Im disappointed to learn about Achie Les dumping KSG. I suppose he was a bit to dry in personality to really keep her interest but am&amp;nbsp;glad he made her smile for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacolod is boring. Honestly I cant wait to go back to Cebu. Sometimes I wonder why I agree to these monthly trysts but then its worth it because my family gets to be together longer. Plus it may prevent the hubby from straying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Achie Les kasi nakakaloka tuloy&lt;/em&gt; Im so paranoid that the hubby will cheat! But then again 80% of all Filipino males will cheat on their significant others...doesn't matter if its wife or girlfriend. They will cheat? So is it just a matter of time before the hubby cheats on me too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7130882-109091526824616732?l=pinkyreena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/feeds/109091526824616732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7130882&amp;postID=109091526824616732' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default/109091526824616732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default/109091526824616732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-back-in-bacolod-taking-time-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tan-Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16779120422094998039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/reena.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130882.post-108676868794669301</id><published>2004-06-07T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T01:14:29.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/Reena/cats.jpg" border="0" align=left&gt; I was walking around Ayala taking time out from the dreary weather when I noticed my &lt;a href="http://gulaman.blogspot.com"&gt;Chie Les&lt;/a&gt; sitting by her lonesome staring at nothing over at the open air portion in Starbucks. I was starting to sneak up behind her when I noticed tear-stains on her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting sneaky, I walked towards where she sat and asked what ws wrong. She got &lt;a href="http://gulaman.blogspot.com/2004/06/art-of-chess-at-work.html"&gt;"cost cutted"&lt;/a&gt; because her department was "too expensive for the company to maintain at this time". She slaved to get the company where it is today! Like cats who throw the cream dish away after they have had their fill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the biggest crock I've heard so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write or say, other than Im speechless. She's the brains, how can this happen? Why do bad things happen to the best people? Why is life so unfair? Why am I so helpless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat and let my friend cry it all out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7130882-108676868794669301?l=pinkyreena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/feeds/108676868794669301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7130882&amp;postID=108676868794669301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default/108676868794669301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default/108676868794669301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-was-walking-around-ayala-taking-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tan-Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16779120422094998039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/reena.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130882.post-108619496471356065</id><published>2004-06-02T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T09:49:24.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/Reena/skull1.jpg" border=0 align=left&gt; Women Are From Bras, Men Are From Penus: A survival guide for bypassing communication and getting even in your relationship. The definitive survival guide for relationships in the next millennium. Let's face it. Relationships are hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there's a lot of lovey-dovey, kissy-facey, and touchey-feely, going on. But what about the real nitty gritty? What's the story with the opposite sex? That's what this book is all about. This book tells it like it is, giving you invaluable tips and insights into the bizarre, illogical, self-serving, self-absorbed, often deranged behavioral patterns of the opposite sex - which is, of course, what attracted us in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are under the illusion they don't have to ask men for anything - that if the man really loved her, he would automatically and instinctively know what she needed. Right! As if the dysfunctional drone even knew you were in the room, let alone knew what you were feeling. A woman has a better chance of finding a bathing suit off the rack that fits than finding a man who knows what she is going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, however, men like to feel needed - like they're her knight in shining armor. Unfortunately, most turn out to be needy, like her nightmare from The Shining. Therefore, it is important that a woman ask a man directly for what she wants, not indirectly. He is not a mind reader. He doesn't even read a map, how's he going to read a mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women will learn:&lt;br /&gt;-Why a man needs to put down the remote and emote&lt;br /&gt;-How to get a man to do what you want&lt;br /&gt;-How to motivate a man by being a dominatrix&lt;br /&gt;-How men go up and down like yo-yo's&lt;br /&gt;-How to get a man to talk&lt;br /&gt;-The best times to talk to a man&lt;br /&gt;-How a man thinks he is scoring points with a woman&lt;br /&gt;-How to wage war on a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men will learn:&lt;br /&gt;-How to flatter the pants off a woman&lt;br /&gt;-How to tell if a woman is getting her period&lt;br /&gt;-How a woman thinks she is scoring points with a man&lt;br /&gt;-How women go 'round and 'round in cycles&lt;br /&gt;-How to talk to a woman without listening&lt;br /&gt;-How to stop a woman from talking&lt;br /&gt;-How to wage war on a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women will learn:&lt;br /&gt;-How men fix everything while women have men fixed.&lt;br /&gt;-How women are sex objects while men are success objects.&lt;br /&gt;-How to reach out and touch yourself&lt;br /&gt;-How to tell if you are having an argument&lt;br /&gt;-How to dress for an argument&lt;br /&gt;-How to write a Hate Letter&lt;br /&gt;-How to write a Revenge Letter&lt;br /&gt;-How to blame your partner for practically everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men will never understand women and women will never understand men. And that is the one thing that men and women will never understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7130882-108619496471356065?l=pinkyreena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/feeds/108619496471356065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7130882&amp;postID=108619496471356065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default/108619496471356065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default/108619496471356065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/2004/06/women-are-from-bras-men-are-from-penus_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tan-Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16779120422094998039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/reena.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130882.post-108576918257366996</id><published>2004-05-28T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T13:06:02.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/Reena/pinkracer.jpg" border=0 align=left&gt;Pink a color sometimes described as being a light red, but it is more accurately a bright undersaturated red. There are many different shades of this color. The color was named after the flowers of the same name, some parts of some of those flowers being that color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color of pink is associated with womanhood, just like blue is associated with boys and manhood. Carrie, from Sex and the City, for example, is seen wearing pink dresses very often in the television series, and Elle, from the Legally Blonde movie series, prefers pink over any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many feminists on the other hand have decried the color pink, along with dresses and skirts, as something related to the pre-feminism "old-style female", which they detest as a symbol of the oppression and limitations of that era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although many other girls and women have sought to reclaim some aspects of the old-style female, including pink, as something to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink is also associated with homosexuals, often in the form of a pink triangle. This symbolic usage stems from the symbols used by the Nazis to label their prisoners in the concentration camps. Where Jews were forced to wear the familiar yellow stars of David, convicted homosexual men were forced to wear a pink triangle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, it is often worn with pride. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7130882-108576918257366996?l=pinkyreena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/feeds/108576918257366996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7130882&amp;postID=108576918257366996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default/108576918257366996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default/108576918257366996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/2004/05/pink-color-sometimes-described-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tan-Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16779120422094998039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/reena.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130882.post-108568708043170630</id><published>2004-05-27T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T13:39:55.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/Reena/Zdangerous.jpg" border=0; align=left&gt;Today I join the ranks of bloggers. Gulaman Girl &amp; Kendo Mastah are childhood friends of mine, and they been bloggers for a couple of years now and have influenced me to make one of my own. As of this writing, the Girl and this cute "Inchik" are helping me fine tune the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not the technocrat my friends are, I hardly spend as much time on the computer as them. But now I'm intrigued so we'll all be seeing how far this goes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7130882-108568708043170630?l=pinkyreena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/feeds/108568708043170630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7130882&amp;postID=108568708043170630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default/108568708043170630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130882/posts/default/108568708043170630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyreena.blogspot.com/2004/05/today-i-join-ranks-of-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tan-Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16779120422094998039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/kendo_mastah/reena.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
