<?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-35651759</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:47:21.677+08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='cheerleading'/><category term='beginnings'/><category term='kada'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='web'/><category term='photo shoot'/><category term='advocacies'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='self'/><category term='birds'/><category term='art'/><category term='updates'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='FML'/><category term='complaints'/><category term='summer'/><category term='acads'/><category term='literary'/><category term='lakad'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='cars/driving'/><category term='pets'/><category term='confused'/><category term='future'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='deaths'/><category term='firsts'/><category term='weather'/><category term='achievements'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='studies'/><category term='cosplay'/><category term='argh'/><category term='college'/><category term='abuse'/><category term='hate'/><category term='grades'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><category term='mourning'/><category term='contempt'/><category term='nooo (insert exclamation point)'/><category term='diet'/><category term='happyhappy'/><category term='Filipino pride'/><category term='people'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='snape'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='wants'/><category term='sick'/><category term='headache'/><category term='pessimism'/><category term='gerard♥'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='media'/><category term='secret'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='manga'/><category term='net'/><category term='gtky'/><category term='weirdness'/><category term='mondays'/><category term='bffs'/><category term='katipunan'/><category term='help'/><category term='AdMU'/><category term='excited'/><category term='what i ♥'/><category term='issues'/><category term='blockmates'/><category term='dissapointment'/><category term='highschool'/><category term='soujiro♥'/><category term='friends'/><category term='spilling it out'/><category term=':D'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='me'/><category term='oysters'/><category term='illusions'/><category term='stress'/><category term='english'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='vlog'/><category term='random'/><category term='hoping'/><category term='culture'/><category term='body'/><category term='games'/><category term='crushcrushcrush'/><category term='size'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='envy'/><category term='frustrations'/><category term='inspired to move'/><category term='profs'/><category term='pests'/><category term='food'/><category term='MCR♥'/><category term='anime'/><category term='garfield'/><category term='fear'/><category term='symposium'/><category term='writing'/><category term='william♥'/><category term='rehab centers'/><title type='text'>Get your healthy dose of bull!</title><subtitle type='html'>@ etcuteme.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2700249908300682021</id><published>2011-01-16T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:17:52.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Blogger</title><content type='html'>I miss writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I obviously am not as good a writer now as I was before because of my laziness. I have a harder time detailing my ideas, constructing sentences, finding appropriate adjectives, and... spelling correctly :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really have to start writing because all the English-speakers in AdMU make me insecure. I'm part of the Atenean subculture that speaks rough, natural Filipino in all its wonderful glory. XD I mean, I can't speak in English in the lightning-speed others do! I have to pause every now and then to compose my messages... or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay in a hurry, will TRY t update this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2700249908300682021?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2700249908300682021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2700249908300682021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2700249908300682021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2700249908300682021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-miss-blogger.html' title='I miss Blogger'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-818859630672582602</id><published>2010-09-11T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T15:35:49.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Nothing major, major</title><content type='html'>This Blogger account, like my life, is inactive, almost to the point of being dead. But because I refuse to let it go, I update it sporadically :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yes: MY LIFE IS DEAD. I've been on autopilot since last June, but because I have a lazy ass, I don't really mind. I actually enjoy having a routine at the moment. I wake up, go to school, go home, sleep. Sometimes, it's wake up, feel lazy, mull over whether or not I should go to school, decide not to go to school, play video games, then sleep. Yeah, THAT'S MY LIFE. An life of a girl on autopilot. To prove my point, I'm going to be honest: I haven't had a single picture taken since who-knows-when (I'm guessing July). Meaning: nothing memorable enough is happening to me to immortalize it in a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thinking of how I'm living my life atm makes me a bit tired; I don't want to go into philosophical &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;stuffs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (I hate that word so much) right now; but case in point, I know that I'm missing out on a lot. But I don't really care -_____- Oh god, how much more lazy can I get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm pretty happy! (Oh god... wait, I'm happy being mundane? =_=) What I'm saying is, life's good. It may lack activity, but it's really going smoothly. There are times when I have&lt;i&gt; major, major&lt;/i&gt; problems, but my optimism always gets me through. In fact, I'm so surprised at how optimistic I am! When a problem comes, my first thought is always "It's okay, (insert positive statement here)". I swear, I really surprise myself with my optimism. I might surprise you, too. (I noticed that I often freak people out with what I say. That's out of topic, of course - just sharing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's pretty much it! As I said, I have no pictures to show you, heheh. Oh, and one last thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naiinis na ako dun sa bansang namatayan ng walong sibilyan. Nung inabuso o pinatay ba nila yung mga Pilipinong nagtatrabaho sa kanila, umimik ba tayo? Naging demanding ba tayo? Nung may 3 turistang Pinoy na namatay sa bansa nila, uminit ang ulo natin sa galit? Hindi, di ba? O, bakit ganyan sila ngayon? Bakit lahat tayo sinisisi? Sobrang pikon na pikon na ako sa kanila. Ayoko na magpunta sa bansa nila at baka insultuhin lang nila ako't tapunan ng passport. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ngayon lang ako nainis na ganito, kasi parang ang bingi't bulag nila. Hinahayaan nilang makonsumo sila ng sarili nilang galit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-818859630672582602?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/818859630672582602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=818859630672582602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/818859630672582602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/818859630672582602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-major-major.html' title='Nothing major, major'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2016322085505285249</id><published>2010-05-15T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:55:06.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Platonic Affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-62TRMhcnI/AAAAAAAABQo/ohUU6TjNQAw/s400/27710_1366041644002_1620487223_900056_7701178_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471511039451427442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An amusing thing about my friends and I is that we’re never affectionate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how some girls frequently say “I love you” to their girl friends, plus give them long hugs and some sweet words. They may kid around every once in a while, but you could still feel that atmosphere of love around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies minimally to my clique. Since we’re birds of a feather, it translates to one thing: we’re very &lt;i&gt;palengkera&lt;/i&gt;. We’re loud, barbaric, shameless, and a tad bit uncivilized (which, occasionally, makes me very embarrassed to be with them). We laugh all the time, and we’re very sneaky and street-smart. You may think I’m exaggerating - yes, we do conform to society’s rules, but we put a twist to it. Which, as I pointed out, makes us a bit uncivilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may sense an air of affection around us - but not without sensing the air of clownishness first. See, we won’t hug one another unless it’s time to go home, and we rarely say “I love you” to one another. Both things, if done at random moments, make us laugh and cringe. We started out as a manly group of girls, and we’re still that bro towards one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s pretty obvious that they’re going to be my friends for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://flickeringpost.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tine Cruz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2016322085505285249?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2016322085505285249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2016322085505285249&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2016322085505285249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2016322085505285249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/platonic-affection.html' title='Platonic Affection'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-62TRMhcnI/AAAAAAAABQo/ohUU6TjNQAw/s72-c/27710_1366041644002_1620487223_900056_7701178_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5012725411994282617</id><published>2010-05-10T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:56:42.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><title type='text'>Votes for the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-edFl3GvtI/AAAAAAAABQg/Ucvp6iNN_Bg/s1600/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-edFl3GvtI/AAAAAAAABQg/Ucvp6iNN_Bg/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469512991852904146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while ago, my parents and I went to the basketball court 3 blocks away so that we could vote. At 8 AM, the court was already filled with people waiting to get a ballot; I thought we were going to take long, but in an hour, my parents and I were done - all from casting our votes, to having an indelible ink put on our right point finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard in a TV show that we Filipinos are amongst the most suspicious when it comes to the elections. And why wouldn't we be, when over the past century, we have been cheated on over and over again? Yup, I have a nagging fear that something might not work out, and that we wouldn't get honest results. But as romantic as it may sound, I believe that everything happens for a reason. Whatever results this elections would bring, it I think would be the best outcome - maybe not for the present, but definitely for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next 6 years of my life are crucial - it's when I graduate, get a job, and achieve my dreams of travelling and trying out everything there is out there. The government plays a part in helping me do so, as the country's economic status affects how I'm going to live everyday for the next 6 years. I just hope that, if ever things wouldn't progress that much in this near future, it will be by the time I have children. So that they may enjoy a good life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5012725411994282617?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5012725411994282617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5012725411994282617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5012725411994282617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5012725411994282617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/votes-for-future.html' title='Votes for the future'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-edFl3GvtI/AAAAAAAABQg/Ucvp6iNN_Bg/s72-c/Picture+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1342955394232898186</id><published>2010-04-29T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:44:19.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Befriending</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, I was very picky with whom to put in my circle of friends. If I find you too weird, too introverted, too cool, even, then you're out. I wanted my friends to be on my 'level', who had the same personality as I did. That way, I wouldn't have a hard time understanding them, and vice versa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've changed this way of thinking. Not because I've matured, but because I've experienced being rejected, too. Not super dramatic rejection, okay! :)) There were just times when I felt out of place, because people had standards I couldn't live up to - pretty similar to what I had going on then, when I was picky on whom to befriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I don't think being choosy is due to immaturity, but about us wanting to find our place in the world. We want to be with people who are like us so that we could observe how they act, think, and feel. This way, we have a better understanding of who we are and what we want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, I find my place in the world by befriending everyone; after all, each and every one of us has something to offer. Why limit ourselves to those whom we could easily relate to when there are many people who could teach us a thing or two? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1342955394232898186?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1342955394232898186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1342955394232898186&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1342955394232898186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1342955394232898186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/befriending.html' title='Befriending'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5998587263371461809</id><published>2010-04-22T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:43:48.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/01/01/travel/06bangkok600.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the near future, I'm going to live in a different country - alone - for maybe 3 months. Such span of time is enough for me to see the sights, smell the many different aromas, and expose myself to a whole new culture. My college grades aren't the best and are pulling my hopes of achieving such dreams down, but I believe that if I could just shake the fear off, I'd be opened up to a world of possibilities.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/01/01/travel/06bangkok600.1.jpg"&gt;Img via.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5998587263371461809?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5998587263371461809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5998587263371461809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5998587263371461809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5998587263371461809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/ambitions.html' title='Ambitions'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-9069498179414413855</id><published>2010-04-19T10:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:25:02.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Jeje People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I noticed how there's a massive anti-&lt;i&gt;jejemon &lt;/i&gt;army in social networking sites such as Facebook and (the outdated) Friendster. Check around some more and you'll see other sites whose members are against the &lt;i&gt;jejemons&lt;/i&gt;, too, like Tumblr, and even Blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh, in case you're unaware, &lt;i&gt;jejemons &lt;/i&gt;are people who tYpE lYk dIs eHehE (^^,) I'm not sure how they got their name - probably because they don't laugh like eHehE anymore, but jEjEJe, instead.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, there's a limit to how people can exercise their freedom of speech. Yes, you can state how irritated you are by people who don't take into account proper grammar, spelling, and syntax, but you can't really judge, insult, or worst, fight them over their jEJe cApS. Come on, people. We're all much better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These &lt;i&gt;jejemons &lt;/i&gt;are still people. They eat, breathe, take a dump, experience old things and new things, experience hardships... in short, they're like us and we're like them. We're all equals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I know this doesn't apply to everyone, but wasn't there a time when we kind of typed like that, too? Maybe when we were in elementary, when that was the common way of texting our peers. Maybe we didn't use jEJe cApS, but I'm pretty sure we overused the word 'po', such as in &lt;i&gt;"kumain ka na po ba? ^^"&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"may kwento po ako sayo!"&lt;/i&gt; That was our standard; that standard still applies to other people. It's their comfortable way of expression. Do you want someone to, of the blue, disrespect you just because they don't like the way you express yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe education screwed us up, because many of us think that these &lt;i&gt;jeje &lt;/i&gt;people are of a lower level than us. Come on, since when did typing improperly, mixed with the occasional &lt;i&gt;baduy &lt;/i&gt;(which is subjective) ways of expression, equaled to being a lowlife? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people are just doing their thing, very much like you and me. If you go out of your way just so you could insult them, then it's time to think about who really is of a lower level than the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-9069498179414413855?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/9069498179414413855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=9069498179414413855&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/9069498179414413855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/9069498179414413855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/jeje-people.html' title='Jeje People'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8972013095891229455</id><published>2010-04-12T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:51:45.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Sublimation</title><content type='html'>You know you're special to me when I start making art for you. I draw you, then present it in the most surprising way possible, like turning my rendition of you into a bookmark and giving it to you when you least expect it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know you're really, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; special when I start writing about you. AND NO I DON'T MEAN STALKER-LIKE WRITING, but more of a fiction-ish essay expressing everything I can't express in real life. So far, only two people have been special enough for me to write about them. See here: &lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com/art/Corned-Beef-Nobody-but-her-84020163"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com/art/This-Meta-Fiction-s-For-You-118266547"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only two people, but a third one might come up soon; I feel like I'm going to burst if I keep my emotions pent up like this. I do spend more than usual amount of time with my friends this summer so that I could feel good, but I can't mask the loneliness forever, now, can't I? Writing will be my form of release.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OH DUDE SUMMER IS SO BAD FOR ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM SO EMO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE ONLY THING MISSING TO COMPLETE MY WHOLE EMO LOOK IS A CUTTER XDDD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still the eternal optimist, though. See, I sublimate my pain and turn it into something useful and positive! That's the way mature people handle it! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8972013095891229455?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8972013095891229455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8972013095891229455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8972013095891229455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8972013095891229455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/sublimation.html' title='Sublimation'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-9177135491826989581</id><published>2010-04-09T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:42:28.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Hurrah, I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>Hurrah! I've opened my blog again! And not because I want to be as famous as &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;, but because I need an outlet for my feelings (or ffff-eelings, as some put it). That or I just want to be happy by being silly, since you know... when I'm bored, I end up thinking of emo stuff, then I just want to slash my wrists and die D: (LOL I'M JUST KIDDING ABOUT THE LAST 2. I love life!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, my summer 2010 is spent jogging, badminton-ing, listening to music, playing with my iPod applications, naming my boobs (Bouba and Kiki, hahaha), surfing the net, missing people, and bonding with my brothers. I'm supposed to be squeezing my creative juices, as I have planned to since forever, but I'M HAVING A HUGE ART BLOCK (a more appropriate term would be &lt;i&gt;art laze&lt;/i&gt;) and I can't even gather the energy to extend my arm, get Parker (my tablet) from the drawer, and start drawing D: WHY? AM I &lt;i&gt;THIS&lt;/i&gt; SAD? D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, oh! I have a great story to tell my old Blogger friends (you know who you guys are!). Do you guys have my YM address? I need your reactions and opinions XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-9177135491826989581?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/9177135491826989581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=9177135491826989581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/9177135491826989581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/9177135491826989581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/hurrah-im-alive.html' title='Hurrah, I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1299828624406609873</id><published>2010-01-28T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:49:01.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private</title><content type='html'>So I've been contemplating on whether or not I should make my journal private. I want to write again - and not have comments and responses as motivation to continue doing so. My head's an intellectual (LOL) mess; it needs so much exercise and sharpening right now, and foregoing writing isn't going to help me solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe a week from now, I'll make Etcutme private. I'm not sure how long it'll stay that way - whenever I feel like I may want to be as famous as &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;, then I'll definitely open this to the public sphere of the internet XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still contact me on the ff sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/kringaling"&gt;FormSpring&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/imprettyhenyo"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/imprettyhenyo"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://kring.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay see you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1299828624406609873?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1299828624406609873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1299828624406609873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1299828624406609873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1299828624406609873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-private.html' title='Going Private'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6734669313014447011</id><published>2009-12-31T15:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:59:51.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>About this blog + before Xmas</title><content type='html'>What's up people? I decided that apologizing before every update isn't necessary anymore - every update would just be equal to an apology XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've been going gaga over &lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; lately. According to Google Chrome, I visit dA more than I do Facebook. I just love the art community there - very supportive, and there's no bashing at all (very much unlike Youtube - do you see the comments people leave there? T_T). Pleasr click &lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; in order to see my art (which still needs improvement - honestly XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last December 22 Ashleiy gave me a treat and brought me to the Podium's Australian Hair and Beauty College. I got a makeover; she had her hair trimmed. (*Pics from Ashleiy's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SzxhanvZ4fI/AAAAAAAABP8/XxFxpbZ39pk/s320/0224599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421315161419538930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashleiy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/Szxha2ZljDI/AAAAAAAABQE/WyuzQ8hiig0/s320/0224610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421315165354560562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kring with awkward smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I finally met Ashleiy's boyfriend! Ashleiy's one of my really super-duper mega close friends, and yet I've never met her BF even though they've been together for a year now! T_T So it was good to FINALLY, FINALLY meet him XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/Szxgcmf5H3I/AAAAAAAABP0/iLiYlQEeySY/s320/0224652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421314095934152562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi, Papa Paolo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;My high school barkada had a Christmas party afterwards :) (as in right after my date with Ashleiy LOL) We had so much food, and it was super fun! The catch, though, is that we had to bring our partners - and you know, pretty much everyone in the barkada has a lover already T_T My friend Roseanne and I became partners; Dian's boyfriend, Emman, couldn't come, so that made us the Three Musketeers XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S0Q_xizuU0I/AAAAAAAABQU/FndtUZCPwPE/s400/18033_234088366802_747216802_4187492_7364785_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423529971650810690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's us! Sorry, the pic's too small -_-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(L-R) Shan, Dian, Joan, Jenny, Hams, Me, Apri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to change the topic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to give my blogger up! T_T I've had so many previous blogs that I feel like I need to stick to this, or else I'll give up writing altogether. So even though I update rarely, please know that I have no plans of abandoning my blogger &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Did you know that I actually &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; plans of being famous through my blogging? AHAHAHA! Pretty much like &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;, yes? I thought, "Hey, I write well, plus I'm spontaneous and a pretty fun person, PLUS I never run out of ideas, so there really is a chance!" But because I don't update regularly, it'll take a &lt;s&gt;LONG&lt;/s&gt; while before that happens XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I'm sorry to my online friends whose blogs I haven't been visiting lately -_- Sorry, weird things pop in my head whenever I'm at the computer chair - I totally forget to visit blogs and go to other KID-FRIENDLY sites, instead &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6734669313014447011?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6734669313014447011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6734669313014447011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6734669313014447011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6734669313014447011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-up-people-i-decided-that.html' title='About this blog + before Xmas'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SzxhanvZ4fI/AAAAAAAABP8/XxFxpbZ39pk/s72-c/0224599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2934565767835278817</id><published>2009-11-12T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:22:58.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Question on Finding Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;To those whom I have promised to make art for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'LL STILL DO IT. :)))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's so funny how, while everyone who matters to me changes, I still remain the same.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The change: relationship status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were single, and now they're in a relationship. Or they were in a relationship, are &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; in a relationship, and are now happier than ever. &lt;i&gt;Or &lt;/i&gt;they were in a relationship, broke up, and got back together with their significant other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends seem to have found someone they deem suitable for themselves... we're all in the same age, so why haven't I found mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. I'm sorry; I'm making it sound like sad news, but it actually isn't :)) I just find it weird that my friends have found someone whom they feel they fit perfectly with, whereas I have only gone as far as finding someone whom I think looks really cute XD Why? What is the chemical formula of love? Do people really find someone whom they have perfect chemistry with even though they're still on their teens? Or are my standards just too high to find someone who'll click with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think... I better sleep. I've been sleepy for a week now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2934565767835278817?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2934565767835278817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2934565767835278817&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2934565767835278817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2934565767835278817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/11/question-on-finding-someone.html' title='The Question on Finding Someone'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8368400800648804109</id><published>2009-10-19T16:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:57:23.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AdMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>From the Storm to Art</title><content type='html'>Gah, it's such a pity that I always start my blog posts by apologizing, but anyway - sorry, blog, that I was too lazy to update you -_- There are actually a couple of drafts here in my dashboard, but I didn't bother finishing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I. Storm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoe's everyone doing? I hope you guys are all well and accounted for. The storm didn't bring any damage to our house at all, even though we live in Cainta. Our subdivision was 80% flooded, but no water entered our house, and it didn't flood our part of the road, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day after the storm, though, I took dad to the airport, since he had a flight to France. He woke me up at 6 AM, and since we both thought that I was only going to take him up until outside the village, I didn't bother eating or washing my face. But heck, it was A BIG MESS in Cainta - and Marikina, for that matter - that we had to go straight to the airport. We arrived at 10:15 AM, and due to the HELLISH traffic at Marikina (severely devastated place - you'd think such devastation was only in the movies), I got home at 5 PM :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;II. School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now officially my sem break :D I actually have pretty good grades - they haven't been released yet, but our prof's gave our standing at the last day of the class. The first sem has been so easy - I hope it's just as easy next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;III. Crushes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None as of the moment. Nothing of the sort's happening right now XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IV. Hobbies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've focused on my art since two weeks ago; I really want to draw well and become literate at Photoshop. Because I needed motivation, I opened a free art request - people over at &lt;a href="hhtp://deviantart.com"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; asked me to draw stuff, and I did. Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com/art/WAR-139266437" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 334px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/invaderzim2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com/art/The-Feelings-Are-Mutual-139271011" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 300px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/IMGP3964-horz.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com/art/Quit-it-dude-139928731" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/IMGP3991-vert.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com/art/Red-head-139598551" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/pic.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com/art/Serenna-Don-t-you-DARE-140417401" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 487px; height: 215px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/IMGP3994-horz.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a descriptions, click on the picture. It'll open a new tab, unto the website where I put 'em :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;IF YOU'VE GOT AN ART REQUEST, TELL ME! I'D BE HAPPY TO DRAW WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO DRAW&lt;/u&gt; - BUT I DON'T ACCEPT PORNOGRAPHIC STUFF, YEAH? XD &lt;/b&gt; Not because I don't want to, but because I haven't studied the human anatomy well yet. HAHAHA KIDDIIIIIING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8368400800648804109?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8368400800648804109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8368400800648804109&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8368400800648804109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8368400800648804109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-storm-to-art.html' title='From the Storm to Art'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1956201777210606946</id><published>2009-09-16T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:19:40.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>2009 Christmas wish list!</title><content type='html'>I remember September 1. At such an early date, people were already greeting each other a Merry Christmas. Tweets, Plurks, and Facebook statuses read "It's the start of the 'ber' months! Merry Christmas!" Most if not all of my friends thought it was ridiculous: "The heck? Why's everyone so worked up? It's only September!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd empathize, but actually, I find the excitement quite thrilling. I mean, is there any other country wherein Christmas is celebrated in as early as September? Where people are excitedly telling their friends to buy them gifts for the holidays? Where Christmas carols are, at the start of the ber months, the background music of McDonald's (go to McDonald's Katipunan XD)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which goes to my main topic: the wish list. I've already thought about it, but whenever I ask myself what I'd like to have, my mind goes to a blank. It's like - there isn't an item that I'm dying to have. Is it a sign of contentment, or of aging? T_T Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rummaged through the deep recesses of my mind :)), and I found some items which I've been wanting for a long time already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 311px;" src="http://moriahjovan.com/mojo/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/itouch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;iPhone/iPod&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Probability: Hmm... about 40%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I have a taste in music no radio station could satiate; thus, I need an iPod with me wherever I go. (Wait, what? If that's your only demand, why not just an mp3? &lt;i&gt;You're so maarte Kring ha!&lt;/i&gt;) PLUS the fact that MP3's couldn't keep up with the huge amount of music I have. See, I'm a gamer, plus I'm &lt;i&gt;kinda&lt;/i&gt; into Japanese stuff (geeky, geeky). Whenever I play a game, or watch a show (whether it be Japanese or not), I download a copy of its OST, so that the memory of the game/show stays with me. So, aside from the mainstream, rock, alternative, RnB, etc that I have, a huge chunk of my music is geeky music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 274px;" src="http://www.layersmagazine.com/admin/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/wacom-intuos4-overhead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wacom Intuos Tablet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Probability: 0.1%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm active in &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;, I have &lt;i&gt;constantly&lt;/i&gt; been inspired by graphic artists who create their works digitally. Digital, as in via computer. I mean, HOW THE F DO YOU MAKE SOMETHING LIKE &lt;a href="http://kaze-hime.deviantart.com/art/AN-2009-123593601"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; AND &lt;a href="http://artgerm.deviantart.com/art/Pepper-Dance-3-21206819"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; IN A COMPUTER?? Do you.. draw it on MS Paint? o_O *shoots self* Then I found out that they do it using the Wacom Intuos tablet. What happens is, you connect it to the PC, draw on the tablet's screen, and voila! Your drawing, while you're working on it, is immediately put in the computer. You don't have to scan your art works anymore, plus it'd be a whole lot easier to color them using Photoshop or SAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://chevychaseteethwhitening.co.cc/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/white-teeth-smile-200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teeth Whitening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Probability: 30%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a condition called fluorosis - that is, I was overexposed to fluorine when I was a kid (I USED TOO MUCH TOOTHPASTE ;_;), so now I have mottled teeth. Some parts of my teeth are white; some, yellow; the uneven color of is very obvious. So PLEASE ;_; I've been asking this for two years now. Bleach my teeth, mum, dad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sliponshoes.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/vans-classic-slip-on.jpg" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vans slip-on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Probability: 70%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;These shoes are soooo nice!&lt;/i&gt; They're really comfy, plus they look great on any outfit. I want my first pair this Christmas! I hope I'd get these - every year, my parents buy us siblings new outfits to wear for the holidays XD So I'll tell 'em I want a pair of Vans slip-ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good luck nalang sakin, di ba?&lt;/i&gt; Hehe. But compared to &lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-wish-list.html"&gt;my Christmas wish list two years ago&lt;/a&gt;, the items here are more realistic (except for the tablet) XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1956201777210606946?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1956201777210606946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1956201777210606946&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1956201777210606946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1956201777210606946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/09/2009-christmas-wish-list.html' title='2009 Christmas wish list!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8682780107333359751</id><published>2009-09-05T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:19:54.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Yuna and Tidus</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIolYMNFhfs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIolYMNFhfs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, this scene still gets to me &lt;3 It's been... 3-4 years, I think, since I last played FFX, but this has got to be one of the most &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt; scenes ever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt;... what's the English word for it? Swoon? I don't think there's a translation that really captures the meaning of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick post! Just inspired by the video &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8682780107333359751?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8682780107333359751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8682780107333359751&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8682780107333359751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8682780107333359751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/09/yuna-and-tidus.html' title='Yuna and Tidus'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1200356886852994990</id><published>2009-08-24T14:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:42:57.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushcrushcrush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo shoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katipunan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lakad'/><title type='text'>When you've got lots of time in your hands...</title><content type='html'>Hee. I haven't updated for the longest time (Hm, I've been using that as an opening line for quite some time now)! And the longer the time I don't blog, the more stories I accumulate! So, shall we start? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I. Barkada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday Shan, Joan, Jenny, Maja, Nikko, Ame, and I got together to swim at Ame's condo. I had BV's (bad vibes) while on the trip to her place - I even cried, the hell - but because my friends aren't the type to make a big deal out of it, I eventually felt better emotionally. Thank goodness, these guys know me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 374px;" src="http://images.maallen.multiply.com/image/3/photos/346/500x500/8/haciendadelaame-008.jpg?et=gzaXw2jma7k0HTos0X00eQ&amp;amp;nmid=276886757" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me while driving Kiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://images.maallen.multiply.com/image/1/photos/346/500x500/12/haciendadelaame-012.jpg?et=gNpKIvH8aPWMWwQWnJJIPA&amp;amp;nmid=276886757" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The people inside the car. It's amazing how these guys find ways to fit themselves in the car. Both Ame and Joan were at the passenger's seat XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 314px;" src="http://images.maallen.multiply.com/image/1/photos/346/500x500/68/haciendadelaame-068.jpg?et=H6YRTCZev85jg4iYyU%2B5Zg&amp;amp;nmid=276886757" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, Ame, Joan, Maja and I went swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 316px;" src="http://images.maallen.multiply.com/image/1/photos/346/500x500/54/haciendadelaame-054.jpg?et=kwNNE%2Bh88iLqasQSGtTK%2Cw&amp;amp;nmid=276886757" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing... water wrestling? LOL XD But eventually I switched with Maja and carried her instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 302px; height: 399px;" src="http://images.maallen.multiply.com/image/3/photos/346/500x500/57/haciendadelaame-057.jpg?et=vG%2CXn5C%2C4uFq%2Cs1Wd0RS8g&amp;amp;nmid=276886757" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were swimming, Jenny and Nikko spent some quality time together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 314px;" src="http://images.maallen.multiply.com/image/1/photos/346/500x500/60/haciendadelaame-060.jpg?et=DoDxoxdf%2Bw1%2BLV8NTaYlLQ&amp;amp;nmid=276886757" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Shan studied. Nursing *sigh*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at about 10 PM. Thank god I talked to mum over the phone before going home - it was in that conversation that she told me off XD HAHAHA, it's not my fault she forgot that I was going to go swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;II. Photo Shoot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 534px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/_8150693-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last August 15, &lt;a href="http://ashleiy.multiply.com/"&gt;Ashleiy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thunderpopcola.tumblr.com/"&gt;Elisa&lt;/a&gt;, and I went to UP Diliman to do a shoot. It was for an exhibit in which Ashleiy's part of; the official pictures are going to be released on Sept. 15 or 16, I think. Anyway, the theme of the shoot is &lt;b&gt;coffee&lt;/b&gt;, so you'll see us holding mugs in some of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note: Please, please don't steal the pictures!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the people behind the shoot XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 513px; height: 315px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/pc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa Aquino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thunderpopcola.tumblr.com/"&gt;Thunderpopcola.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashleiy Kasala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashleiy.multiply.com/"&gt;Ashleiy.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And, well, me XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pictures which I edited. These aren't the final pictures; I haven't seen them yet, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 510px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/_8150864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/_8150913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 360px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/_8150904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 359px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/_8150937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa's actually 2 batches lower than us, but despite that, she's a really good model! Really confident and comfortable in front of the camera. She actually teased me and said, "Ate, you can't do my poses; you're so stiff." Sorry na XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I'd be able to have more shoots, since &lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast-at-past-with-my-future.html"&gt;I would want to show the pictures to my future son/daughter&lt;/a&gt;. Hahaha! &lt;i&gt;Yun pa rin yung dahilan?&lt;/i&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;III. School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to academics, I can say that my performance this sem is much better compared to the last. The only problem I have as of now is Fil 14 (Kring, Fil?! But you &lt;i&gt;speak&lt;/i&gt; Filipino!). I'm not failing the subject! It's just that I need to catch up in order to get a good grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to more personal matters *ahem ahem* HAHAHA! Once again, I can't share my story in public -_- If I know you, though, and you want to find out, you can ask me personally or email me. I can't divulge anything because... well. These matters aren't like before. They're more, er, complex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I have a happy crush! :D For some reason, I always get attracted to guys who look like &lt;a href="http://cdn.complex.com/assets/images/Individuals/Mantras/022009/gerard-way-560.jpg"&gt;Gerard Way&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting with my Comm group mates last Tuesday. When we finished, I got out of the room, and crap - through the windows of the building, I saw that it was raining hard. I thought I had my umbrella with me, so I rummaged my bag, only to find that it wasn't there - I left it in my car. How was I supposed to go out of the building?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if hearing my complaints, God answered and told me to scan my surroundings. Then I saw him - the Gerard Way guy, whom I of course know personally :)) - walking in the rain, a big umbrella in his hand. Since it seems to be the only solution, I ran towards him and went under his umbrella. He was a gentleman, offering to go with me to my destination, but since we were heading towards the same area, we just talked about random things :) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta scoot! I have to finish a project -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1200356886852994990?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1200356886852994990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1200356886852994990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1200356886852994990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1200356886852994990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-youve-got-lots-of-time-in-your.html' title='When you&apos;ve got lots of time in your hands...'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2655344240075142802</id><published>2009-08-06T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:39:26.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>wrist red, anyone?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about my future and whether or not I'll be happy with what I'd be doing. I would most probably end up in Unilab, since dad works there and has [unknowingly] convinced me to get a job in his company (the perks! The car! The free gas! The travels! &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; the fact that you aren't holed up in the office all day!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really... I'm afraid of what my future holds. Will I be happy and successful? The latter is important for me to get the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really want to do something that I love. Maybe something artsy, like... making video games? LOL /wrist red. Or doing what Ramon Bautista does? I don't think I can cope up with a 9-to-5 job; my school attendance proves it. I just want to do something that I love, or something that requires minimal effort but pays big (Oh goodness. /wrist red).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start a business. Probably a food business, so that after all the initial fuss about the planning and locations and money has been done, I can just relax, and whip up some ideas for my will-be servants every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm just screwing myself. I'll just be a Hollywood celebrity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2655344240075142802?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2655344240075142802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2655344240075142802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2655344240075142802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2655344240075142802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrist-red-anyone.html' title='wrist red, anyone?'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-7134501820669189259</id><published>2009-07-30T12:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:27:49.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Thank you for giving me Hyde</title><content type='html'>Dad got home from Las Vegas last Tuesday. He knows I've been wanting an iPod (I was supposed to get one for free but it didn't push through), so I expected it to be his present for me. But no - that wasn't what he got me. It was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gayakuman.com/uploads/2009/02/acer-aspire-one-aod150-red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Acer Aspire One netbook. A netbook's like a laptop, only smaller and lighter. You wont get back/shoulder pains from carrying it with you in a bag. Thanks, dad ;___; I really am touched. You always finds ways to surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so goth-y, but I named my netbook Hyde Lovelace (a guy). Hyde's a cool name, whereas Lovelace, well, I got it while I was doing some Facebook tests :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brothers and I goofed around with Hyde, since he has a built-in webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEmaZWMWhI/AAAAAAAABOM/RnDZskfbxq4/s320/Picture_001%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364110866097396242" border="0" /&gt;O hai thar 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEmaE6MZUI/AAAAAAAABOE/ksrWnE1-6Cw/s320/Picture_005%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364110860611249474" border="0" /&gt;Kyle, Kring, Bryan as usual goofy selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEmZ_cLK5I/AAAAAAAABN8/joTRtJxsdHY/s320/Picture_007%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364110859143162770" border="0" /&gt;"Bryan... you &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; take a shower, didn't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEmZgXkgXI/AAAAAAAABN0/MJ6qiU1RLeA/s320/Picture_008%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364110850802352498" border="0" /&gt;Bryan's still thinking of a way to piss me off. *Pokes Kyle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEmZezRHcI/AAAAAAAABNs/XXpKCJl8nTk/s320/Picture_014%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364110850381651394" border="0" /&gt;Gasp, look at those iron-hard abs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEnwhmfSrI/AAAAAAAABO0/PNJLYB2ljWE/s320/Picture_012%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364112345781979826" border="0" /&gt;"Ate, let's go upside down!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last Friday, my grade school mates and I met up after... WHOA 7 YEARS. We were a big, happy group back at 6th grade, but we stopped hanging out when we graduated. An overwhelming feeling of nostalgia hit us while we were chatting in Facebook, so four of us met up in order to plan a reunion party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEnwdEjMfI/AAAAAAAABOs/hfeMmGyuiKQ/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364112344565887474" border="0" /&gt;Yum McDonalds! Bea (@ left) is video chatting with us all the way from New Jersey. Good thing Hyde also has a built-in microphone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEnwFNFFkI/AAAAAAAABOk/1tKURrXQT_8/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364112338159212098" border="0" /&gt;Ngaaaw, here we are showing Bea our grade school graduation pictures! Joca (@center) is holding my picture (left hand) HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEnvxAk5_I/AAAAAAAABOc/QSus18-viho/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364112332738062322" border="0" /&gt;*Heart* we miss you, Bea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hung out at Joca's place yesterday, since I was dismissed early at school. She lives in Concepcion, Marikina while I live in the part of Cainta which is near Taytay, meaning we live far away from each other XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEnvtVojLI/AAAAAAAABOU/rH6Obv8vXq0/s320/Picture_024%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364112331752639666" border="0" /&gt;Me with Joca's pet poodle, France!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's an interesting fact to all Boys Over Flowers fans:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jo Carol voiced over Ha Jae Kyung's voice! Jo Carol is a talent of ABS-CBN since two years ago, when she won Hero TV's dubbing contest. Aside from BOF, she's dubbed loads of animes, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxTqqzOPyhw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxTqqzOPyhw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear her at around 02:23 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how Hyde helped me reconnect with my friends? ;_; I'm really happy. I have to thank dad again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-7134501820669189259?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7134501820669189259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=7134501820669189259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7134501820669189259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7134501820669189259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-for-giving-me-hyde.html' title='Thank you for giving me Hyde'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SnEmaZWMWhI/AAAAAAAABOM/RnDZskfbxq4/s72-c/Picture_001%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-542863346358013896</id><published>2009-07-25T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:21:04.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><title type='text'>I wish Blogger were a bit like LJ.</title><content type='html'>Many of my blog readers know that I'm a very open person, and that I have no problems sharing my life. May it be academic/financial/familial/love life - I'm willing to share even the minutest details of it. HAHA. I actually have a shallow story right now, &lt;u&gt;BUT.&lt;/u&gt; I'm not willing to share it to the cyberspace :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a catch, though!&lt;/b&gt; Since I can't keep my mouth shut, I'm going to share it with my online friends whom I trust (meaning I've known them for quite some time now :)). If you happen to be one of them, just email/chat with me at &lt;a href="mailto:%20kaslacson@yahoo.com"&gt;kaslacson@yahoo.com!&lt;/a&gt; and I'll tell you ;)) HAHAHAHA Sorry, I just feel that it's kind of wrong to spill the beans in my public blog,  but compared to Zohan and the others (...so you know it's about a guy XD), this story's, as I said, shallow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-542863346358013896?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/542863346358013896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=542863346358013896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/542863346358013896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/542863346358013896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-blogger-were-bit-like-lj.html' title='I wish Blogger were a bit like LJ.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8769667837925010395</id><published>2009-07-21T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:25:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold feet</title><content type='html'>This would be one of my typical before-I-go-to-school days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alarm rings and I wake up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hrrm?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; *still half asleep*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; ...Oh God, I haven't completed my required 8 hours of sleep... and I'm still sooooo sleepy... should I go to school or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If I don't go I'm going to miss a lot of lessons... who knows, next meeting I may not be able to understand the flow of the lecture anymore, and end up cutting more because my lack of comprehension would eat up my motivation... but then again, if I go to school... I don't think I'd get what my prof's saying, either, coz I'm still sleepy...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; *obviously biased*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... maybe it's better not to go to school... my rationale justifies it... anyway, it's just one day...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; *drifts off to sleep*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one day.&lt;br /&gt;Which accumulated to a week. And eventually to the maximum 9 days of allowed cuts XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was last school year. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, and show up"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; --- Ever since I read this quote, it kind of dawned on me that lots of people go through the same laziness as I do, but they at least do something about it. It's an eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how some quotes don't affect other people, but hit others like a smack in the head XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm freezing here. I'm at McDonalds Katipunan and decided to write an entry since I've got nothing better to do -___- Sorry for the typos. My feet are literally cold so I couldn't think straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8769667837925010395?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8769667837925010395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8769667837925010395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8769667837925010395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8769667837925010395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/07/cold-feet.html' title='Cold feet'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1263348797660572052</id><published>2009-07-17T14:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:33:42.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='net'/><title type='text'>Blast at the past (with my future son/daughter!)</title><content type='html'>I am now in too many social networking sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an account in Blogger, DeviantArt, Multiply, Facebook, Plurk, and Tumblr; the last three I only joined recently. Way too many accounts, IMO - I want to delete some of them, but I've already posted a bit of content in them, so it's hard to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;When you look through your old pictures, do you imagine yourself looking at them 25 years from now - together with your already-teenage son/daugher? I always have, but it's only now that I decided to blog about it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really want to be close to my future &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anak &lt;/span&gt; (that son/daughter in english)- I want him/her to treat me more like a friend than a mother. And that, of course, includes me sharing with him/her how I was like "during my time". I could already imagine my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anak&lt;/span&gt; giving me an amusing look while s/he's browsing through my photos and saying something like, "WTH, Ma, this picture of you is &lt;i&gt;hilarious/disgusting&lt;/i&gt;!" And I'll be all, "STFU! You've got my genes, noob!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give to you some of the pictures I'll be preserving in order to show to my future kin XD&lt;br /&gt;(OHOHOHO SORRY The pictures are limited to the ones I have in the PC D: I'll have a decent entry about this topic soon, with pictures covering a greater scope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmArjIL9QYI/AAAAAAAABMU/uRL8wpiQfTg/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359331439063941506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, anak, I didn't like posing in front of the camera. See the awkward pose. YOUR GRANDMA MADE ME DO IT T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmArjXa_iZI/AAAAAAAABMc/4PMyMoO43Ac/s320/P4253292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359331443153537426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but! In spite of that, I &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; got hounded by the Filipino paparazzi. Goodness, you don't know what it's like to stay at home, afraid to go out D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmAvhf9mbaI/AAAAAAAABMk/hLXfMVjznU8/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359335809132948898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really pretty dress at my high school's Senior's Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmAvhmNKyEI/AAAAAAAABMs/jEdTGdTngjI/s320/DSCN0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359335810808858690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up messing around with it. See awkward pose with my partner HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmAxlxV8lnI/AAAAAAAABNU/U5GNARy12nM/s320/IMGP1376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359338081541199474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all my friends were drunk out of their wits (and ended up sleeping in their puke)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmAxmMOb5yI/AAAAAAAABNc/Wlc3JiSnRCU/s320/IMGP1377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359338088757454626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was sober! HAHA! So you better not think of drinking, mister/miss! (Wait, am I sounding too moralistic here? O_O LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmA0X4zfU9I/AAAAAAAABNk/WJYmmFNzf7g/s320/nigg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359341141560873938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmAvie7-GkI/AAAAAAAABM8/mqPa4OGZXMs/s320/IMGP0891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359335826037545538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You know, I wasn't lying when I told you I was - and still am - hot. See your &lt;i&gt;ninangs&lt;/i&gt; (aunts) in the picture? I know you can barely recognize them here - they're very fat pigs now that they're at their 40's. Good thing I stayed fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmAvhylhHNI/AAAAAAAABM0/4BKx6wgqgs8/s320/IMGP0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359335814132210898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a weird generation. My cousins liked smelling each other. Look at them closely. They're making gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmAxlT4FMZI/AAAAAAAABNM/qjwVY51oBsQ/s320/IMGP1068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359338073631306130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know, I love my family to bits! We were so weird and so gay - some outsiders were actually scared at us (not joking) - but I was happy about that XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Too bad the pictures covered only a minuscule part of my life, but I'll definitely be looking for older pictures! This post was fun to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... there's another picture here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmAvirM2xyI/AAAAAAAABNE/xT9-JovkcOs/s320/IMGP0980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359335829329594146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That part where I was sober? I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1263348797660572052?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1263348797660572052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1263348797660572052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1263348797660572052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1263348797660572052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast-at-past-with-my-future.html' title='Blast at the past (with my future son/daughter!)'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SmArjIL9QYI/AAAAAAAABMU/uRL8wpiQfTg/s72-c/IMG_0802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8419319369666130676</id><published>2009-07-13T19:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:24:17.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Crossing borders makes you smarter. Fact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/Slsk-qIiXkI/AAAAAAAABMM/dq0szShR1C4/s320/IMGP0243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357916840567922242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I read somewhere that trying out new experiences stimulates the brain, therefore making one smarter. Since then I've been facing my fears and trying things which I normally wouldn't do. I have embarrassed myself a couple of times, and others I just found so nerve wracking that I thought I was shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enumerate some of the prominent things I've done just over the course of the last four weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Applying for the Ateneo Dance Troupe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You know, this is something the sane Kring wouldn't do. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;EVER!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I've actually had an interest in dancing for a long time though, but it was only last year that I got to acknowledge that dancing is something I actually enjoy doing. So I applied for CADS (Company of Ateneo Dancers), and man, &lt;u&gt;I SUCKED HARD&lt;/u&gt; during the auditions! &lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/RD.gif" alt="FAIL PLZ" border="0" /&gt; They made us practice a dance for 2 hours, and I was so &lt;i&gt;todo-bigay&lt;/i&gt; that by the end of the practice (and the beginning of the judging), I was so worn out that I couldn't move a single muscle -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the judging room... this has got to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life so far. I just stood in front of the panel, and since I was so drained of energy, my mind went completely blank. &lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/8b7trig.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Needless to say, I didn't bother knowing whether or not I passed the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's actually surprising 'coz I still feel satisfied. After all, I got to experience the auditions, and the experience was actually the primary if not the only thing I was after. So meh, I lost nothing - except the hundred bucks I paid as the application fee, that is. &lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/6g3olep.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Applying for Ateneo's literary organ.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my strength lies in writing, but not having joined an org for about three years still makes the prospect of being interviewed nerve wracking. Plus, we're talking about the Ateneo here - I know from experience that you couldn't get away with just pleasing and making &lt;i&gt;bola&lt;/i&gt; to the profs/interviewers, so I had to prepare myself in more ways than one. Oh, and this actually happened just a while ago. I hope I pass. &lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/54np6yu.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Being shameless &lt;i&gt;(makapal ang mukha).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been shameless for a long time now, so much that I fear I may appear to be an attention-seeker. But to hell I'm not! Being shameless actually runs in the Lacson family, hahahaha - no, seriously T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being shameless takes you a long way in life. If you aren't brazen then you wouldn't get what you want! You only live once, so better achieve what you want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight to the point: I asked for my crush's number. As in, "Hey, can I get your number?" &lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/6gnkye9.gif" alt="EPIC WIN PLZ" border="0" /&gt; WAHAHAHAHAHA. Apir? Apiiiiir! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So it makes me proud of myself that I'm actually crossing my limits. Hell, who would've thought that stepping out of one's comfort zone is actually... fulfilling? Not only that, in doing so, we get to be smarter, too! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; What the hell was I thinking when I decided to put those cute kitty-cat emoticons -___- I'm actually being corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;That&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (points to the last kitty-cat smiley) wasn't my expression while I was asking for my crush's number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8419319369666130676?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8419319369666130676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8419319369666130676&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8419319369666130676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8419319369666130676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/07/crossing-borders-makes-you-smarter-fact.html' title='Crossing borders makes you smarter. Fact.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/Slsk-qIiXkI/AAAAAAAABMM/dq0szShR1C4/s72-c/IMGP0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1817280960101956619</id><published>2009-07-05T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:40:57.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushcrushcrush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Books before boys...chronologically.</title><content type='html'>I feel like my brain's slowly becoming ooze. It always happens when I haven't &lt;s&gt;read&lt;/s&gt; finished any fiction novel for the past two months. So imagine me hungering for a good read. I look like a scavenger when I enter bookstores, actually. A month more of this would definitely upset my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/toptenhaunted/THE-EXORCIST.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hehe. No actual significance, I just wanted to put this in. HAHAHA RANDOM XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way! &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have a new crush!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (HAHAHA, I know! My blogging peers wouldn't be so &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt; about this news as they were &lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/09/mushy-and-gooey-love-investigation.html" target="_blank"&gt;when I first blogged about having a crush&lt;/a&gt;. I keep changing!) I know I change crushes per sem - I can't help it, I'm 18! My hormones are raging! Hahaha! &lt;i&gt;Basta&lt;/i&gt; he looks like &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uywe6vMAtms/SSTDzGG2QqI/AAAAAAAABG8/NrZw7DgrzSQ/s400/Brent-Javier.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Brent Javier&lt;/a&gt;, only cuter (as in, more baby-like features) and more attainable. NYAHAHAHA (Wait, what? I'm actually expecting something to happen? xP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I keep crushing on &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt; guys. Not the tall, dark/mestizo, and handsome ones - but ones who look like, uh, kids? But with mature features? &lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/09/mushy-and-gooey-love-investigation.html"&gt;Zohan&lt;/a&gt; was one whom I mentioned profusely in this blog - even talked about him in parts - but other than him, there is Eric Salamat, a part of the AdMU Basketball team (meh, can't find a decent picture. Search him in Google if you want :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pictures. One of my closest buddies, Joan del Monte, celebrated her 19th last June 15. Yeah - more than a month ago (I'm slowly beginning to realize how much I'm ignoring this blog...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/5/photos/97/500x500/4/IMGP3138.JPG?et=rh%2B1z4OYn3jk3i%2CxJHU%2CDQ&amp;amp;nmid=258583251" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cake I bought for Joan! But wait, why are there two 19's? See the video to find out! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/97/500x500/7/IMGP3141.JPG?et=MN2qQvlXUGSb7lo2AUx0lQ&amp;amp;nmid=258583251" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joan with us. I'm wearing the white Joker shirt! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a video of the celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HceFakn8gsc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HceFakn8gsc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There!&lt;/i&gt; I hope I updated enough!&lt;br /&gt;And the vlog... -_- Oh my goodness, I have to put that aside for the moment. I actually have to do more important videos for my Com124 class (that is, Basic Video and TV Production).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since I'm in a playful mood, I want to add a bit of trivia about myself! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd like to call myself an artist, but if you put me in line with other artists, I would most probably be the noob-est of them all. I'm freaking serious! I have crappy performance with my artwork of choice (that is, Japanese-style illustrations), but I'm pretty good at doodling and coloring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I'm happy with what I've written! My brain is less oozy now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1817280960101956619?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1817280960101956619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1817280960101956619&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1817280960101956619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1817280960101956619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/07/books-before-boyschronologically.html' title='Books before boys...chronologically.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-295762984066214327</id><published>2009-06-16T13:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:08:42.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AdMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Joan's Enyclopedia</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-LOj-aHMag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-LOj-aHMag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have no new vlogs to offer (because 1. I still don't have the balls nor the eggs to eat balut, and 2. The video shot in Hong Kong just FREAKING DISAPPEARED IN THIN AIR), let this entertain you for the meantime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have just begun, and I'm pretty happy with my schedule. My MWF classes end at 11:30; TTh, 1:30. Should be good but I have Saturday classes, too -______- Although I only have NSTP every Sat and it ends at 12 noon. Very nice - no, my dream schedule, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait.&lt;br /&gt;Of course in life, good things always come with a catch.&lt;br /&gt;So what's the catch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY ALLOWANCE HAS DECREASED BY 50%!!!!!!!!!!! @____________@&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum only gives me P100 a day since my schedule permits me to go home early and have my lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;(*Continues screaming AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-295762984066214327?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/295762984066214327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=295762984066214327&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/295762984066214327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/295762984066214327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/06/joans-enyclopedia.html' title='Joan&apos;s Enyclopedia'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6151448807884612943</id><published>2009-05-28T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:44:09.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><title type='text'>VLog Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where the hell is your vlog?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, my brothers and I already have the concept since last week; it's just that I don't have the balls to do it D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spoiler* We're going to eat &lt;i&gt;balut&lt;/i&gt; for the episode. We bought some last week; I was in my game mode, but to my relief(?)/disappointment(?) our maid ate the &lt;i&gt;balut&lt;/i&gt;. She then called me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate Vangie:&lt;/b&gt; Kring, halika dito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kring:&lt;/b&gt; *Sigh* What now -_- *goes to kitchen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;V:&lt;/b&gt;  *While eating the balut* Tingnan mo yung nasa loob ng balut, oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And there I saw the little dead duck in all its glory. The... eye section... was humongous, the beak was well-formed, the body was... large... GAH! Seeing that I would eat such a thing, I lost all the courage I had been gathering since we decided to have &lt;i&gt;balut&lt;/i&gt; as a subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear to the high heavens that we will do it. The Vlog will be released next week, tops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6151448807884612943?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6151448807884612943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6151448807884612943&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6151448807884612943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6151448807884612943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/05/vlog-q.html' title='VLog Q&amp;A'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1790362074148678780</id><published>2009-05-20T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:10:12.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>My brain went on a vacation</title><content type='html'>My brain cells are. &lt;b&gt;Seriously.&lt;/b&gt; Dying.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it whenever I'm playing Persona 4, or when I'm surfing the net, or when I'm doing summer-related stuff (read: read, eat, sleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My temple's throbbing as my brain's been idle for too long. The back of my head's aching because its inside is empty, when before it wasn't. I feel that my cognitive abilities are hibernating (or died, which is worse). I can't see typos in this post when I feel that there are typos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now, I feel that the inside of my head has nothing but a swirling mass of gas. I must play Sudoku now. And solve some word problems. Must sharpen my skills and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1790362074148678780?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1790362074148678780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1790362074148678780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1790362074148678780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1790362074148678780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-brain-went-on-vacation.html' title='My brain went on a vacation'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-489617398478601169</id><published>2009-05-15T23:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:17:56.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Prescript</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to have &lt;b&gt;"Postscript"&lt;/b&gt; as my title, but the definition of the word, according to Encarta 2006, is &lt;i&gt;"a short message added onto the end of a letter, after the signature"&lt;/i&gt;, and given that I have nothing else to say besides this, I decided to change it to &lt;b&gt;"Prescript"&lt;/b&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see that I'm not making sense in doing this, since 1. I just invented the definition of that word (it means &lt;i&gt;"a rule or regulation that has been laid down"&lt;/i&gt;, while I define it as the exact opposite of postscript), and 2. I have no other message besides this, so there's no point of it being a &lt;b&gt;"pre-"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those first two paragraphs were total gibberish, just like the state my head is in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Script.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge chunk of you doesn't care; actually, you started being indifferent since who-knows-when. But tonight, you decided to look at old pictures; you recall the emotions in them. You find yourself in but a shallow nostalgia, and yet, despite this, your feelings come crashing down on you like a pregnant hippo. Suddenly, you want nothing more in the world than the person in the picture - the one who brought you such emotions, even though he or she is an ass - a total pain in ways words couldn't capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, you see that the quickest solution is to just go to sleep. Such remedy has never betrayed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I already have a concept for my next vlog, although I haven't told my brothers about it yet. Just wait for it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-489617398478601169?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/489617398478601169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=489617398478601169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/489617398478601169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/489617398478601169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/05/prescript.html' title='Prescript'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6460636275984883268</id><published>2009-05-08T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:20:02.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushcrushcrush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Fixations</title><content type='html'>I'm freak-disappointed right now. Want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get my favorite character in Persona 4 - that is, Naoto Shirogane - as my protagonist's GF. &lt;b&gt;WHAT'S UP WITH THAT! T_____T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Naoto's... so cute -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w235/VulNin/blogpics/Naoto.jpg" alt="Naoto!♥" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...And yes, believe it or not, Naoto's a girl (although she pretended to be a guy until the plot of the story revealed otherwise. HIHI SPOILER SORRY)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so disappounted!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHY DIDN'T I GET HER. WHYYYY D: /wrist red&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as you can see, I'm terribly saddened by this. I even considered making a new account (WHADDUP WITH THAT), but seeing that I've come a long way in the story (65+ hours of game play FTW) gave me an understanding about moving on and forgetting what has happened. HAHAHA. Life lesson? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally got my car, Kiko, back! &lt;i&gt;FI.NAL.LY.&lt;/i&gt; It took forever to get mum's car fixed (her car got hit by a 10-wheeler last March, so she's been using Kiko since). But now that I've got it, I don't think I'll be using it. Coz, you know, gotta have my fix of Persona 4. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLY HELL, MY LIFE IS BEING CONTROLLED BY A VIDEO GAME. SPARE MEEEEEE -__-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6460636275984883268?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6460636275984883268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6460636275984883268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6460636275984883268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6460636275984883268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/05/fixations.html' title='Fixations'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w235/VulNin/blogpics/th_Naoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2771557775656996549</id><published>2009-05-06T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:14:18.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><title type='text'>Breast Enhancement + Persona 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9If7UwGU2aw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9If7UwGU2aw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kring's Vlog episode 2: Breast Enhancement&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some Japanese guy made a ring tone which was clinically proven to make one's boob size bigger. Kring tries searching for the tone on the net &lt;s&gt;and hopefully download it HEH KIDDING&lt;/s&gt;, but unfortunately, her efforts yielded no results. Not too affected, she decides to go on with her life, but her brothers are being, uh... overly supportive about the breast enlargement thing -_-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the bad acting, the bad hosting, the bad lighting, and the hint of laughter you hear from the camera man. Just watch it if you're curious about what this breast enhancement thing is. Mind you, I had to do a bit of research for this video :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that downloading the video takes a pretty short time! I'm even happier that my brothers and I had a blast making this. They slept &lt;i&gt;waaaaay&lt;/i&gt; way past their bed times just so we could finish the whole thing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can see that I'm still in serious need of a hobby. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://aidanmoher.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/persona-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HOOKED. PERSONA 4 IS THE BEST GAME EVERRR. Well yeah I'm exaggerating on that part, but really, this is a game I recommend to all RPG lovers! The cut scenes are extremely HILARIOUS, and the game play is just... dammit, it'll knock your socks off. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool thing about this RPG: the main character hates Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SgGFqJoOkiI/AAAAAAAABME/W0Y7NHjDb6g/s1600-h/Persona_4___Twilight_by_UltimaWeapon5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SgGFqJoOkiI/AAAAAAAABME/W0Y7NHjDb6g/s320/Persona_4___Twilight_by_UltimaWeapon5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332690392969024034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*by UltimaWeapon5 (DevArt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, that &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; part of the game XD&lt;br /&gt;So I, Kring, have cut off my social life since last week, since I'm busy maxing out the social links of my character. HAHAHA isn't it ironic? Nah. When classes start I wouldn't be able to play anymore, so better make use of the rainy summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But honestly, this is the weirdest summer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2771557775656996549?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2771557775656996549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2771557775656996549&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2771557775656996549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2771557775656996549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/05/breast-enhancement-persona-4.html' title='Breast Enhancement + Persona 4'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SgGFqJoOkiI/AAAAAAAABME/W0Y7NHjDb6g/s72-c/Persona_4___Twilight_by_UltimaWeapon5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2280157274749364337</id><published>2009-05-01T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:05:15.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>A Night With Kring</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUIwc-eNit4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUIwc-eNit4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAH! Yes, out of sheer boredom, I made a video of myself blabbering about some stuff and answering some questions (e.g. How's life? How's your love life?). I tried to make my answers as, uh, animated as possible :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENJOY WATCHING IT. I COMMAND YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my eyes have been glued to the TV screen since about three days ago, since I'm playing this über-coolio game entitled &lt;a href="http://www.atlus.com/persona4/"&gt;Persona 4&lt;/a&gt;. The gameplay is kinda like The Sims, only that there is a plot, and you're controlling only one character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really addicitive game! The graphics are very anime-ish (well, Japan did make it), although the rating given to the game is M (Mature) since it tackles on hidden desires (uh, homosexuality or kinkiness, anyone?). The characters also give out some very colorful language. But if you're above 17 - or heck, 16 - you'd understand those things anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaay, I'm thinking about making a video blog once per week. Yes, you can see that I'm in dire need of a hobby XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2280157274749364337?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2280157274749364337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2280157274749364337&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2280157274749364337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2280157274749364337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-with-kring.html' title='A Night With Kring'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5134077073274028558</id><published>2009-04-26T14:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:26:45.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo shoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Kiko Machine + Voids</title><content type='html'>I was at &lt;a href="http://ashleiy.multiply.com/"&gt;Ashleiy's&lt;/a&gt; place yesterday when she, out of the blue, invited me to do a photo shoot. I was a bit hesitant at first (since I was clueless on how to pose haha /fail. And aside from that, I was worried about the verbal harassment we'd be getting HAHA. Those male passers-by who would inject sleazy remarks at you? &lt;i&gt;That.&lt;/i&gt; That's one of my biggest pet peeves.) But eventually my go-getter attitude gave in, and voila - instant photo shoot in the middle of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 369px; height: 491px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/P4253466.jpg" alt="Hello XD" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting ready for the pictorial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 521px; height: 391px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/P4253487.jpg" alt="Ash" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashleiy's preparing herself!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 521px; height: 390px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/P4253333.jpg" alt="Kring" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm preparing myself, too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/ashes.jpg" alt="Ash" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile, Ashleiy :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/kring4.jpg" alt="Kring" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile, Kring...? LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/P4253318-3.jpg" alt="Niggahs" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Niggahs with Kiko, my car :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whew! We were sweating by the time we finished. I think we have over 500(!) pictures of our photo shoot, but we chose to edit the best ones :) If you want to see the other sets of pictures, you could view them &lt;a href="http://imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/photos/album/84/The_Kiko_Machine_Photoshoot"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling something quite unique right now.&lt;br /&gt;Unique as I've never felt this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think as I write.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that you are attached to someone - be it a lover or a friend. You two share a bond, and you feel that you are special to (or are being given special attention by) this person, but even though that's the case, you feel so... hollow. You don't feel totally empty, though, but you know that there's a void in you &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;for&lt;/u&gt; this person, and for this person only.&lt;/i&gt; Maybe it's because you don't trust him or her (I'm coming to a realization as I write) - maybe it's because you are suspicious of his or her motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be because you don't know that person well, and you're fooling yourself into thinking that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wow. I'm right again. You're such a genius, Kring. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5134077073274028558?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5134077073274028558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5134077073274028558&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5134077073274028558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5134077073274028558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiko-machine-voids.html' title='Kiko Machine + Voids'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8312784422489692285</id><published>2009-04-23T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:15:10.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>A hostile welcome</title><content type='html'>It's funny how some people welcome viewers at their home page. For instance, one welcome message might read, &lt;b&gt;"Hi. This is my blog/site, I can put whatever I want here. If you don't like what you see, then back off, hypocrite."&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHA. I always come across messages such as these, and my thoughts are always the same: &lt;i&gt;"Wow, what a very friendly note XD"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows how some people expect the worst out of other people. In the example above, the owner of the site displays knowledge that some might not agree with his/her ideas - which is completely fine, as all of us differ in opinions - but he/she also assumes that he/she will be judged quickly because of it, thus giving off a warning. Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes,&lt;/span&gt; maybe you'll be judged for what you put up at your site - but don't you think that such a welcome message puts you in a worse light? With the strict tone, the negative stance, and the hostile approach, how can you not be thought of as a pessimist or, worse, a bitch (regardless of your gender)? Such a message might even turn people off and wouldn't make them bother checking your site out - and despite not seeing the contents of your web page, they would have already formed an ugly image of you in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to write about this for quite some time now. I don't have anything against people who do this, I promise - I'd just like to voice out how I, as a normal person, find such messages as an antithesis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8312784422489692285?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8312784422489692285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8312784422489692285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8312784422489692285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8312784422489692285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/04/hostile-welcome.html' title='A hostile welcome'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5607246740097495997</id><published>2009-04-21T00:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:03:30.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>The huge photo gallery (and a bit of the weather)</title><content type='html'>I've become dependent on my eye cover; I can't sleep when I'm not wearing it :| &lt;i&gt;This is a very bad habit.&lt;/i&gt; It's like drugs OMG -_- &lt;b&gt;I must overcome it!&lt;/b&gt; Or else I won't get a wink of sleep if I lose it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18th year is my best year, so far (although the thought that I'm no longer 17 &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;bugs me. Oo, exagge.). I've never lived my life as fully as I have now :D I have to say that &lt;a href="http://imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/photos/album/73/Billions_and_billions_served#50"&gt;Kiko&lt;/a&gt; greatly contributed to this, and kudos, too, to my ever-persistent friends, who would pressure me into joining them wherever XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18th year, so far, consists of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/9/photos/57/500x500/45/IMGP0960.JPG?et=i1w4i0hY%2Cuf8I8uH9J0r6w&amp;amp;nmid=188587379" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 31-February 1, 2009: Celebrating my birthday with my clique, Kada Siete. &lt;/b&gt;This is one of my life's milestones, as the celebration was realllllyyyyy fun and brought my friends and I together :D Honestly, it was the best party I had ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/5/photos/58/500x500/46/IMGP1067.JPG?et=FOMUaSyAvvvRP8oxRxqogw&amp;amp;nmid=188623483" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Of course, &lt;b&gt;celebrating my 18th with my eccentric family&lt;/b&gt; XD I feel a bit bad, though, as I slept my whole birthday away (since I didn't sleep throughout the celebration I had with my friends). I was still very drowsy when this picture was taken, having just woken up :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/61/500x500/46/IMGP1220.JPG?et=xo%2CwasjgEVldYdZ6aA4%2CNg&amp;amp;nmid=194455323" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karaoke nights&lt;/b&gt; with my friends, which consisted of laughs and of drama (drama = walk-out moments. LMAO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/10/photos/66/500x500/20/IMGP1376.JPG?et=t%2BfeuD%2BPmI8LWR1o%2BfDYIA&amp;amp;nmid=200250165" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watching other people get drunk.&lt;/b&gt; It was terrible D: I was sober the whole time, and watching my buddies getting all scandalous was, well, scandalous. But, heh - I have unknowingly instilled fear in my friends HAHAHA. Now they don't drink whenever I'm around, as they're afraid of a lashing from Ate Kring. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/5/photos/67/500x500/15/IMGP1452.JPG?et=0OJ1jvXJMB4zaqr%2B0cxCRA&amp;amp;nmid=207698165" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trying out thongs.&lt;/b&gt; My close buddy, Ashleiy, gave me a ton of thongs as a birthday gift -_-V And I haven't worn them yet, but someday, I surely will HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/8/photos/70/500x500/1/IMGP1546.JPG?et=4sQ8epiLsCYCXE%2CPw8CoWA&amp;amp;nmid=213146251" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riding tribikes around subdivisions.&lt;/b&gt; Call me a loser, but I don't know how to ride a bike. So tribikes are perfect for someone like me, who wants to work out and sweat AMAP (as much as possible). Obvious info: tribikes are more beneficial when your passenger is a heavyweight. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/73/500x500/7/IMGP1772.JPG?et=pX3Jaq3wf8NR5oAZnnln0Q&amp;amp;nmid=215933893" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random moments.&lt;/b&gt; My friends are very, very spontaneous; it can sometimes be startling how they manage to be in a random place even when they're academically busy. This is a picture of us in (duh) McDonalds: I was in the car when they suddenly messaged me to go here. Since I can't get enough of my peers, I tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/72/500x500/74/IMGP1748.JPG?et=E8yOzz6XRox7zIVUSoJKJQ&amp;amp;nmid=215181045" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trying out new things. And new food.&lt;/b&gt; I'm very adventurous when it comes to food, but I do have limitations (don't give me super-exotic things like lizard or cockroach - I think that's so gross, it's inedible). I like food most (young) people don't even want to taste. In this picture, I tried out dugo (dried pork's blood), and eugh - as much as a foodie I am, I didn't like it :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/6/photos/69/500x500/34/IMGP1535.JPG?et=bG04LR56VpYfn4goR0Q31w&amp;amp;nmid=212753767" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Having new friends - and introducing them to old ones.&lt;/b&gt; It's great how you can make the world a smaller and livelier place by making people interconnected. It's even better when you see your friends, old and new, click, and become buddies in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/75/500x500/29/IMGP1982.JPG?et=CJcxTORYMFBHRSqs720suQ&amp;amp;nmid=223168659" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bonding with people you barely know.&lt;/b&gt; This is equivalent to stepping out of my comfort zone - I, an outsider, being with a huge, close group. LOL. But it really is fun as I met lots of new people, as well as got closer to the ones I already knew.&lt;i&gt; Reader, if the opportunity comes that you are invited to a similar situation, don't refuse. &lt;/i&gt;It's a unique and surprising experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/4/photos/75/500x500/27/IMGP1980.JPG?et=5GtYFL62quckVIogojHlhQ&amp;amp;nmid=223168659" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Befriending people you never thought you'd befriend.&lt;/b&gt; And hitting it off with them, no less. Eddy and I had no more of those awkward formalities - we were demon friends the instant we got the chance to bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/77/500x500/19/IMGP2183.JPG?et=LY%2BYdladnlrj2ggs%2CYwFPw&amp;amp;nmid=226384433" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Impromptu bonding.&lt;/b&gt; What are the chances that you'd approve of going to Eastwood at 7:30 PM when you were invited only at 6:00 PM? LOL. My friends and I did just that when James invited us, although we were an hour and a half late. I think James was starving by the time we arrived XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.shangd.multiply.com/image/3/photos/109/500x500/58/DSCN2367.JPG?et=TnWrMAQelw1Vw4DCB75OBQ&amp;amp;nmid=223957619" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swimming the heat away.&lt;/b&gt; What's summer when there's no swimming? My friends and I went to the nearest pool and took a dip (and exercised HAHA FTW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually not into swimming, since my vanity can get the best of me (I don't want to get tanned). But what the hell - I'll go take a dip this summer, as long as it's not in the middle of the day. &lt;i&gt;LOL, arte noh? Nakakainis. &lt;/i&gt;(BTW, I'm not wearing colored contact lenses. My eyes are kinda blue in the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/78/500x500/3/IMGP2195.JPG?et=L5YBJZ201j3%2CouPLEhR38w&amp;amp;nmid=226731631" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seeing friends after months of not seeing them.&lt;/b&gt; Updates, anyone? It was good hearing from my friends after 2 full months of failed attempts to see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/4/photos/79/500x500/8/IMGP2256.JPG?et=RCPYyl3fc9rU1TvLNwrbhQ&amp;amp;nmid=229857095" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helping people and animals - all at the same time.&lt;/b&gt; My pet bulldog, Brosia, gave birth to 8 puppies (one of which died because it was abnormal. Abnormal: CYCLOPS. Not kidding). She was taken to my relatives' place, where the helper, Ate Jen, took care of her. Of course, taking care of 7 puppies is no easy task: for the sake of keeping an eye on them, Ate Jen had sleepless nights. And yes, I took her place, helped her out, and had fun in the process. Puppies are so cute -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/80/500x500/6/IMGP2288.JPG?et=K81PKWwCojLjAgwS0JLfew&amp;amp;nmid=231348625" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rekindling friendships.&lt;/b&gt; I grew apart with my high school best friend, Dian (left), because of some unresolved issues. But time heals all wounds - and now I'm open to making her my best friend again. I missed her company very much :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/16/photos/80/500x500/19/IMGP2302.JPG?et=Y3ecQ9ZBMYRxwCauaXBdcg&amp;amp;nmid=231348625" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting pwned.&lt;/b&gt; I had been pwned many times, but being rejected of a US visa takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/81/500x500/29/IMGP2378.JPG?et=d8ttIRpjLY81tD7rvTxu2A&amp;amp;nmid=232147649" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exercising at night.&lt;/b&gt; Surprisingly, even the nights are incredibly hot these days. We took that as a sign and played badminton at around 7:30 PM. It was sooooo fun! I sweated buckets and felt good! We must have more of these :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/8/photos/83/500x500/13/IMGP2404.JPG?et=ZXD3I4jUDEGGcgpIiNh03A&amp;amp;nmid=233201507" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celebrating birthdays.&lt;/b&gt; It can be quite amusing, celebrating birthdays with a small group. You don't get easily distracted, plus there's lots of time for stories and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy here celebrated his 19th birthday last Monday at Greenhills. Notice how he's surrounded by girls :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I'm very irritated with the weather.&lt;b&gt; OH MY GOODLINESS, WHY IS IT RAINING IN APRIL?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man-made calendar says it's April. Of course, &lt;i&gt;man-made things are wrong most of the time;&lt;/i&gt; and the passage of time, as dictated by people, &lt;i&gt;can be very inaccurate.&lt;/i&gt; So the biological calendar (the natural one, that of the earth) says otherwise - speaks the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how in February it became ridiculously hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Man-made calendar&lt;/b&gt; says it's &lt;i&gt;February.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biological calendar&lt;/b&gt; says, what the hell, in man-made terms, it's actually &lt;i&gt;April.&lt;/i&gt; (It was, after all, freaking hot at this period in time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning that &lt;u&gt;there is a one-and-a-half to two-month gap in between the two timetables&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that, in man-made time, it's &lt;i&gt;April&lt;/i&gt;, in biological terms, it's actually &lt;i&gt;June&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;June, the rainy season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy ef, I'm convinced that I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5607246740097495997?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5607246740097495997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5607246740097495997&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5607246740097495997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5607246740097495997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/04/huge-photo-gallery-and-bit-of-weather.html' title='The huge photo gallery (and a bit of the weather)'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-3922295152472755141</id><published>2009-04-16T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:04:09.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lakad'/><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>Just now one of my high school friends, &lt;a href="http://louisaa.multiply.com/"&gt;Louisa&lt;/a&gt;, commented on my &lt;a href="http://imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/guestbook"&gt;guest book&lt;/a&gt;, saying "You are sooo cute, Kring! St. Scho'ng St. Scho pa rin! I miss you! =D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flattered; it means that my anti-aging regimen is working HAHAHA. I still look - and act - like a high school kid! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing anything extravagant to look young, really. I just wash my face twice a day, then put on my EBP (I don't know what it stands for) solution and cream, which was given to me by my dermatologist AS MY DAD'S VERY BAD SKIN IS, UNFORTUNATELY, PART OF MY DNA. Aside from that, I put on Celeteque (water-based moisturizer for oily skin) when I'm indoors, and L'Oreal SPF 50 sunscreen when I'm out and about. It may sound complicated - too much of a hassle - but it isn't at all. It takes less than 5 minutes to put all these solutions in my face. Lol XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I have been denied of a US Visa. Yes, denied. The picture I have in my head of those who have been denied are people who are in their mid lives. Teenagers - no. Young people, I believe, are brilliant, thus are capable of going anywhere they wish. And I, Krizelle Anne Sy Lacson, have been refused of a visa at 18. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's a girl (who has been rejected of going to the States) got to do, when her summer plans have been crushed to infinitesimal pieces?&lt;br /&gt;Go out with her friends, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/16/photos/80/500x500/19/IMGP2302.JPG?et=Y3ecQ9ZBMYRxwCauaXBdcg&amp;amp;nmid=231348625" alt="" border="0" /&gt;A message to Mr. White-effing-consul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/80/500x500/23/IMGP2307.JPG?et=DxqtG5%2BhbFUgJULqhI5i4w&amp;amp;nmid=231348625" alt="" border="0" /&gt;(L-R) Ame, Joan, Kring, Jenny @ Greenwich, RP Metroeast. They bought Pearl Coolers, and Jenny left after doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/80/500x500/27/IMGP2311.JPG?et=lWG%2CYN9amjCf2vit54SM5w&amp;amp;nmid=231348625" alt="" border="0" /&gt;(Clockwise from left) Emman, Dian, Ame, Kring, Joan at Tokyo Tokyo for dinner. I'm the only person at the table who isn't romantically-involved with anyone in the picture. Thus, I felt unloved and out of place at the time this was taken. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/80/500x500/38/IMGP2325.JPG?et=F16cwWqKt%2BqvAdXG9CA7vQ&amp;amp;nmid=231348625" alt="" border="0" /&gt;(L,R) Ame, Doris, Kring, Joan tribiking @ Vermont Park after having our dinner. I pedaled for a while, and I have to say that it was a bit of a challenge, since three heavy-weight people were with me at the tribike. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, all my plans for the US have been erased completely. Now I'm at a loss XD I'm not sure how I can be boredom-free this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Maybe this world is another planet's hell.&lt;br /&gt;-Aldous Huxley &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A thought stuck in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if hell is real. By real, I mean it is the place where fallen angels stay; where the souls of the unfaithful are placed for all eternity (dang, 'eternity' is a very scary thought). Where the surroundings are engulfed in flames, and everyone's head is stuck in mud. Where devils lash out at souls, and food is prepared only for the Devil himself. I wonder if hell really is as described by people, or by the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would God put His creations in such a filthy place? After all, the physical life we live here on earth is nothing, not even a margin, of the life that has really been given to us. And yes, I don't think God would judge our actions based on this minute margin of time we are spending on this physical plane. In fact, I don't think He has the Heart to put us in a so-called 'hell' for all of eternity. He is so much kinder than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I think: when we die, and we don't fulfill what God wants us to fulfill, He sends us back to earth - reincarnate us, for short. Then we do what we have to do. If, again, we don't carry out His will, reincarnation starts again - it's an ongoing process until we complete our 'mission', and then we can go to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if there is such a place as Hell, then it would be Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Earth is hell itself. After all, it's freaking hot in here, and there are lots of corrupted souls occupying this realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-3922295152472755141?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3922295152472755141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=3922295152472755141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3922295152472755141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3922295152472755141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/04/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-7201502447475646621</id><published>2009-04-12T10:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:17:06.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>So far, doing great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SeFNbURfOGI/AAAAAAAABJU/vWr5xcNYaoM/s320/flight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323621366222501986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Flight or Fight by ~KrinGALING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where have all my philosophical thoughts gone? LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this summer's going really well; it's different from my previous summers. I can honestly say that I'm not having a dull moment right now, yay :3 But all my summer plans - where have they gone? Why haven't they taken effect? Here's my summer check list, which I made two posts ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Swimming (again!) with BFFs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Clique April's birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Swimming with Ashleiy!&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Hangout at Ashleiy's crib&lt;br /&gt;[x] James' (yup, that guy up there!) birthday celebration &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;! (With the BFFs this time *u*)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Hangout at my crib with HS/college friends Rai and Jil&lt;br /&gt;[x] LOTS AND LOTS OF JOGGING&lt;br /&gt;[  ] LOTS AND LOTS OF DRIVING MOMENTS WITH KIKO, MY CAR&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;[  ] New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 out of 10 accomplished! I must complete everything before doing the last two. And apparently, I'm going to go to NY first, then when I get home, my family and I will head straight to HK (whew!). I'm thrilled that I'll be doing so much traveling this summer! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my pet bulldog, Brosia, has just become a mother... to 7 pups! WOW. Normally bulldogs only conceive 4 pups, so this one's great news for the Lacson clan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 320px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/4/photos/79/500x500/4/IMGP2251.JPG?et=qwEJMtSToX796O8Kik5QPg&amp;amp;nmid=229857095" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 412px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/79/500x500/9/IMGP2257.JPG?et=kb9lpkuYTZjcs3%2C%2C%2Bwa2QA&amp;amp;nmid=229857095" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adorable, no? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only con I find here is that my freedom has been taken away from me D: Since I'm the owner, my relatives leave to me the responsibility of taking care of the pups, feeding them every 2 hours, etc. BUT I HAVE TO DO LOTS OF THINGS BEFORE GOING TO NY YO D: I want to get out and have fun! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be having my interview with the US Embassy on the 14th. Pray for me, guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-7201502447475646621?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7201502447475646621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=7201502447475646621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7201502447475646621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7201502447475646621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-far-doing-great.html' title='So far, doing great!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SeFNbURfOGI/AAAAAAAABJU/vWr5xcNYaoM/s72-c/flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5056679205730129683</id><published>2009-04-01T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:17:43.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lakad'/><title type='text'>Summer, thank you for saving my life</title><content type='html'>I'm extremely saddened.&lt;br /&gt;Because.&lt;br /&gt;The two Davids are coming here - just when I'm about to go to their country.&lt;br /&gt;We aren't fated to meet one another :( Or maybe not YET - since maybe both of them aren't ready for a relationship yet (or are having a relationship with one another.......... O_O *knocks on wood*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BUT I'M REALLY UPSET!&lt;/span&gt; I WANT TO WATCH THEM! HELL, AI 7 is the only AI season I've ever watched, so of course I give them much more love than I do to finalists of other seasons. HUHUHU WHYYYYY D: /wrist red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, summer has just officially started for me. I did a couple of academic-related things even a week after my classes ended, just so I could pull my grades up. BUT WAIT LET'S NOT MENTION THAT ANYMORE, SHALL WE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week in pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 25, 2009:&lt;/span&gt; Last day of classes. Our literature exam was crap, but thankfully I managed to get a B.&lt;br /&gt;Had a picture taken with my block, TR (TrueRuv)! We're incomplete here, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/5/photos/75/400x400/1/IMGP1953.JPG?et=kPGIZwL6F6g%2BEEvHKEYw5Q&amp;amp;nmid=223168659" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SM Megamall with my block in Fil after, to celebrate our classmates' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy celebration indeed. Happy birthday, James and Charlie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast and felt comfortable even though I was a stray cat (since they were all block mates, except for me :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/75/400x400/29/IMGP1982.JPG?et=yWlQKAmeMHKr5NNLV%2B8Egg&amp;amp;nmid=223168659" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Charlie, left; James, right. I gave 'em those big Toblerones! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/4/photos/75/400x400/27/IMGP1980.JPG?et=wWJ3GZM1cCDQtqH6%2BjdiKA&amp;amp;nmid=223168659" alt="" border="0" /&gt;My date for the day, Eddy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/4/photos/75/400x400/37/IMGP1990.JPG?et=o2JL55%2CGpxExKPs32uHomA&amp;amp;nmid=223168659" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Thanks, Block Q! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 27, 2009:&lt;/span&gt; Went to East Ortigas Mansions with my Best Faggit Friends (BFFs) to take a dip at the big pool! It was so hot that we just had to take a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/76/400x400/9/IMGP2102.JPG?et=s45X%2B891UeUzOhpIqCGWOg&amp;amp;nmid=223953559" alt="" border="0" /&gt;BFFs Joan, Ame, and Shan. I'm the one wearing the two-piece :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/76/400x400/14/IMGP2108.JPG?et=MFClOQVJN3dEPCMZ1er1TQ&amp;amp;nmid=223953559" alt="" border="0" /&gt;These guys are the bestest :) I miss my clique!&lt;br /&gt;(L-R: Ame, Joan, Kring, Shan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/image/4/photos/76/400x400/27/IMGP2129.JPG?et=EmvSqgS%2CjwvrMs5SJa0A1A&amp;amp;nmid=223953559" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Ame's youngest sibling, Inch. She's SOSOSOSO adorable! She talks a mile a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I haven't been in any other summer activity yet. But I'm expecting a lot more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Swimming (again!) with BFFs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Clique April's birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Swimming with Ashleiy!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hangout at Ashleiy's crib&lt;br /&gt;[ ] James' (yup, that guy up there!) birthday celebration &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;! (With the BFFs this time *u*)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hangout at my crib with HS/college friends Rai and Jil&lt;br /&gt;[ ] LOTS AND LOTS OF JOGGING&lt;br /&gt;[ ] LOTS AND LOTS OF DRIVING MOMENTS WITH KIKO, MY CAR&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;[ ] New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY! I'm not taking up summer classes (which I think is actually kind of sad), but what the hell! I'm going to enjoy this summer and not waste it by just lying around at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5056679205730129683?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5056679205730129683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5056679205730129683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5056679205730129683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5056679205730129683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-thank-you-for-saving-my-life.html' title='Summer, thank you for saving my life'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1048271262569956971</id><published>2009-03-28T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:11:57.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on writing</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through some of my files over at mum's laptop. I checked the folder which has all my essays in it, and after I've read all of them, I thought, wow - these were written two years ago, at my sixteenth year, but they were written well. Better, even, than the way I write now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I haven't written anything serious since I stepped into college; all my immortalized thoughts were my ramblings (which I publicize through this blog). I haven't written anything about the Filipino culture, about the ideology of things, about philosophical ruminations, since I graduated. And this makes me disappointed with myself, as essays such as those that I've mentioned are really fun to read (it's nice to see how my thoughts formed in the progress of time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've got lots of time in my hands this summer, I'm going to try to write every single day, not only for the sake of saving my talent, but also to make me a smarter, more well-rounded person. It's amazing how writing can make you think hard and, in the process, make you more intelligent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1048271262569956971?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1048271262569956971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1048271262569956971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1048271262569956971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1048271262569956971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-on-writing.html' title='Thoughts on writing'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-4657044422708540944</id><published>2009-03-14T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:24:24.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>Before writing this post, I took a trip down memory lane and viewed 2 of my previous blogs. My, was I a good writer back then. If you compare it with the way I write now, it may look to you like I've given up on writing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give a long long update on how my life is right now. But when I think about how I'm doing so far, I don't feel like blogging anymore. HAHA. Tragic -_- But yes, I shall give a less-than-painful update on how things are coming along:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Studies. Catching up. Don't want to talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends. It's amazing how my clique, since my 18th birthday party, has become much closer. Well, not exactly all of us that's in the circle - just Joan, Jenny, Shan, and me. We never fail to see each other at least once or twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails to amaze me how I've become so comfortable with them. I feel so at home in their company that silence isn't awkward anymore - I don't have to think of anything to say just so we could bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Family. A while ago, mum got into a car accident. A 10 wheeler truck hit her car, and due to her shock she stepped on the gas and hit a jeepney. I thank God mum's safe; though her car is in a very bad condition (not exaggerating), she wasn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my grandpa had something to do with this. He really is our angel now. I thank the Lord, and I thank Lolo. Lolo, I love you very, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love. Not so sure at the moment, so I'll leave this blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Vacation. We'll be going to either Hong Kong or Bohol this summer. And if I pass the interview, I'll be spending a month in New York to have fun with my cousin and my friend, Bea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, I should write more often. Must not let go of my writing skillz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-4657044422708540944?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4657044422708540944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=4657044422708540944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4657044422708540944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4657044422708540944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5524874252042328300</id><published>2009-02-26T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:58:24.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushcrushcrush'/><title type='text'>Everywhere</title><content type='html'>"That's why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they'd call them something else."&lt;br /&gt;-Paul Dooley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I told God, "Let the next shuffled song in my play list tell how I feel about this certain guy." I shuffled. Holy ef, Everywhere by Michelle Branch was the song. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5524874252042328300?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5524874252042328300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5524874252042328300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5524874252042328300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5524874252042328300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/02/everywhere.html' title='Everywhere'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8171251409417957611</id><published>2009-02-02T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:06:41.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>It's your bday</title><content type='html'>Oh I'm so very sorry, my dear blog! I don't update you very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to my fellow bloggers, too. I haven't had the time to hop to your pages :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just celebrated my birthday last Jan 31-Feb 1. It was the BEST-EST BIRTHDAY BASH ever! It was so fun that I still relive every moment up til now (and my friends do, too!). We spent a night at Holiday Inn, and there wasn't a dull moment; we always had something to do. I'm happy, too, as it was the first time in 10 months that we all got to see each other again. My gratitude is just beyond words. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are at my &lt;a href="http://imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;. Check them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8171251409417957611?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8171251409417957611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8171251409417957611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8171251409417957611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8171251409417957611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-your-bday.html' title='It&apos;s your bday'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-179126752245736892</id><published>2009-01-13T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:14:31.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Editing pictures</title><content type='html'>EPIC. I'm not updating this blog. I'm just a little busy; I update more frequently at &lt;a href="http://imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com/"&gt;DevArt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've discovered the magic of editing pictures. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a late bloomer. Though I didn't use Photoshop on these - how I got to edit the pictures are top secret. Hihihi XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SWyf8OnS08I/AAAAAAAABI4/O07EUcfjIvg/s1600-h/Yay+D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SWyf8OnS08I/AAAAAAAABI4/O07EUcfjIvg/s320/Yay+D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290779519317365698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SWyf8P1iBNI/AAAAAAAABIw/c4i5aMWqllc/s1600-h/IMGP0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SWyf8P1iBNI/AAAAAAAABIw/c4i5aMWqllc/s320/IMGP0389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290779519645517010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my birthday's coming T_T it's on February 1. I'm not so sure whether I should be happy or not; right now what I feel is mostly the latter (darn I'm scared D:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-179126752245736892?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/179126752245736892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=179126752245736892&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/179126752245736892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/179126752245736892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/01/editing-pictures.html' title='Editing pictures'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SWyf8OnS08I/AAAAAAAABI4/O07EUcfjIvg/s72-c/Yay+D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6365345302717048505</id><published>2009-01-03T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:48:12.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><title type='text'>In with the new!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt; 2008 is &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; done! Actually, what I'm looking forward to is the Chinese New Year (so that this wretched Rat Year could finally end), but what the heck - only a few weeks to go and the Ox is coming (and bringing with it better luck). LOL, superstitious much? You can see that I'm blaming the Rat (and not myself) for my being unfortunate XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me wrap this year up: there have been 2 deaths in my immediate family (&lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-only-lived-to-be-30.html"&gt;Sparky&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-cindy.html"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;, our Rottweiler and Labrador, respectively), another 2 with our relatives (Tiya Peting and another Tiya, whose name I forgot :P), my grades have been horrible, my passion has been stagnant, I've disliked some of people I met... but in turn, we got 2 new pets (Brosia and Pakito, a Bulldog and an Akita), our family's relationship strengthened, I met lots of new people (and learned a lot about myself from them, too), I improved on controlling my emotions, I've become more mature, I've become prettier (what? It's true XD), and I got to do lots of things for the first time (and a French kiss isn't part of it =[ ROFL. Too much information, Kring). When I think about it, 2008 is better than the year before it, wherein my life was so jaded, so dull - so gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that 2009 would be a very, very good year, and be a whole lot better than 2008. I'll be more optimistic than before so that it'd happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, this was my New Year's resolution last year. It's funny, I haven't accomplished most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Resolution.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/Resolution.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here's my new set of New Year's resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2009Resolution.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/2009Resolution.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay, only 3 things to accomplish for 2009 X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6365345302717048505?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6365345302717048505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6365345302717048505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6365345302717048505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6365345302717048505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-with-new.html' title='In with the new!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1033815055761180113</id><published>2008-12-16T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:59:47.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About You + Driving</title><content type='html'>Since I was absent yesterday (for no special reason), I decided to watch 10 Things I Hate About You (starring Julia Stiles and Heath Ledger) via Youtube. I'm now head over heels for the movie. It's so funny and romantic! I especially love it when Patrick (Heath) sang Can't Take My Eyes Off You in the soccer field - his voice was so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't allow myself to have a crush on Heath, since he's a dead guy and it would make no sense salivating over him. LOL. But I terribly miss him. He was a great actor; very handsome, too. It actually pained me a while ago when I went through tributes for him in DeviantArt. It shocked me how it hurt, the fact that he's gone. Up til now, I still can't accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I start crying: my family let me drive to Filinvest QC last Sunday. Guess what? By the time we were there, their knuckles were white, they were stiff as a board, and their hearts were up at their throats. No kidding. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's one of those lines in the movie that made me laugh so hard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;                              CAMERON&lt;br /&gt;                  (to Patrick)&lt;br /&gt;                  We know what you’re trying to do,&lt;br /&gt;                  with Kat Stratford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            PATRICK&lt;br /&gt;                  Is that right?  And what do you plan&lt;br /&gt;                  to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            CAMERON&lt;br /&gt;                  Help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            PATRICK&lt;br /&gt;                  Why’s that?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;                               MICHAEL&lt;br /&gt;                  The situation is, my man Cameron here&lt;br /&gt;                  has a major jones for Bianca Stratford.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;                               PATRICK&lt;br /&gt;                  What is it with this chick?  She have&lt;br /&gt;                  beer flavored nipples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1033815055761180113?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1033815055761180113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1033815055761180113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1033815055761180113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1033815055761180113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-things-i-hate-about-you-driving.html' title='10 Things I Hate About You + Driving'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5455834494985008429</id><published>2008-12-02T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:41:34.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Good news, bad news</title><content type='html'>My Aunt and cousin just arrived from England and they gave me awesome presents. LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm starting to get tired from school. There are moments when I think about skipping all of my classes (and sometimes that does happen), and I care little about the consequences. I'm not so sure as to what the reason is, though; maybe I'm just drained, tired of the heavy amount of school work. Or maybe the fact that I'm freshman when I'm supposed to be a sophomore gets my head stuck to possibilities and what-ifs. Or maybe I'm just not inspired enough (I NEED AN ATENEAN BOYFRIEND D:). Or maybe I just think too negatively before even coming to classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to change my attitude! I just wish it's as easy being done as it is being said. I need to study a bit after getting home from school - I swear, I don't know how to study. I'm not sure if there's a routine or something. I've never studied academics my whole life, I swear. I got by in high school through stock knowledge, and through my freshman year in Miriam by sucking up to my professors (which worked brilliantly, as I was only a few decimals short of being a dean's lister). Ateneo is a big challenge to students like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I make you sad through my ramblings, I'll put in some good news: my close friend, &lt;a href="http://ashleiy.multiply.com/"&gt;Ashleiy&lt;/a&gt;, just celebrated her 20th birthday last November 28. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The good news there is that she's freaking old, and I'm still freaking young at 17!&lt;/span&gt; LOL! XD We celebrated her birthday last Sunday - lots of visitors, and one of them was... an old flame (or the one I almost got - but that's just my imagination). And he's so... handsome O_O Argh! Not the Zohan type (Zohan's cute), he's more macho and... handsome and... handsome? T_T AND I'M SO EAGER TO SHARE WITH YOU GUYS HIS PICTURE! LOL! (To Ashleiy: If you're reading this, just keep it a secret XD) But of course, I don't want to post it here. Just add me up at YM: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaslacson&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the reason I want to share his picture is so I could have everyone's opinion on whether he's really hot. Coz I think he is D: Let's chat so that I could tell you our history! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better shut my mouth now XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5455834494985008429?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5455834494985008429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5455834494985008429&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5455834494985008429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5455834494985008429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good news, bad news'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-7121605978551151282</id><published>2008-11-24T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:47:49.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>growing old</title><content type='html'>It's less than three months before my birthday, and I can tell you - I'm excited. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared of growing old; turning 18 makes me scared. Well, I'm excited about the party and all, but the fact that I'll be turning 19, then 20, after that really creeps me out. No kidding. If I could, I'd stay 17 forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'd be freed from a lot of restrictions once I turn 18, but the hidden message there is that I'm already old enough to be left alone. Homaygulay. I still want to feel secure - I still want to feel, er, protected :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to turn 18, or 19, or *gasp* 20! I can't commit any crime knowing that I can be put to jail (LOL, yup, I seriously think about that XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to improve on my writing skills. I'm beginning to suck big time :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-7121605978551151282?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7121605978551151282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=7121605978551151282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7121605978551151282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7121605978551151282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-old.html' title='growing old'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-3495541195691287549</id><published>2008-11-17T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:22:53.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Owned</title><content type='html'>Since there's nothing worthy to be blogged about, let me just share with you this photo I Stumbleupon-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://vi.sualize.us/thumbs/08/10/04/iranina,streetart,text,typography,,typography-e3160450961a9360f7bad52bd5aeac44_h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-3495541195691287549?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3495541195691287549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=3495541195691287549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3495541195691287549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3495541195691287549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-theres-nothing-worthy-to-be.html' title='Owned'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6587568606334109903</id><published>2008-11-08T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:11:22.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushcrushcrush'/><title type='text'>Destined!</title><content type='html'>I think I found Kiko's Friendster account. And by that, I mean the real Kiko; the Kiko Rustia of Survivor Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm deeply passionate about something, I do all I can to obtain information and to get closer to this passion of mine. Apparently, Kiko is one of my passions. HAHAHA so yes, after some painstaking research and interviews with different people, I think - I hope - I finally found the real Kiko! Mwahaha! *More evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiko, alam kong itinadhana tayo maging... magkaibigan. (Depends on how you pronounce it LOL ;)) I hope to see you in the shores of Boracay. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-269.friendster.com/e1/photos/96/24/2404269/30372219221186l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't he hot :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, sem break is over. Why am I feeling so sad about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6587568606334109903?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6587568606334109903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6587568606334109903&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6587568606334109903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6587568606334109903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/11/destined.html' title='Destined!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8400403764272483903</id><published>2008-11-04T15:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:22:34.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><title type='text'>Cosplay is for the rich</title><content type='html'>Since hearing of it, I have always wanted to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosplay"&gt;cosplay&lt;/a&gt;.The thought of dressing up as one of my favorite anime/gaming characters excites me for many reasons. And although it has long been my dream to do this, I never came close to achieving it. Heck, cosplay is costly (as far as I know) - and to buy all sorts of materials, from the wig to the clothes to the accessories to the shoes, just to showcase it all for a few hours - it's not practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw &lt;a href="http://knuttz.net/hosted_pages/Amazine-Cosplayers-20080722"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;, and believe me, I'm amazed. More like swept away, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's this one character which I dream of cosplaying: &lt;a href="http://www.ffonline.com/ff10/lulu.htm"&gt;Lulu of Final Fantasy X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 634px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/muni_shinobu/pics/lulu-p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HOW D: And where to get items... actually, have I got any money for this? Haha LMAO. I'm getting all dejected again. But I really want to cosplay Lulu; I want to look exactly like her. But for now, I'll save my money for more important things. I'll start saving up for cosplaying by the time I'm in showbiz. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8400403764272483903?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8400403764272483903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8400403764272483903&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8400403764272483903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8400403764272483903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/11/cosplay-is-for-rich.html' title='Cosplay is for the rich'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1578457758498730839</id><published>2008-10-29T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:37:21.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushcrushcrush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars/driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Kikoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;As a man respects&lt;br /&gt;His beloved's privacy&lt;br /&gt;You, dear, are untouched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Haiku for my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly a fruitful sem break, but that's just how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I finally got my car (from the clutches of my relatives! *Evil laughter*)! It's a red &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toyota_Corolla"&gt;Toyota Corolla&lt;/a&gt;. Dad was actually the first to own it, back in 1997. He then gave it to my aunt, who, after getting the &lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/04/car-story.html"&gt;yellow Volkwagen New Beetle&lt;/a&gt; I've always wanted to have, hardly used it. I'm suddenly getting this feel of the phrase "passed down from generation to generation"... but no, it's not an ancient car. It's still in top condition, and dad wants to have it improved i.e. have it fixed for power steering, power whatnot... he even wants to give it a paint job! I told him, "Dad, do that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;I crash the car." O_O *knocks on wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given the Corolla a gender and a name. My car shall be a guy, and I shall name it Kiko. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiko&lt;/span&gt;. In honor of my crush du jour - a Survivor Philippines castaway - Kiko Rustia! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/59/41/84081495/1_412530413l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/59/41/84081495/1_208091172l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay. Sorry ha. Pero ang hot niya eh :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished looking for him at Friendster, and as expected, there are lots of posers stealing his identity. Although there's this &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/83837475"&gt;account&lt;/a&gt; which intrigued me, and at the same time, made me wildly jealous. Gah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures don't lie!&lt;/span&gt; The picture doesn't look fake! I hope that girl's just one of those fans who got a little too friendly with him. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that. If you're bored and got nothing to do, I suggest you play &lt;a href="http://zeiva.deviantart.com/art/Other-Age-39931316"&gt;this game&lt;/a&gt;. It's got me hooked for a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for the people who are asking about Zohan: My mum and I were supposed to watch him perform at Metrowalk last Friday; he was going to sing at Elbow Room. Unfortunately, the plan didn't push through: mum didn't want to go home late (since his performance was at 10:30 PM). Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the movie? He didn't open the topic anymore. LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1578457758498730839?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1578457758498730839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1578457758498730839&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1578457758498730839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1578457758498730839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/10/kikoman.html' title='Kikoman'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-4200528965899329171</id><published>2008-10-16T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:58:01.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>The complications of being a girl</title><content type='html'>I'm inspired enough to write today! :)) This sem break has got me occupied with... stuff (read: PS2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something: I don't like Zohan anymore. After all, crushes disappear quickly (in my case, at least). But he's... he's making the moves T_T ARGH! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?! &lt;/span&gt;Haha, kidding :)) Seriously, though, he's inviting me to watch a movie. The invitation goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, sorry if I'm so inconsistent. At one post I tell you guys that I like him and that I invite him to eat with me and stuff, then suddenly this. To tell you honestly, even I'm confused with myself. If I'm not interested in someone, there's very minimal possibility that I give that someone a chance to even make a move.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, yeah, please forgive me for my train of thoughts XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zohan [Z]: Di ba sabi mo once ka palang nakakapuntang Trinoma?&lt;br /&gt;Me [M]: (Thinks, 'Uh-oh') Yeah, with my uncle. Ang damot nga niya eh, nag-share pa kami sa pagkain T_T&lt;br /&gt;Z: Punta tayo dun some time, watch a movie or something&lt;br /&gt;M: ('Ack! o_O') Okay, sige :)&lt;br /&gt;*Etc. etc.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Free ka ba sa Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;M: ('Eto na') Hindi eh, sorry. I have to tutor my brothers; periodicals na kasi nila.&lt;br /&gt;Z: Awww. I was hoping na tsaka tayo manonood ng movie.&lt;br /&gt;M: Ahhh, sorry. Hindi kasi talaga pwede eh. Next time nalang :)&lt;br /&gt;*Etc. etc.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: So busy ka hanggang tomorrow, right? Sa Saturday free ka?&lt;br /&gt;M: ('Nako! What excuse to give?!') Um, hindi pa sure. May kukunin akong ticket eh. May napalanunan kasi akong contest :))&lt;br /&gt;Z: Talaga? Ticket saan?&lt;br /&gt;M: Folded and Hung Fashion Show (Which is true - I really did win tickets)&lt;br /&gt;Z: Saan mo kukunin?&lt;br /&gt;M: Hindi ko pa alam, hindi pa nagbibigay ng details.&lt;br /&gt;Z: So kung sakali free ka or magbago isip mo, text me nalang :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Let's just see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zohan, sorry for being inconsistent. -_- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nagkaganyan-ganyan ka tuloy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-4200528965899329171?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4200528965899329171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=4200528965899329171&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4200528965899329171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4200528965899329171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/10/complications-of-being-girl.html' title='The complications of being a girl'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6434838608141176766</id><published>2008-10-07T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:20:44.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AdMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Babawi ako</title><content type='html'>BABAWI AKO NEXT SEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babawi ako.&lt;br /&gt;Babawi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually expecting low grades this sem. Low=3 D's (Zoology, Math, feeling-major-subject Filipino). I know - it's terrible. But getting those grades are going to make me happy - I don't want to get an F, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;. F is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;an option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually chatted (YM) with Mum a while ago (she was in her office). I told her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ma, D lang talaga makukuha ko ngayon."&lt;/span&gt; She replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ok lang, ang goal lang natin this sem makapasa ka. Alam namin ni dad nahihirapan ka pa."&lt;/span&gt; THAAAAANKKKK YOUUUUUU. Hahahaha. I'm really, honestly going to make up next sem. I'll always sit at the front and always listen to the prof. Augh. The thought alone is awful. Hahaha, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, &lt;a href="http://aryanne.wordpress.com/"&gt;Aryan&lt;/a&gt; commented, "I thought you're over Zohan?" Well... how do I explain this? Let's just put it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl likes Boy. Girl does what she can in order to get close to Boy. After finally befriending him, she loses interest and thinks of him only as a friend. But then, Boy starts to give Girl more attention. He becomes more talkative, more friendly, a tad more touchy (or maybe that's just Girl's imagination). Girl thinks it's amusing, LOL. So she just goes with the flow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is to say that I don't exactly have a crush on Zohan anymore. But we're getting to be close buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Remember what I said, about the two of us eating out? We did eat out yesterday - we had breakfast at Pancake House. We talked about normal stuff (acads, friends)... but there is one thing he said which makes me go, "Hmmm &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/39.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 20px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/39.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Wanna know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sa susunod sa Old Spaghetti House naman tayo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oha! *Hair grows long* But I'm a bit irritated with myself, actually. I shouldn't be sharing everything. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6434838608141176766?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6434838608141176766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6434838608141176766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6434838608141176766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6434838608141176766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/10/babawi-ako-next-sem.html' title='Babawi ako'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-4584176899817416002</id><published>2008-10-03T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:47:54.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushcrushcrush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Eligible bachelors</title><content type='html'>I have some really bad news about my academics. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;NEVERMIND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll solve this - literally - on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanywaaaaayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of our regular class sessions. And it makes me &lt;u&gt;SO FRIGGING HAPPY&lt;/u&gt;! Lol. Of course I'm a bit sad, but, what the hell. This HELL of a semester is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I still have my finals D: Zoology and Math... why do you have to ruin everything ;_; (I have to get REALLY HIGH in my finals in order to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pass &lt;/span&gt;those two subjects D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... guess what? Zohan and I are eating out after our Zoology finals! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yessszz&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just the two of us&lt;/span&gt; :D But here's the catch: I was the one who invited him. HAHAHA. I know, it's very... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malandi&lt;/span&gt;, right? But what the hell - I felt confident inviting him because of everything that's going on between us right now. Also, there's but a slim chance that we'll be class mates again, since he's not my block mate D: I know - sad, right? So I must bond with him - but I hope it wouldn't be the last time ;o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait, I'm not finished!&lt;/span&gt; XD Remember the guy (let's call him "Miggy") who visited my house a week ago (click &lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/09/dropping-forks.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)? Well, mum and I had a conversation regarding that a while ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum &lt;/span&gt;[M] and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kring &lt;/span&gt;[K]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nagtanong &lt;u&gt;nanaman&lt;/u&gt; ang daddy mo tungkol sa pagbisita sayo nung Miggy na yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O, ano daw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tinanong niya, 'Sino ba yun?', 'Taga-saan?', 'Saan nag-aaral?' Haynako! Lumabas nga ang pagka-matapobre niya eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh?&lt;/span&gt; (*laughs*) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh kasi tinanong nga niya kung saan nag-aaral, so sinabi ko sa&lt;/span&gt; (*insert school here*). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabi niya, 'Eh mahirap pala yan, eh!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt; (*Laughs some more*) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh kasi ma, totoo naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAYNAKO! That doesn't matter! As long as mabait at masipag mag-aral, okay na sa akin. Nung bata nga ako eh mahirap ako &lt;/span&gt;(blahblahblah)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, okay XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At eto! Sabi niya, &lt;u&gt;'Sa susunod na bumisita yon, pakawalan niyo yung mga aso'&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HUH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tawa ako ng tawa nung sinabi niya yon! Pero seryoso yung itsura niya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt; FTW! (*rolls off floor laughing*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaya anak, now you know... hindi talaga open ang daddy mo na magka-BF ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt; I knooooow T_____T (*Mopes for a while, but thinks about what he said about letting the dogs out and laughs again*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baka pag nagkaroon ka ng manliligaw, bumili pa sya ng mas matapang na aso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm really scared as to what will happen if someone courts me, 'coz I want to present eligible bachelors (ftw) to my dad. I wonder how he would react -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Tiu,&lt;/span&gt; I know that if you'd be my suitor, dad would need no convincing. So... please. For my sake, COURT ME. NYAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-4584176899817416002?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4584176899817416002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=4584176899817416002&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4584176899817416002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4584176899817416002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/10/eligible-bachelors.html' title='Eligible bachelors'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-3456777523189278</id><published>2008-10-01T19:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:42:59.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushcrushcrush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AdMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>The Tiu-Tiu Train &amp; the love investigation pt. iii</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/jorubo/Guidon08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANDSOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TALENTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not to like about Chris Tiu?&lt;br /&gt;He's the perfect guy to bring home to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Argh! I'm beginning to be part of the Tiu-Tiu train &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o_O &lt;/span&gt;Which sucks big time, as Chris Tiu is, so far, unattainable. I see him around school, and dammit! He's so... hot. The epitome of hotness. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told you guys about how four of my block mates are Team B players of the Ateneo, right? I'm particularly close with one of them, Jek. He said he'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;to introduce me to Papa Chris. They are friends, after all. Yipee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me give you a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zohan &lt;/span&gt;update. My classes ended at 8:30 AM yesterday, can you believe it -_- So I was about to go home when I got a text message from him. It said: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uwi ka na diba?&lt;/span&gt; (You're going home, right?)" I was about to reply when I saw him walking. So I just called him. When he saw me, he approached me, and guess what? He kissed me! NYAHAHAHA! Joke! XD Actually, he approached me, chatted with me, and he hung out with me for about two hours, since he had nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder why he hung out with me, of all people. Yiieeee. (Linagyan ng kulay *u*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! He knew that I'd be attending the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ateneo Bonfire&lt;/span&gt;. He didn't plan on going to the event, so when the Bonfire started, he texted me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kumusta yung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bonefire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; (How's the bonefire?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at the wrong spelling. Nyahaha. Sorry, my bad XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to reply, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masaya naman yung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BONEfire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;=)) (The BONEfire's great)" but we aren't close. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... the plot thickens &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-3456777523189278?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3456777523189278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=3456777523189278&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3456777523189278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3456777523189278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/10/tiu-tiu-train-love-investigation-pt-iii.html' title='The Tiu-Tiu Train &amp; the love investigation pt. iii'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8921077052040686628</id><published>2008-09-27T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:38:41.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gtky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dropping forks</title><content type='html'>I literally dropped my fork two times last week. And I, er...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acquired &lt;/span&gt;what it corresponds to in the Filipino adage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a visit from a guy. He came over two times. (Click &lt;a href="http://imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/photos/album/18/Meet_and_Greet_Mark_Herras"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You must be in my contacts for you to view it :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first visit was two nights ago. He arrived at about... 9:30 PM (and to think it was storming that night). But before you think of anything - two of my friends were at the house, too. All of us sang and danced the night away with the trusty Magic Sing (LMAO, he sings GREAT!). He, along with my friends, left at about 11:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a shock that he came over, really. I never expected him to come because of the tropical storm. I was also nervous as it was our first time to really get to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second visit was yesterday. He had a long break time so he came over the house to chill. Guess what? He didn't bother going to school anymore,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tinamad na&lt;/span&gt;. -_- So he stayed from 1 to... 7:30 PM? But before you think of anything - Mum was there XD Again, we sang (thank God for the Magic Sing!), played with the dogs, talked and talked, and he also played with my little brother, Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... I just think of him as a friend XD LMAO. The way I write it, it's as if I'm writing for a gossip column or something. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I write so friggingly fugly today?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I'm so tired and lazy -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zohan&lt;/span&gt;. If you want to see his Multiply account, check my Multiply guest book - he commented there with a simple emoticon. NYAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8921077052040686628?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8921077052040686628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8921077052040686628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8921077052040686628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8921077052040686628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/09/dropping-forks.html' title='Dropping forks'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-7571153315885779637</id><published>2008-09-24T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:42:55.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AdMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profs'/><title type='text'>You Are Gay</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness. Our gay Lit prof is being mean! And when I say mean, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt;-mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started last Monday. The group reporting disappointed him, and from then on he started being... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imbyerna&lt;/span&gt;, gay style &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; It's pretty irritating actually. But more than that, it's depressing. *Sigh* He's my favorite prof. Actually, not only mine, but my block's. Why did this have to happen... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with him, though. He's taking things a bit too personally: a while ago, when I greeted him outside class, he acted as if I were one with the air &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt; He didn't even look me in the eye! WTH. That's wrong, man. It's unprofessional, right? I mean, even if you don't like someone, you should atleast greet him/her back when he/she greets you. I know he was upset - insulted, even - but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;. Not everyone in the class did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zohan!&lt;/span&gt; You know what? I think I'm falling out of love for him :P haha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know,&lt;/span&gt; it's kind of sad. Last Monday I spent my free time with him (and it's because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;invited him - not the other way around XP), and instead of feeling giddy I felt... disgusted? LOL! No, not disgusted, more like... I wanted to be alone. I wanted to get away from him. And what's weird about that is that he didn't do anything offensive - he was actually very kind. So WHY?? Maybe it's because I saw his face up close and saw that he had many pimples?? HAHAHAHA. Wellll... I can't say that that's not part of the reason but, WTH. XD Oh my gosh. Now you see that I really do have high standards. :( FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah! I know you guys want to see him. Well... want me to give you his Multiply ID? I can post it here, but if someone who knows him sees this, it's going to be embarassing. :)) So if you do want to see his pic, just add me up on YM. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;kaslacson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all there is. Ciao :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-7571153315885779637?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7571153315885779637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=7571153315885779637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7571153315885779637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7571153315885779637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-are-gay.html' title='You Are Gay'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1956271275091776240</id><published>2008-09-18T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:17:54.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AdMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>The mushy and gooey love investigation pt. ii</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Warning. School girl post coming through. Read with barf bag&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt; And yet I'm confused as to what the real deal between Zohan and I really is T_T Argh... who knew that men would be even more confusing then women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoology class always starts at 12:30, but yesterday I came to the classroom an hour early as I had to practice a report with my group mates. I was expecting that I'd be alone in the classroom for a long period of time, but surprisingly, Zohan and I entered the room at the same time (he went through one door; I got in through the other)! Gasp! Is this fate or what (ookayy...XD)?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since both of us were alone, the girl-ish, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malandi &lt;/span&gt;voice inside my head said, "You must make a move!" So I did. I sat beside him, since, you know... it'd be awkard if we sat apart, in silence, for an hour (oh, really.). And we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...So. What org are you joining?&lt;br /&gt;Zohan: Glee Club.&lt;br /&gt;M: Woooow, so you must be really good at singing! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAMPOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: *Laugh* No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;M: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sige lang.&lt;/span&gt; Sample!&lt;br /&gt;Z: *Laugh* But I have colds!&lt;br /&gt;M: No that's okay! Sing please T_T&lt;br /&gt;Z: ...What d'you want me to sing?&lt;br /&gt;M: Um. *looks for songs in the MP3 player I'm holding* Closer (Ne-Yo)?&lt;br /&gt;Z: Haha, no! I don't want to sing that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black ang kumanta eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: *Thinks... 'OMG, a racist &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;'*&lt;br /&gt;Z: The singing voice of black people are so good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mataas &lt;/span&gt;without effort.&lt;br /&gt;M: *Thinks... 'Ah, hindi naman pala racist!' XD* ...I can't think of any song.&lt;br /&gt;Z: Yung ano nalang... 'How did you know, I needed someone like you in my life'&lt;br /&gt;M: *Dahil crush ko siya, todo react ako* SIGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-047143604126647687 visible ontop" href="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-circle.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-047143604126647687 visible ontop" href="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-circle.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-047143604126647687 visible ontop" href="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-circle.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-circle.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=13005767&amp;amp;path=2008/09/18&amp;amp;mycolor=000000&amp;amp;mycolor2=FFFFFF&amp;amp;mycolor3=FF0090&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" name="myflashfetish" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" border="0" width="110" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sang the first stanza. His voice is good! And to think he has colds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked some more; there were already few people in the class room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he stood up, got his wallet from his bag (which was on another chair), headed to the door, and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sama ka sa caf? Libre kita."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give myself time to think. I immediately agreed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you think about it, parang makapal ang dating ng mukha ko. Hindi ko man lang tinurn-down ang offer niyang manlibre. Hindi na nga kasi ako nag-isip. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had drinks; I thanked him profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked until we got back to the class room. My group mates were there; we had to discuss the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was dismissal and I saw my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kabarkada&lt;/span&gt;, Jenny. She was with her friend and her friend's boyfriend. We hung out for a while; and I told them what had happened with Zohan a few hours before. Since I was also talking this over with a guy, I was hoping he'd tell me the meaning behind what Zohan did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ay, hindi. Nakikipag-kaibigan lang yun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAYNAKO!&lt;/span&gt; Kainis T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really it? I'm gonna cry T_T (OA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Zohan and I texted a while ago despite the fact that I'm Globe and he's Sun. But I'm kinda tired already, so I'll just save that story for next time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, mushy. Even I'm irritated with myself. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1956271275091776240?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1956271275091776240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1956271275091776240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1956271275091776240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1956271275091776240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/09/mushy-and-gooey-love-investigation-pt.html' title='The mushy and gooey love investigation pt. ii'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-194429623279869896</id><published>2008-09-16T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:53:16.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Waiter, oh waiter</title><content type='html'>Very quick, 3-minute post, as I wanna go to sleep early D: (It's actually 9:45! Gasp! *Big deal*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Robinsons Metroeast a while ago to meet up with my kabarkada, Jenny. You know why she *forced* me to go there? To eat at the friggin' Greenwich fast food restaurant. She has a crush on one of the waiters there and actually wore a very sexy kimono top + short shorts in order to impress him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What the effing hell&lt;/u&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magkaka-crush ka na nga lang sa waiter pa.&lt;/span&gt; LOLz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jenny, "So, if you get to give him your number... what happens, then? (Hidden message: Do you actually want to have a relationship with a waiter? -_-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "Not expecting anything, really. A one night stand's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUWAAAAAAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She was just kidding, of course. If she was serious about that then I swear, the person I was talking to wasn't Jenny. It may have been someone who stole her skin and used it as a costume... or something -_-&lt;br /&gt;*We didn't find the waiter. Day off, maybe? Oh well, we'll come back on Friday XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-194429623279869896?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/194429623279869896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=194429623279869896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/194429623279869896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/194429623279869896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiter-oh-waiter.html' title='Waiter, oh waiter'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2946923858365075201</id><published>2008-09-12T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:13:52.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Pajero</title><content type='html'>It was an ordinary day, when Mum's story made me roll over laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our maid, Ate Vangie, went to the wet market to buy beef for Mum's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pochero&lt;/span&gt;. Mum wasn't aware that Ate Vangie already bought the beef, so they had a conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumili ka na daw ng beef?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Vangie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opo, para po sa &lt;/span&gt;Pajero&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; *confused look* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...ha?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Vangie:&lt;/span&gt; *smiles a shy smile* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;Pajero&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;POCHERO&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Vangie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...kaya pala tumatawa yung tindera sa palengke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about how their conversation went makes me laugh! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess what? After graduation (which is 3 years from now), my Nigguh &lt;a href="http://ashleiy.multiply.com/"&gt;Ashleiy&lt;/a&gt; and I will be joining The Amazing Race Asia! Root for us! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2946923858365075201?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2946923858365075201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2946923858365075201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2946923858365075201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2946923858365075201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/09/pajero.html' title='Pajero'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-3517885015883716336</id><published>2008-09-10T16:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:18:35.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushcrushcrush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AdMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spilling it out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockmates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nooo (insert exclamation point)'/><title type='text'>The mushy and gooey love investigation</title><content type='html'>Ooookay. How many times have I told myself to start blogging again? Multiply's been my online outlet these days, but I realize that my writing skillz are getting bad because I seldom write at Multiply. So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the nth freaking time&lt;/span&gt;, I'm back! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;. I'm stressed! It's as if I'm only starting to adjust to college life. Back at Miriam, I could go the whole semester without studying - and have high grades at that. But in Ateneo - it's different. If you cram, you fail. And that's my very problem. I've got really low grades in Math and Zoology. And the fact that I have to score real high in those subjects in order to get atleast a C (yes, it's that bad!) - it's stressing me out. How do I manage to catch up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, block mates. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano, sugurin na natin?&lt;/span&gt; Haha, kidding XD Things have died down. But the bad vibes are still there. Still, I'm not going to force myself to be liked by this person. If she doesn't like me, it's fine. Actually, now, I don't mind at all. She's just one person who doesn't like me - and there are hundreds of people who like me for the way I am :) Right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW LET'S MOVE ON TO A BETTER TOPIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I'm crushing on someone! Er, well - If you read &lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-2.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; then you may think that I'm referring to the same guy. Actually I'm not. This one's different. We shall call him Zohan, LOL. He's my classmate in Zoology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Zohan - let's just say that compared to the first guy I was crushing on (let's call him Jai), he's more... attainable &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Jai's a team B player for the Ateneo (and my block mate. Haha. If they read this :O), while Zohan's a normal guy. He isn't really good-looking (which doesn't mean to say he's ugly), so I wasn't attracted to him the first time I saw him. It just developed slowly. I like him 'coz he has a deep, sexy voice (ooh la la), he looks intelligent, and he's kinda cute - for me, at least (chinito, fair skin - kinda pimply, though. *snorts*). Anyway, my attraction for Zohan grew a bit more when he:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A. Helped me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our long test in Zoology, and we needed a Blue Book in order to take the test. And me, ever the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;henyo&lt;/span&gt;, had no Blue Book. I was a bit panicky - I didn't know where to buy one, plus the test was in 5 minutes. But then, Zohan entered the room, holding a cup of coffee and a Blue Book. So I went to him to ask where he got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uy, san ka nakabili niyan?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa caf - halika, samahan na kita.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know how I felt by then ♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARTE punyeta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked. He told me he was sleepy. After a while, I realized that I had forgotten his name (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;, I'm terrible with names!), so I asked him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uy... ano nga ba pangalan mo? Sorry ha &lt;/span&gt;&gt;.&lt;"  He said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang sama mo!&lt;/span&gt;" and told me. To challenge him, I asked, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh ikaw, alam mo ba pangalan ko?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect that he'd know. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oo naman,&lt;/span&gt;" he said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kring&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALARM BELLS STARTED RINGING IN MY HEAD&lt;/u&gt;. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got back to the classroom after I bought a Blue Book. By then, my crushing on him, which I didn't really take time to notice, became something I thought of more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. He volunteered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks ago, we had an activity which was by pairs. And my row-mates were absent, so I was completely alone in my row (3rd row) -_- When our prof asked who among us didn't have a partner, I raised my hand and said, "Ako, miss!" Zohan then looked at me, and all the way from the 1st row, said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tayo nalang.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Okay." but my heart was about to explode from happiness by then. Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARTE punyeta&lt;/span&gt;. After pairing, we found out that the activity involved physical contact. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after that, ZERO. We hardly talked, and hardly noticed each other (?). And IDK whether he did the two things mentioned above because he had something for me or because of the circumstances, which are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;, he was sleepy and even had coffee with him. Did he accompany me so that he could energize and make himself less sleepy by walking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;, well. I guess he had no partner either. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, he's a Sun Cellular user (why am I making a big deal out of THAT?), and you know Sun users - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mga mag-syotang kuripot&lt;/span&gt;. XD Argh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell&lt;/span&gt;. Can our feelings be mutual? Or am I just fooling myself into thinking that? (Melodramatic music, please) Oh please give me a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magkagusto ka sakin please.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here's another thing. I like this guy, he's the maternal cousin of my paternal cousin (meaning we aren't related by blood), and the weird thing is that I like him even though I haven't seen him for a year and a half. And my tita - his ninang - wants us to be together. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gusto niya kami i-set up&lt;/span&gt;. So ako naman si Kilig. Agree ako! LOL. I hope it really does happen. I like him, eh :) So you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Dalawa ang puso ko&lt;/u&gt;. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Torn between two lovers. Dammit. Nagfi-feeling. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-3517885015883716336?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3517885015883716336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=3517885015883716336&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3517885015883716336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3517885015883716336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/09/mushy-and-gooey-love-investigation.html' title='The mushy and gooey love investigation'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6608977189737298225</id><published>2008-08-07T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:37:41.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPER NAIINIS AKO SA ISA KONG BLOCK MATE. SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAYNAKOOOO!!! NAKAKAINIS! BWISIT KA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, sorry don't mind me. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6608977189737298225?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6608977189737298225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6608977189737298225&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6608977189737298225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6608977189737298225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-naiinis-ako-sa-isa-kong-block.html' title=''/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-4686309758315069557</id><published>2008-07-31T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:05:07.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AdMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockmates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Oh help</title><content type='html'>I need a breath of fresh air, and yet somehow, I want my old life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I'm going to regularly update this blog again - I hope ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;not happy with how things are going so far. I'm kind of depressed. Maybe it's because my academics are spiraling downward? Or because my block isn't really the best block there is? Or maybe it's a mixture of both? Please don't let that be the case. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My academics are not so good. So far I've failed 3 long tests - Math, Zoology Lab, and Zoology lecture. How much worse can it get? Other than that, I'm completely disorganized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ranting right now, hahaha. Somehow I just want to laugh all of this off. I feel like a BIG laugh will make all my sadness disappear, and I remember how I write in this blog. Kind of humorous in a way, for me that is. Argh... I need to laugh! I need a laugh from non-Ateneo people! O_O Ateneo's... gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My block mates. You know how, in the first few days of school, almost every one of us says "Holy hell my block mates are the best in the world!!!" And little by little, day by day, you realize how mistaken you are? Well that's the stage I'm in right now. Don't get me wrong, though; I'm not in a fight with anyone in my block. It's just that the class somehow feels tense. There are a couple of B.V.s (Bad Vibes) between people here and there, and me, I'm trying my best to have good relations with everyone (Good thing no block mate of mine knows about this blog :3 I can type all I want). Add to that the "groupings" between block mates - and I'm a loner. BUT. That doesn't mean I'm uncool yo 8) Hahaha. I only mean that I don't stick with a particular group - I change groups depending on who I feel like talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel sad right now :( I need my friends. My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barkada&lt;/span&gt;, Ashleiy, Cha - holy, I haven't seen all of them for about 2 months now. I NEED THEM! :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-4686309758315069557?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4686309758315069557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=4686309758315069557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4686309758315069557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4686309758315069557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-help.html' title='Oh help'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-4653015762108709295</id><published>2008-07-11T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:20:22.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AdMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockmates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>1, 2</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating this blog, ew for me. I'm so engrossed with my &lt;a href="http://imprettyhenyo.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; that I've ignored my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crushing on someone - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard &lt;/span&gt;(of course, that's really the first thing a teenager needs to update people on. Haha!). I think it's okay to give a description of him here, since most of my Ateneo friends don't really know about the existence of my blogger account... but what the heck! Better safe than sorry, right (nabitin ka? :&gt;)? Sigh! But there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;a problem. No, he doesn't have a girlfriend. It's just that... I can't find a common ground for him and me to talk about, sooo... it's hard to get close to him. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies. So far I'm failing my Zoology, but I'm trying to get back in track. My profs in Zoo (there are two of 'em) are so boring; one of them teaches so quickly that I don't have time to absorb the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two gay professors - one in Math, the other in Literature. I'm quite fond of the latter; he's really girly. My male block mates always react to whatever he's saying. And since it's Literature he's teaching, he makes us, you know, read stuff which is rated R. And he explains the male protagonists so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the girl doesn't know is that oily men are usually the greatest in bed" (Um, okay - based on experience?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG. I'm so sleepy. I'm so stressed out; I need to adjust my body clock to atleast 10 PM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-4653015762108709295?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4653015762108709295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=4653015762108709295&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4653015762108709295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4653015762108709295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-2.html' title='1, 2'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2768834175448387615</id><published>2008-07-02T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:16:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third's a charm</title><content type='html'>Our computer crashed AGAIN. But it's because of the hard drive this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a blast in Ateneo! Yay I'm so happy~ my block mates are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, more updates when my head is cleared of all distractions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2768834175448387615?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2768834175448387615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2768834175448387615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2768834175448387615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2768834175448387615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/07/thirds-charm.html' title='Third&apos;s a charm'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-7148638511428605886</id><published>2008-06-18T07:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:09:09.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deaths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Cindy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SFhFkxxYvRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pyOrjAisHy8/s320/%28e%29%28e%29SP_A0893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212993066819435794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog, Cindy, died trying to give birth yesterday (father of puppies=unknown stray dog). She lived for 11 human years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the news while I was with my Literature group, but it was only when I came home at 8 PM when I found out about the details. Ate Vangie (our maid) told me that Cindy was crying as she died ("there were tears in her eyes"), and that she was buried beside &lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-only-lived-to-be-30.html"&gt; Sparky&lt;/a&gt;. I was heartbroken when she told me that after Cindy died, Brosia (our bulldog) came looking for her and stayed at the spot in the garden where Cindy was last seen alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike with Sparky's death, I cried - and am still crying -  for Cindy's (If you see me, you'll assume that I just broke up with someone).  She has been my pet since I was I was in first grade. She's the smartest and most docile dog I know. I've seen her grown up, and she has seen me grow from a kid to a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Cindy. I'll miss the way she looks at me, the way she keeps quiet, the way she wags her tail, the way she eats the food I throw at her, the way she closes her eyes whenever I pat her in the head, the way she rolls over to scratch her back. I'll miss the way she stops near the opened front door when we look at her and say, "no" and I'll miss the way she gets all excited when we bring the leash out to take her for a walk. I'll miss everything about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dad got home, he didn't notice how swollen my eyes were; it was mum who told him. Then he looked at me and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano bayan, nung namatay si Tiya Peting hindi ka umiyak&lt;/span&gt; (When your Aunt Peting died you didn't even cry)!" my mum and I laughed to that. Mum added, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ka naman bibigyan ng mana ni Cindy di gaya ni Tiya Peting &lt;/span&gt;(Unlike Aunt Peting, Cindy won't leave you any possessions)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked. Then dad said something - something I expected, "I'm going to buy a dog" he said, "An &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akita_inu"&gt;Akita&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is that, a guard dog?" mum replied, "It may attack your children, you know" and she added, "What does it look like, anyway? An ordinary dog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It looks like a wolf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyay!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;So, we'll just have to wait for the Akita. Hopefully my brothers and I can shower it with love without it biting us =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb77/livelaughloveoo8/AKITA.jpg" alt="akita" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-7148638511428605886?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7148638511428605886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=7148638511428605886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7148638511428605886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7148638511428605886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-cindy.html' title='Goodbye, Cindy'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SFhFkxxYvRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pyOrjAisHy8/s72-c/%28e%29%28e%29SP_A0893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6207020092269637383</id><published>2008-06-16T18:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:38:07.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't live in the mountains</title><content type='html'>It kills me that I don't have anything to write about. Oh... wait! I do have something to write about. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT SEPARATED FROM CIVILIZATION ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT THE TWILIGHT BOOK! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still at chapter two. Despite that, I already love Edward Cullen. He's... not mine, okay (I was supposed to type "HE'S MINE!" like I always do with my other crushes, but unfortunately I can see that that's an impossibility *insert sad face*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do vampires look good? No... wait. Why am I not a vampire? Hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my dismissal tomorrow's at 9:30 AM, but I'm going to stay in Katipunan until 4:30 PM as I'm going to attend a friend's birthday party. What am I going to do with my time? D: I'm planning on meeting up with my friends from Miriam College, hopefully that would push through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6207020092269637383?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6207020092269637383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6207020092269637383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6207020092269637383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6207020092269637383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-live-in-mountains.html' title='I don&apos;t live in the mountains'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-4079584514635133787</id><published>2008-06-12T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:31:00.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AdMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockmates'/><title type='text'>Hello, Ateneo</title><content type='html'>Aw... I've been ignoring my blog D: Sorry about that. Regular posting resumes now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told you a bit about my block. Well, here's a little bit more: I love them. My block's the loudest and most diverse class among the freshman blocks. Ages range from 16 to 22; residence, from Quezon City to Austria to France. Energy level? HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some of the pictures taken from our Orientation Seminar (thanks &lt;a href="http://kaisaisangisay.multiply.com/"&gt;Isay&lt;/a&gt;). I'll also be posting my schedule. Click pictures to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.kaisaisangisay.multiply.com/image/18/photos/99/500x500/4/IMG_9438.jpg?et=wALpAeMP9d2X%2BqiJJT8nOQ&amp;amp;nmid=99622030"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.kaisaisangisay.multiply.com/image/18/photos/99/500x500/4/IMG_9438.jpg?et=wALpAeMP9d2X%2BqiJJT8nOQ&amp;amp;nmid=99622030" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where do you think I am? Hint: red shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.kaisaisangisay.multiply.com/image/20/photos/99/500x500/11/IMG_9446.jpg?et=3R8UlhSC%2BZcp%2CTrKOrcpOw&amp;amp;nmid=99622030"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.kaisaisangisay.multiply.com/image/20/photos/99/500x500/11/IMG_9446.jpg?et=3R8UlhSC%2BZcp%2CTrKOrcpOw&amp;amp;nmid=99622030" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm holding the TR sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.kaisaisangisay.multiply.com/image/13/photos/99/500x500/269/IMG_9754.jpg?et=LC6HdLLBBXo8sH%2BbYlgSeg&amp;amp;nmid=99622030"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.kaisaisangisay.multiply.com/image/13/photos/99/500x500/269/IMG_9754.jpg?et=LC6HdLLBBXo8sH%2BbYlgSeg&amp;amp;nmid=99622030" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With TNT's (stands for Talk and Travel... I think :P) Gabe and Exo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.kaisaisangisay.multiply.com/image/16/photos/99/500x500/117/IMG_9625.jpg?et=HFYgwJpdMIxAs5z%2C6OCfxw&amp;amp;nmid=99622030"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.kaisaisangisay.multiply.com/image/16/photos/99/500x500/117/IMG_9625.jpg?et=HFYgwJpdMIxAs5z%2C6OCfxw&amp;amp;nmid=99622030" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm the one with a peace sign on top of my head (blame that guy beside me, Jek :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SFDdJ2h75uI/AAAAAAAAAy4/49xflP8IjvI/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SFDdJ2h75uI/AAAAAAAAAy4/49xflP8IjvI/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210907930194077410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my sched. :) I like it, BTW. I share the last three subjects of my MWF with my block mates, so it's all good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-4079584514635133787?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4079584514635133787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=4079584514635133787&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4079584514635133787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4079584514635133787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-ateneo.html' title='Hello, Ateneo'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SFDdJ2h75uI/AAAAAAAAAy4/49xflP8IjvI/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6412279542773636128</id><published>2008-06-08T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:29:24.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockmates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Kids on the block</title><content type='html'>Haha, this blog hasn't been updated for a long time, ew. Our PC crashed so I had no internet access for almost two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had our orientation seminar (OrSem) in AdMU for the past three days. I got to know my block mates (block TR - short for 'transferees') and we hit it off right away. They're fun to be with, especially the guys; they're a crazy bunch. And believe it or not, our block has the three tallest people in the batch. They're a head taller than anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm kinda bored. Yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6412279542773636128?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6412279542773636128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6412279542773636128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6412279542773636128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6412279542773636128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-on-block.html' title='Kids on the block'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5948404470428838343</id><published>2008-05-20T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:28:44.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Bend in the road</title><content type='html'>I do not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;post because I'm lazy, but because I've been too busy. *cries* I had - and still have - to go to Katipunan to take care of my transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I passed UP (Speech Comm), but I chose AdMU anyway. And yesterday I was on the brink of changing my mind 'coz mum told me that dad was talking to himself when he saw the tuition fee of AdMU (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...Sa UP nalang kaya si Kring?"&lt;/span&gt;). I feel really bad that, compared to when I was in Miriam, he has to pay a whole lot more, and not to mention my brothers' tuition fee also increased a lot (it's now 60K+ for Bryan, 70K+ for Kyle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose AdMU as I thought my parents would prefer me to be there than to be in UP. Besides, I've chosen the courses I wanted in both schools, so whichever university I go to is fine with me; it's up for my parents to decide. So they told me that AdMU is better as I had a better course there and that some of the subjects I've taken in Miriam will be credited in the university. But thinking of the finances... I just feel bad that they have to pay a lot. And to compare the tuition fee with that of UP's - they would've been able to save the finances for some other important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of the factors of why I chose to be in AdMU is because of my paternal relatives. Before, when they asked me the course I have chosen in UP, they commented that the courses were "not good", or in Filipino - "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pangit&lt;/span&gt;" so I asked myself whether or not it really was a bad course, and of where I will be heading when I graduate with that degree. When they asked me my courses in AdMU, they told me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano ba 'yang courses mo, Kring&lt;/span&gt;" as they didn't know what the course descriptions were. Taking into consideration what my parents told me, I decided that yes, it would be better if I studied in AdMU - atleast these people can't say that I've made a mistake (and make me feel bad or stupid) because I chose to study in UP with a course that's "not good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday when my relatives found out that I passed in both universities and that I chose to be in AdMU, they again asked the course I applied for in UP. When I told them "Speech Comm" they suddenly told me, "Hey, that's a nice course!" A big WTF. With that - and with dad talking to himself last Sunday night- I started questioning whether it was a mistake to apply in AdMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the university I chose to transfer to. I can't turn back now. Heck with the finances - I'll make it up by being in the dean's list. And as to my relatives - another big WTF. I don't want to talk to them about my college life again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5948404470428838343?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5948404470428838343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5948404470428838343&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5948404470428838343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5948404470428838343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/05/bend-in-road.html' title='Bend in the road'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5820899360105368173</id><published>2008-05-14T09:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:02:50.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>SMEXY :)</title><content type='html'>Note: You don't have to be interested in anime to understand this post. Just read along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://anime.mikomi.org/images/sized/400/600/1474.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Corda_D%27Oro_Primo_Passo"&gt;La Corda D'oro&lt;/a&gt;. And what can I say... -_- I've fallen in love with a couple of non-existent guys! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again!&lt;/span&gt; *sobs* This is what I hate about TV shows. They make you emotionally attached to either the characters or the story, ignoring the fact that they depict little resemblance to real life. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share with you the guys of the anime; I'm sure one of them will catch your interest. Haha. You're probably thinking, "This Kring, what a freak she is..." Well... I know right? XD Just now, pleeease? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj37/adikzanime/len21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Len Tsukimori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so for me, this guy's the hottest. Haha. I mean, really.  He's mysterious, anti-social, and full of pride, but deep down he's a nice guy ^_^ He's also a prodigy, being very good at the violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we met in real life &lt;/span&gt;(allow me to fantasize)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; He probably wouldn't take notice of me and wouldn't care less about me (this is what comes up even if I fantasize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll246/JS_azuma11/azuma%20yunoki/azuma2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azuma Yunoki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second hottest guy. At first I found his image a bit too... overused in depicting a pretty guy, so I thought that he wouldn't be of interest. But I was wrong. As the series progresses he becomes smexier! XD He's kind, talented, and very smart, but all of this is just a cover up of his true, dark self. Plays the flute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we met in real life:&lt;/span&gt; He'd be overly kind and formal with me, just as he is with everyone else. But deep down he'd find me annoying (Damn it, this fantasizing doesn't work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/keiichi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keiichi Shimizu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Young and cute! He's always sleepy and confused, and he talks slowly. He's just so adorable. ^_^ Sometimes, it's hard to understand what he's talking about. Plays the cello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we met in real life:&lt;/span&gt; Hm... I'd probably think that I'm talking to an alien: I just wouldn't get him. But I could stare at his face all day without him caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/hihara.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kazuki Hihara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Very friendly, and knows no social boundaries. He's also athletic and full of vigor. The most outgoing of all the five guys. Plays the trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we met in real life:&lt;/span&gt; Now this! We'd probably be friends ^_^ We're both wacky and cheerful. I could hang out with him all day long! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc236/Sally1234345/tuchi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryoutarou Tsuchiura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An athletic guy. He's very kind and is best friend material. He's the least appealing for me, so... -_- there's nothing much I can say about him. Plays the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we met in real life: We'd be friends, probably. Yeah, that's it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And could you believe that all five of them fell for this girl?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk39/coco_1213/la.jpg" alt="hino kahoko" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Argh, I just hate it -____- And can you believe she's being paired with my love, Len?! Just because she plays the violin doesn't mean you could pair her up with another violinist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to go. Still have to fix some matters regarding my reservation in AdMU. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5820899360105368173?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5820899360105368173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5820899360105368173&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5820899360105368173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5820899360105368173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/05/smexy.html' title='SMEXY :)'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll246/JS_azuma11/azuma%20yunoki/th_azuma2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-7162926865731199848</id><published>2008-05-09T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:02:48.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katipunan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars/driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illusions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nooo (insert exclamation point)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>La Corda D'oro = ♥</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't checked your blogs to see how you guys are doing. All I can do nowadays is update mine; this week has been my busiest and I barely have time to surf the net. I promise I'll get back to you next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's what I did for the week, if you want to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to UP to see the schedule of my interview (got lost in the way)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a panel interview in UP and passed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went around UP to check the schedule of interview for my other courses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Checked my ADMU results (passed ü)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving lessons started&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my test in UP (on the 12th, we'll see if I passed)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Miriam to get 2 copies of my transcript and a copy of my Honorable Dismissal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fussed about what to wear on Marvi's debut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepared things before going to Ashleiy's house (stayed there overnight)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fussed over what to give to Marvi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended Marvi's debut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fix things before going to Sta. Mesa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Sta. Mesa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dental appointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Bataan with my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if the list is actually short, but I'm not used to being this busy! Argh! I actually gained 4 pimples this week, all clustered on my left cheek -_- The agonyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm so obsessed with the anime &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Corda_D%27Oro_Primo_Passo"&gt;La Corda D'oro Primo Passo&lt;/a&gt;. It's a neoromance about a girl who doesn't know anything about music until she sees a fairy who gives her a magical violin. She's then chosen to compete in a musical concourse, and all of the male contestants - five of them, mind you - develop feelings for her. The story is so nice; and the guys... o_____o;;; they're soooo handsome! -__- How I wish I'd experience the same as the girl did o_o Anyway, I watch not on Youtube, but on &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/"&gt;Crunchyroll&lt;/a&gt;. They have a complete list of episodes, could you believe it (we don't have Animax, so there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off I go! Gonna watch some more. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-7162926865731199848?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7162926865731199848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=7162926865731199848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7162926865731199848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7162926865731199848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-corda-doro.html' title='La Corda D&apos;oro = ♥'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-9219322160461738931</id><published>2008-05-06T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:29:51.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><title type='text'>GLORY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://phdell.pbwiki.com/f/ADMU%20Seal%20Colored.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I passed the Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too happy to say more. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interdisciplinary, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-9219322160461738931?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/9219322160461738931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=9219322160461738931&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/9219322160461738931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/9219322160461738931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/05/glory.html' title='GLORY!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8137747819462709972</id><published>2008-05-02T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:54:39.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars/driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Fast and Furious</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SBrrPjWPP7I/AAAAAAAAAyw/hlpLN3SbVs0/s320/SP_A1067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195723772544368562" border="0" /&gt;I came back. Oh my gosh, could you believe it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm actually updating this blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no plans of shutting down my blog; I've just been too lazy to update. Although I have to say that the previous days have been good. I wasn't that bored as I was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Last Saturday I went to &lt;a href="http://ashleiy.multiply.com/"&gt;Ashleiy's&lt;/a&gt; house coz her dad was going to treat me to lunch (late birthday present - my birthday was February 1). We ate at... what was it called? Panday Hill? The restaurant offered Malaysian food, and oh my goodness. It was so good. So delicious. Spicy! I love the food the moment it touched my tongue. We also went to the Oceanarium (though we didn't bother going inside the Oceanarium as we originally planned, the place was jam-packed) and to SM Mall of Asia. It was great. I had a great time bonding with Ashleiy and her family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... oh yeah. I finished two books in just a week. Can you freaking believe it. And the first book I read, I read only while I was in the hospital waiting for my dental appointment. Talk about an accomplishment (well, it is for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know what. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dad bought the New Beetle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. At first I was jumping for joy, then I found out that he was going to give it to my aunt later. -_- Is this the Boulevard of Broken Dreams or what? But it's okay - I planning to get it from my aunt later, when I'm already good at driving. Mwahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And driving! Oh yes, driving. The lessons will start on Tuesday next week. Yippee! After that I could finally drive on my way to school. I'm so sick of commuting. Aside from the academics, commuting's one of the reasons why I don't want to go to school (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and yes - I've been preoccupied with two things: &lt;a href="http://kringaling.deviantart.com"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/a&gt; and Harvest Moon. The latter's a game I've been playing in the PS2. It's addicting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post's a mess. I'm typing so fast and have no time to correct typos, so sorry my post is not "readable" XP And the music? It's from the anime Rorouni Kenshin/Samurai X. Yes, I love anime. Very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8137747819462709972?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8137747819462709972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8137747819462709972&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8137747819462709972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8137747819462709972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/05/fast-and-furious.html' title='Fast and Furious'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SBrrPjWPP7I/AAAAAAAAAyw/hlpLN3SbVs0/s72-c/SP_A1067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5138623044418407432</id><published>2008-04-20T11:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:42:48.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Car Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SAqz-XnC9PI/AAAAAAAAAyM/YzWCF_EKdp0/s320/%28e%29SP_A1006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191159404568966386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the car that I'm supposed to have.&lt;br /&gt;The Volkwagen New Beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SAqz-XnC9QI/AAAAAAAAAyU/004wjesYxZI/s320/SP_A1005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191159404568966402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad already gave a down payment for this, as he was planning to make it ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, Ninang Tetet decided that this is the car that she wants, thus dad backed down and gave way for her to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad already gave a down payment, but we won't be getting it in the end? So tragic. But it's okay; I'm still a beginner, and it wouldn't be nice if the car I destroy (haha) is a yellow New Beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time will come when I'll be so rich, I could buy a hundred Volswagen cars without feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random thing happened two weeks ago. Take a look at the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SAqz-nnC9RI/AAAAAAAAAyc/vxowouSos4Y/s320/SP_A0957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191159408863933714" border="0" /&gt;Do you spot anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SAqz-nnC9SI/AAAAAAAAAyk/eIHjKI_viN0/s320/%28e%29SP_A0956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191159408863933730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kitten! In the car's engine! Haha, so cute. Apparently our Labrador, Cindy, hates cats - she actually already killed two by crushing them in her mouth. When she spotted this kitten, it made a mad dash to mum's car's engine and stayed there for a long time. We tried making it go down, but nothing worked. Too bad, I wanted to pet it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, dad's coming home from Hawaii today. He only stayed there for five days, goodness. Reminds me of when he also went to the States and stayed there for less than a week. I hope he bought Hawaiian King - it's a brand of chocolate with Macadamia nuts inside, and it tastes like... okay, so cliche - like Heaven on earth. But it's really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you that, partly because of &lt;a href="http://capricious-insanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chalfonso&lt;/a&gt;'s influence, I got a bit interested in yaoi (yaoi=boy to boy). I know it's weird but, sigh, yaoi drawings are so cute. &gt;_&gt; Although I'm only interested in drawings and not on stories. I've already drawn yaoi, but I'll show it to you some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://sakimichan.deviantart.com/art/Kiss-n-then-some-yaoi-ish-77701304"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see one of the yaoi artworks I found interesting on DeviantArt (hey, if you don't like the subject matter then it's none of your business T_T). I don't know why I suddenly had an interest in yaoi, but what the heck... why do I keep explaining myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Chalfonso... T_T I hate her. She won "Best Female Head Turner" in her cousin's grad ball. But can you expect less when she looked like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/neko-cha/03272008205-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/neko-cha/Copyof03272008209.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, she took these pictures &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;the grad ball. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we do know that birds of the same feather flock together, so if she's beautiful, then what does that tell you about me? Hahaha. Whoo! THE AIR! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5138623044418407432?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5138623044418407432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5138623044418407432&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5138623044418407432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5138623044418407432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/04/car-story.html' title='Car Story'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/SAqz-XnC9PI/AAAAAAAAAyM/YzWCF_EKdp0/s72-c/%28e%29SP_A1006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1919430612803952746</id><published>2008-04-18T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:20:50.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><title type='text'>The magnificent Body Building Belt</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I don't care about the blog's readership anymore. I just want to write well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is screwed up. Last night my brother, Bryan, discovered a hidden treasure, namely the Body Building Belt, in one of the cabinets of my study table. I decided to give it a shot today. Having been kept away for so long, I thought it wouldn't work but holy hell - it did. And the neat thing about it is that I can adjust the vibration of the belt so that the workout would be more intense. So I adjusted it more, higher and higher --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- until I got electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, this Body Building Belt works through a battery and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get electrocuted&lt;/span&gt;? Where's the sense in that? I'm not going to use it again. Well... at least not today. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Lara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom&lt;br /&gt;2. Dad&lt;br /&gt;3. Kyle&lt;br /&gt;4. Bryan&lt;br /&gt;5. Diana Pobre&lt;br /&gt;6. Ashleiy Kasala&lt;br /&gt;7. Nuel Mindanao&lt;br /&gt;8. Arjay Mendoza&lt;br /&gt;9. Joan Del Monte&lt;br /&gt;10. Roseanne Dimaranan&lt;br /&gt;11. Che Martires&lt;br /&gt;12. Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;13. Mikey Way&lt;br /&gt;14. Jennifer Jamora&lt;br /&gt;15. April Ancheta&lt;br /&gt;16. Yoni Gonzales&lt;br /&gt;17. Alex Cunanan&lt;br /&gt;18. Hamille Reambillo&lt;br /&gt;19. Cha Fuentes&lt;br /&gt;20. Ash's friend RC&lt;br /&gt;21. Jomi Ballesteros&lt;br /&gt;22. Kyra Ballesteros&lt;br /&gt;23. Drex Lacson&lt;br /&gt;24. Ryan Lacson&lt;br /&gt;25. Joy Borja&lt;br /&gt;26. Katrina Halili&lt;br /&gt;27. Brandon Routh&lt;br /&gt;28. Soujiro Seta (wth)&lt;br /&gt;29. Marian Rivera&lt;br /&gt;30. Janina San Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;Roseanne. She was my diagonal mate (the front mate of my seat mate) back in our first year HS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 6?&lt;br /&gt;Ashleiy. Oh. Then I wouldn't have come to her debut and...  no comment. Haha.  But seriously, I would've missed a lot if I hadn't met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 20 and 15 dated?&lt;br /&gt;RC and April. I'll be knocked off my socks. That'd be surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could marry between 6 and 14 who will it be?&lt;br /&gt;Ashleiy or Jenny. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neither! &lt;/span&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever like 9?&lt;br /&gt;Joan. At first I didn't, but now we're very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;Bryan. He tries not to show it but yeah, I already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 4 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and Alex. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would number 1 and 2 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 8.&lt;br /&gt;Arjay. He's a tall guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like 12?&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Way. 'Like' is an understatement.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 17.&lt;br /&gt;Alex. She's a clown. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Nuel. I'll ask Ashleiy later. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 1 just confessed he/she liked you?&lt;br /&gt;Mom. 'Like' is an understatement. We love each other (as family) to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to number 15?&lt;br /&gt;April. April 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think 19 feels about you?&lt;br /&gt;Cha. I know she loves me. Hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 13 speak?&lt;br /&gt;Mikey. American english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Dad. Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade is 16 in?&lt;br /&gt;Yoni. Incoming college sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 5's favorite music?&lt;br /&gt;Diana. Oh geez, I don't know. Probably something that reminds her of Emman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 13?&lt;br /&gt;Mikey. I would, but I don't plan on being with him. I'd hit on his brother later on XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 11 single?&lt;br /&gt;Che. I'll ask Joan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Roseanne. It's Dimaranan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 7?&lt;br /&gt;Nuel. WITH NUEL?! I'm going to have to ask permission from Ashleiy first. But I do know that he likes me though. HAHAHA kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 18 live?&lt;br /&gt;Hamille. Marikina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 20?&lt;br /&gt;RC. He's smart and affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about 30?&lt;br /&gt;Janina San Miguel. Hahaha. She's a comedian without intending to be XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to tell 14 right now?&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer. Next week, UP. Alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 9?&lt;br /&gt;Joan. She was my classmate when we were in first year HS. I found her weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best and worst thing about 2?&lt;br /&gt;Dad. Best is that he's smart and funny; worse, well... he gets us banned from resorts. Haha. Our family's world is getting smaller and smaller lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to know 3 forever?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle. I suppose so. He's my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known 26?&lt;br /&gt;Katrina Halili. I'm not sure, maybe two years ago? Not personally though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 24?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan. My cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on 27?&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Routh. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss 25?&lt;br /&gt;Joy. Beso-beso, okay pa. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you hugged/kissed 22?&lt;br /&gt;Kyra. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to hug/kiss 21?&lt;br /&gt;Jomi. I wouldn't mind a friendly hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 29 your GFF?&lt;br /&gt;Marian Rivera. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hate about 23?&lt;br /&gt;Drex. He can be very naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your relationship with 28?&lt;br /&gt;Soujiro Seta. I've had a crush on him for 5 years. Or is it 6?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1919430612803952746?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1919430612803952746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1919430612803952746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1919430612803952746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1919430612803952746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/04/magnificent-body-building-belt.html' title='The magnificent Body Building Belt'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-4351853451473020500</id><published>2008-04-17T09:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:09:04.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My Heritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/96/71/12/967112_1238362e6a608445yf0d31.JPG" border="0" height="230" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I even look like Jet Li, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all fairness, I really do look like that girl up there (points to the upper one nearest me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04373239354996049 visible ontop" href="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/xa3o88_490923fa7a60845q7k1u88"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04373239354996049 visible ontop" href="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/xa3o88_490923fa7a60845q7k1u88"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04373239354996049 visible ontop" href="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/xa3o88_490923fa7a60845q7k1u88"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04373239354996049 visible ontop" href="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/xa3o88_490923fa7a60845q7k1u88"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0824387165078094 visible ontop" href="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/xa3o88_490923fa7a60845q7k1u88"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0824387165078094 visible ontop" href="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/xa3o88_490923fa7a60845q7k1u88"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0824387165078094 visible ontop" href="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/xa3o88_490923fa7a60845q7k1u88"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/xa3o88_490923fa7a60845q7k1u88" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="340" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just dreaming. But! I know that I'm going to be a celebrity soon, so why compare myself to other celebrities? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dreaming, since last week I've started to remember my dreams. When I wake up I remember the important details. Even if the day has gone, I still remember them. Cool, right? This is the first step towards lucid dreaming. For those who don't know lucid dreaming - it's when you're aware that you're dreaming while you're dreaming. And with this, you can take control of your dream, and you can do anything you want, like fly or travel. I really want to master lucid dreaming because I can travel to other countries for free ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I made a new, private blog in which I will show a more serious side of me. I've noticed how I've been goofing off in this blog, and I don't think it can help me with my writing skills if I keep joking around. So there. But I hope I'll still write here as regularly as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to write at the other blog. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-4351853451473020500?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4351853451473020500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=4351853451473020500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4351853451473020500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4351853451473020500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-heritage.html' title='My Heritage'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8296402494066321011</id><published>2008-04-14T13:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:04:58.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A petty argument</title><content type='html'>Many of you want to know whether or not the three-day diet worked on me. I actually can't tell - our weighing scale's not working. But mom did lose two pounds (not forgetting the fact that she was actually snacking on fruits in-between the diet). But I have to tell you that these type of diets aren't recommendable as it focuses on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quick &lt;/span&gt;weight loss rather than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safe &lt;/span&gt;weight loss. So I think the best you've got to do is eat in moderation and exercise/go into sports. Not only will you lose weight but tone your muscles as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this summer I've been doing nothing but eat, read, play the PS2, and go play badminton with my brother, Bryan. It's nice that I finally have a daily workout, but aside from that, I feel like I'm not that productive. I mean - I'm not learning anything new and not meeting new people. Which is disappointing as summer is the perfect time to, well, have time to do these types of things. But, whatever. I don't know how, but I'll make sure that this summer's going to be a fruitful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad kind of got into a fight last Saturday night. It isn't exactly a "fight" as it was only mum who was angry and dad was just his usual self. It happened like this: mum was stressed 'coz she did lots of things that day and wasn't able to get enough sleep. She sat down in the living room and called for a cab to bring my aunt and cousin at the airport the next day. Then dad comes to the living room and asks her where the change of his money was, mum having enrolled Bryan at Kumon. She said that she used it to buy ice cream for us. Then dad laughed and joked, "Why did you buy ice cream? It isn't your money," and I laughed with him. After all, these types of jokes are very common in our family. But mum didn't laugh, glared at dad, and said, "I have money in my bag, if you want your change then get that" I was surprised with the way she responded, but I was still laughing, and I said, "Mum, it was just a joke" Then she looked at me, gave me a face, then suddenly slammed the receiver to the floor. She then marched to her room. Dad and I were like, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very alarmed. I knew she was crying at the room. Dad just told me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang pikon ng mommy mo &lt;/span&gt;(your mom isn't a sport)" and proceeded to watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think that dad's insensitive to not approach and apologize to mum right away, but he's like that. He wants mum to cool down first before he decides to talk to her. Either that or he just talks to mum about trivial matters the next day, and they become okay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly mum's plans change. She decides to go to work the next day, Sunday, not go with us to our relatives, and not join us in our game of badminton. I was irritated when I found that out, because mum's starting to hurt us, her children, too. I mean, if she's angry at dad she should not make her children feel as if something's wrong. I wanted to tell her that, but I didn't have the guts to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they're already okay, I think. They talk normally and mum's starting to laugh at dad's jokes again. I just hope I wouldn't see or hear of them fighting like that again. Having a very happy family, that type of scenario's already too much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's going to Hawaii tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;! And he just told us last Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think that my parents are okay as dad's going to Hawaii tomorrow, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very envious of him. I want to go with him -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-8296402494066321011?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8296402494066321011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=8296402494066321011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8296402494066321011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/8296402494066321011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/04/petty-argument.html' title='A petty argument'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-3440345414110956952</id><published>2008-04-07T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:41:51.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Genius brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09924087958261264 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/09RKtUCyagY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09924087958261264 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/09RKtUCyagY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09924087958261264 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/09RKtUCyagY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09924087958261264 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/09RKtUCyagY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09924087958261264 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/09RKtUCyagY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09924087958261264 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/09RKtUCyagY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09924087958261264 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/09RKtUCyagY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/09RKtUCyagY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/09RKtUCyagY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person shown in the video isn't my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the piece being played here was also played by my brother last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he played it ignoring the fact that he hasn't taken up piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just thought of the notes he would use and did a trial and error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he got it. Greensleaves by Mozart. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also got the Mr. Bean theme song and two of the Samurai X instrumentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he much smarter than I am?! Oh well, at least I overpower him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so mom and I are currently on the three-day diet, and this is our first day. I'm doing pretty well; I thought it that this diet's hard because my intake of food is so small, but as of now I could still manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diet promises to shed off 5 to 10 pounds in three days because of the interaction of the food with one another. Let me share with you the meals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black coffee/tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 a Grapefruit or juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 slice of toast with 1 tbsp peanut butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup tuna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 slice of toast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black coffee/tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 oz any lean red meat or chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup each of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carrots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regular vanilla ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black coffee/tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 egg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 a banana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 slice of toast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup of cottage cheese/tuna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 regular saltine crackers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 beef franks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup of broccoli/cabbage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup carrots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 banana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup of regular vanilla ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black coffee/tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 regular saltine crackers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 oz cheddar cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 apple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 boiled egg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 slice of toast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black coffee/tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup each of:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carrots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cauliflower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup regular vanilla ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, how does it sound like? Looks pretty hard, but I think I should eat slowly so that I'd feel fuller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have nothing more to say. I can't wait for my driving lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-3440345414110956952?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3440345414110956952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=3440345414110956952&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3440345414110956952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3440345414110956952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/04/genius-brother.html' title='Genius brother'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6422525486674335176</id><published>2008-04-05T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:22:24.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Blah and blah</title><content type='html'>The reason why I haven't updated for a long time? The PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! After a year of waiting, dad finally thought of having our PS2 fixed. And now it's finally okay! Yippeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two new games to kill my time with, and since I'm into RPGs (role-playing games), I got Shadow Hearts from the New World and Dirge of Cerberus (Final Fantasy VII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://benippon.com/shop/i/4797333812.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.euroconsolas.com/euroconsolas/spain/images/g_P2CADOC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so much about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/54/52594571/1_990534204l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;My clique went to my house last Wednesday. It was so much fun! Though they left with so much mess... T_T We had a great time singing (since I borrowed my Ninang Tetet's Magic Sing), but two of my buddies stayed in my room &lt;u&gt;all day&lt;/u&gt;, either just lying down on my bed/surfing the net. They refused to go out of the room because it was air-conditioned, and going out would be too hot for them! So starchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, April, has not uploaded the pictures yet, so this picture will have to do. It was taken last June. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it was mom's birthday last Thursday. We ate in Maxs like, two times. Haha. Ube Decadence is so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be taking driving lessons already! ^___^ At long last. All the sessions will amount to ten hours. I'm so excited! And I hope dad buys that car he's been eyeing on (Toyota Yaris). Or, if the gods allow it - I hope he buys the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;car he's been eyeing on - the New Beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.carbodydesign.com/production-cars/2005-08-26-toyota-yaris-rav4/New%20Toyota%20Yaris%201-mid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.classicsandcustoms.com/list/images/X_2000_Volkswagen_New_Beetle_GL_05072007123541_17114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, it is love~♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blabbering about random things as I have nothing to say (apparently nothing significant's happening in my life right now). 'Til then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6422525486674335176?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6422525486674335176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6422525486674335176&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6422525486674335176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6422525486674335176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/04/blah-and-blah.html' title='Blah and blah'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-3608770923235337060</id><published>2008-03-31T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:19:41.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>No damnation, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos-444.friendster.com/e1/photos/44/45/4545444/1_217694471l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 18th birthday, Jil honey. A girl like you deserves nothing but the best.Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's 12 AM. I'm kinda restless. Check that - I'm agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received my freaking report card. Want to see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Course Description              Grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhythmic Activities                            4.5&lt;br /&gt;Biblical Foundation of Christian Faith         4.5&lt;br /&gt;Child Adolescent Development                   4.5&lt;br /&gt;Educational Technology I                       4.0&lt;br /&gt;Speech Communication                           4.5&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Humanities                     4.5&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Statistics                          2.0&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Sociology                      3.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semestral QPA (Quality Point Average)          3.9130&lt;br /&gt;CQPA (Cumulative Quality Point Average)        4.0465&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grading System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.0 (99-100)- Excellent          FA  - Failure due to absences&lt;br /&gt;4.5 (96-98) - Superior           INC - Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;4.0 (93-95) - Very good          W   - Withdrawn from course&lt;br /&gt;3.5 (90-92) - Good               NE  - Never entered&lt;br /&gt;3.0 (87-89) - Average            EX  - Excellent&lt;br /&gt;2.5 (84-86) - Low average        VG  - Very good&lt;br /&gt;2.0 (81-83) - Below average      G   - Good&lt;br /&gt;1.5 (78-80) - Fair               S   - Satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;1.0 (75-77) - Poor performance   FS  - Fairly satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;F - Failed&lt;br /&gt;P - Passed&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy. I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I got an crappy, effing 2 in Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a codigo and all in my finals, but I still get a 2?! It's repulsive! (And to think I got a perfect 5 in the subject last semester... -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really worried about how my dad would react to that. All this time he's been thinking of how brilliant I suddenly am in Math, only for him to see my crappy report card and realize that his daughter is below average in her Statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sociology? Don't blame me - blame our prof. She's one of if not the most useless prof I have ever had. If she's a normal teacher, she should've 1) brought her class record and other academic stuff in class and not just her handbag, and 2) realized that I actually should get an FA in her class as I have been present in her class for only half a semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammmmmiiiiiitttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should pass ADMU and/or UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to Miriam anymore... -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna cry already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I should really use The Secret right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-3608770923235337060?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3608770923235337060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=3608770923235337060&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3608770923235337060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3608770923235337060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-damnation-please.html' title='No damnation, please'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6228312045750559167</id><published>2008-03-26T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:37:10.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>That is, like, so gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! 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important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDSGmx8c2AM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese people are so cute -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate the fact that I love Japan. I mean, loving a place where you know you won't fit in, with the barriers and all - that sucks man. I want to be Japanese (but I'm not complaining about being Filipino, I'm actually proud of that)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video made me laugh hard. I know it's kinda corny, but still - it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03792170886248105 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when we were in Camsur Watersports Complex my brother, Bryan, conversed with a foreigner. They talked when Bryan finished a round in wakeboarding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreigner: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: I'm fine, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Foreigner: You're a much better swimmer than your sister.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: How did you know that I have a sister?&lt;br /&gt;Foreigner: I heard you when you called her 'ate'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%"&gt;T___________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You're a much better swimmer than your sister"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...much better swimmer than your sister..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"...swimmer than your sister..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"...your sister..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Is my swimming that bad?! Well, what's there to expect from a non-athletic, unfit, aging lady like me compared to an athletic, healthy, vigorous and active eleven-year-old?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that comment came from a foreigner... T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6228312045750559167?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6228312045750559167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6228312045750559167&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6228312045750559167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6228312045750559167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-is-like-so-gay.html' title='That is, like, so gay'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2129444265577151224</id><published>2008-03-24T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:25:10.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nooo (insert exclamation point)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>While sleeping, I dreamt that I've joined the Bb. Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I didn't make it to the top 10 -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, people say that dreams that take place on nighttime are opposite to what happens in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means that, not only will I get to join Bb. Pilipinas, I'll bring home the crown, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or does it mean that I won't get to join at all?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated right now. And fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGosh, I couldn't believe how much I gained this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I graduated from high school, I constantly gained fats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-517.friendster.com/e1/photos/71/50/36640517/124072761l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-b-jLkV1II/AAAAAAAAAxc/W1fML8vdixI/s400/IMG_1384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181108301690426498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I cuss just this once? Could I? ...Oh my fucking goodness! I'm so fucking fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fat, in fact, that even my mom agreed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school I always complained about being fat (well, I always had baby fats since way back when; my tummy has never been flat), but mom would tell me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anak&lt;/span&gt;, you're just overreacting. You're thin already!" But now whenever I'd complain about that, she'd tell me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yan kasi, kain ka ng kain. Ang taba mo na nga. Wag ka na kumain ng kanin at bumalik ka na sa pagta-&lt;/span&gt;taebo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mo. &lt;/span&gt;(That's the consequence of eating too much. You're right; you're already fat. Don't eat rice anymore, and do your taebo again.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is so frustrating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll do as mom tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should fall in love, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 2nd year high school I fell in love (puppy love) with someone, and because of constantly being confused and upset, I didn't have any appetite. I actually always felt full even though I didn't eat anything. So as a result, I lost &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt; of fat and shed off my piggy image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not in love anymore. So I'm regaining my image once again -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I hate my genes. (Haha, I'm putting the blame on my genes once more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. I need to discipline my exercise and food intake. As in, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me a whole lot of luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2129444265577151224?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2129444265577151224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2129444265577151224&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2129444265577151224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2129444265577151224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/03/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-b-jLkV1II/AAAAAAAAAxc/W1fML8vdixI/s72-c/IMG_1384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-7062948910427299339</id><published>2008-03-21T18:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:10:13.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i ♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soujiro♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Supertrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-OKvbkV03I/AAAAAAAAAvU/gjmBkxy25PI/s320/IMG_1081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180136543864869746" border="0" /&gt;Got home from our trip yesterday. We were supposed to head home the day before, but due to the many places (there was Naga, Legaspi, and Donsol) to see plus the little time we had, dad decided to extend our stay by a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was average: I had many fun moments, but it was equal if not overriden by annoying happenings caused by some of my annoying relatives (particularly by the grown-ups who are miserably single). -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be giving a blow-by-blow account of the trip (really?), that'd be too boring and time-consuming. Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I. On the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip takes eight hours by car, so in order to prevent traffic we had to leave at 4 AM. We met up with our relatives in some gasoline station an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known that Kyle, my younger brother, is a super-smart kid, and in this trip he again made me aware of how he may be smarter than me. -_- Here's how the conversation went in the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(*My family talks about my armpits, which is really annoying*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bryan, you forgot to wax my armpits last night.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Oh, yeah! I told you I should've waxed it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's okay, I waxed them off myself.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: It's really hard, isn't it, having a forest for an armpit.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_- ...&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(*Defending me*)&lt;/span&gt; Kring'll laser her armpits one day.&lt;br /&gt;Kring: Yeah! That I will. Laser.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (*Defining laser*)&lt;/span&gt; Light amplification by stimulation; emission of radiation.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(*Silence, then blood trickles from my nose*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;When I was 12 I didn't talk about such things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;What's up with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't the eldest children supposed to be the ones to get all the brains their parents have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we later found out that he got that definition from the club he joined two years ago, the Book Lovers Club. When did books start to have definitions of lasers? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many breathtaking sites on the way to Bicol. But my favorite was the Lamon Bay in Gumaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/066/f/6/Stop_Over_by_trumpo.jpg" alt="Stop Over by ~trumpo on DeviantArt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the bay looks amazing. This picture doesn't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a grueling nine-and-a-half hours, we finally made it to &lt;a href="http://www.camsurwatersportscomplex.com/"&gt;Camsur Watersports Complex&lt;/a&gt;, or CWC, the resort we stayed at in Bicol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II. CWC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief introduction: CWC is reputed to be the best cable wake park in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the Villa del Ray Villas, which is the most expensive villa in CWC. We had no choice, by the way, coz the other villas were full. We got two rooms, since one room isn't enough for all of us (there were 12 of us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.camsurwatersportscomplex.com/photo_album/main.php?cmd=image&amp;amp;var1=Accomodations%2FVillas%2Faerial_villas.jpg&amp;amp;var2=380_85_cwc_small.png_RD" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.camsurwatersportscomplex.com/photo_album/main.php?cmd=image&amp;amp;var1=Accomodations%2FVillas%2F_shp7549.jpg&amp;amp;var2=500_85_cwc_mid.png_RD" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I told you of how we cheat our way to these types of things? Sneaky, I know. And we actually already got banned from some resorts. -_-V Anyway, what we always do is: 1. Not tell the truth of how many we really are and 2. Bring a rice cooker, water heater, food, etc even if it's not allowed. Money is important, people. Must save as much as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the villa is so nice! So cozy: the bed and pillows are soft, plus the comfort room and bath room are so appealing to use. Hehe. Plus there's also an outdoor jacuzzi, and the TV has cable, too! Love.♥ I actually thought to myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I get a job, I'm going to have a house like this. Bigger, of course, but like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-OrMbkV04I/AAAAAAAAAvc/DfsmDjnnzWc/s320/IMG_1027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180172226453164930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am, trying out the jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;III. Second day: CWC + Mount Mayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since CWC is the best cable wake park in Asia, we shouldn't miss on trying wakeboarding ourselves. Though I'm not sure whether we wakeboarded or kneeboarded... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quarter to nine when we went to the man-made lake to go wakeboarding. I kinda expected that the grown-ups would just be watching and not joining us to go wakeboarding, and I thought right. It was just me with my brothers and my two cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-OrM7kV05I/AAAAAAAAAvk/OkXN-bdw9EY/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180172235043099538" border="0" /&gt;From left: Kyle, Bryan, me, Drex, and Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-OtrbkV07I/AAAAAAAAAv0/f3K69n2b0sc/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180174958052365234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakeboarding/Kneeboarding/Whatever we did there wasn't so bad when we got the hang of it. At first it was hard to hold on to the cable, I didn't expect it to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; fast. Plus my arms and hands hurt from holding on. But later on I got hooked, although I didn't last longer than one whole round, and then I'd fall to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Tita Rose was sooo embarrassing. When I got back from my first round at the lake, she saw that I was full of sand, thus she called me "Miss Earth" After that, whenever I'd go wakeboarding again, she would shout at the top of her lungs, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"GO MISS EARTH!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and people (which included LOTS of foreigners) would go look around, saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh, there's a Miss Earth candidate here?&lt;/span&gt; And when they see me they're all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, so it was a joke, after all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So embarrassing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to Legaspi, a good one and a half hour from CWC, to see the Mayon Volcano (or as my Tita Rose called it, Mount Volcano) from the Cagsawa Ruins. When we got there we were disappointed as Mayon was covered by the clouds. Turns out, the Mayon Volcano seldom shows itself in its full glory, because clouds always envelope it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-OwWrkV09I/AAAAAAAAAwE/TH1ZTLe83gw/s400/Kids+%40+the+church+tower+ruins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180177900104963026" border="0" /&gt;With my brothers at the submerged tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-OwW7kV0-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/-raPL-Rgnu4/s400/Me+%26+Kring.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180177904399930338" border="0" /&gt;With mom at the submerged church ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-OwXbkV0_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/Zsizz89nqQc/s400/Part+of+the+submerged+church+ruins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180177912989864946" border="0" /&gt;Apparently, mom is trying to make me look vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was here that dad found us a tourist guide, Kuya Jules. He would be with us on the next day of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was already worrying about whether or not we'll make it on time to CWC so that I could watch my favorite anime, Samurai X on Studio 23, 8 PM. I wanted to watch the episode especially since it would feature my long-time crush, Soujiro Seta (loved him since 5 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/heavenly_smiles_18/cap096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;So handsome... -_- too bad you're just a cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So when we were finished with the Cagsawa Ruins, I thought,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; finally we're going to go back now...&lt;/span&gt; but it turns out that we weren't. We still went to some mountain top. And it was already 7 PM when the adults decided to return to CWC, and with a hour and a half trip back I didn't get to watch the episode with my beloved Soujiro. My cousins and brothers sympathized with me since they're also avid watchers of Samurai X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here was when a particular unmarried relative started to get annoying. Argh. So irritating. I won't put it into details now, but s/he wanted the trip to go his/her way, and s/he wants us younger ones to behave to the point where just a little witty remark will make him/her turn to us and give us a mean look. S/he has lost the child in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV. Third day: to Donsol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this day Kuya Jules was with us to be our tourist guide. We went to various places on our way to Donsol, which is in Sorsogon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Hoyop Hoyopan Cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is a good part of the trip. The Hoyop Hoyopan Cave is beautiful and exciting. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And who would've thought that there'd be human fossils there, dating back from 200 BC?&lt;/span&gt; I saw it with my own eyes, a part of the feet and the ribs. Too bad I didn't get to touch it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-PAI7kV1DI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qSMBVRXVhnI/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180195256067806258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing happened inside the cave; too bad I didn't get to record it since it's worthy to be aired on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bitoy's Funniest Videos.&lt;/span&gt; See, there's a part of the cave wherein the holes are small and you have to squeeze your way through them in order to move on to the other parts of the cave. All of us didn't have difficulty in squeezing through; it's Filipino-sized, after all. But my huge Tita Rose had a different story. Half of us have already passed through the holes, and it was her turn. She couldn't fit! All of us had to go through before she could try to squeeze herself again. It was REALLY FUNNY. She tried every possible move, bent her body in every possible angle for the sake of going in. It took so long, and all of us were laughing. It was hilarious, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, just now Kyle corrected some of the grammatical errors he found on this post. T_____T I hate him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-O9AbkV1BI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KzxpS7h4ty0/s400/HoyopHoyopan+cave.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180191811504034834" border="0" /&gt;My family + relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seated&lt;/u&gt;: Ninong Ipoy and me, holding a crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Huddled on the left, clockwise&lt;/u&gt;: Drex (in green shirt), Ninang Tetet, Ninong Joji, Ryan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tita Rose&lt;/span&gt;, Ace, Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Huddled to the right&lt;/u&gt;: Mom, Kyle, Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought some crystals as souvenirs, and the crystals are said to have energizing properties. Just submerge them on your drinking/bathing water for a while and presto. Energizing water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Mayon Volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch after that and went to the Mayon Volcano (not at the tip, of course). We ate there; and it was also there where I found out of the tragedy that struck Kuya Jules. His mother and younger sibling were swept away and killed by the typhoon Reming. I feel sorry for him because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-PHk7kV1GI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Mo16wwusPMU/s400/IMG_1119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180203433685537890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired and wanted to rest after lunch, but the trip wasn't over yet. We went to a waterfall, where we didn't bathe at all. Too bad. This time it was Drex - Tita Rose's son - who made a blooper. He stumbled through one of the boulders. Dad laughed so hard that he put Drex to shame. Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-PAJLkV1EI/AAAAAAAAAw8/XNJewQynscE/s320/%28e%29SP_A0937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180195260362773570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that we finally went to the place in Donsol where we would be staying. It was a humble beach resort, the TV had no cable (so I can't watch Samurai X &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;) and there were no fancy stuff or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came another blooper from Tita Rose. The kids, along with me and Tita Rose, were at the beach, and since Tita Rose and I were just there to watch the kids, she decided that both of us play a game. She drew a big circle and told me that we run along the lines of the circle and tag each other. So we did. I was having so much fun running around the circle (we looked like idiots), and after a while, when she tagged me she lost control of herself, ran outside the circle and fell face-first to the sand just near the water. AND I LAUGHED SOOOO HARD! I'm laughing now just by the thought of it. Anyway, as I said, I laughed so hard that I peed in my shorts. That's how funny it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV. Day IV: Whale-watching and going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we went to Donsol in the first place was to interact with the whale sharks, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;butanding &lt;/span&gt;as we call it. So at 8 AM we went to another resort, just near the one we were at, as that was the place where these interactions were financially settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Ninong Joji didn't bother coming, because aside from the butanding interaction being expensive (3,500 pesos), they also had to rest as they were going to drive us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first up to see the butanding were me and Kyle, since there were only two guys who were with us so we had to go at it two at a time. And guess what I saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.camperspoint.com/photos/Donsol,_20040824-11:48:36.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whale shark, baby. It's HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing. It's the first time I've seen a butanding so close. Kyle and Ryan were lucky, though; they were able to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished after three hours, after that we ate, packed our things, and went home. Though we went back to CWC to stay the night there; it was already 8 PM and dad didn't want to drive all the way home at an ungodly hour. And as usual, we cheated into sleeping in one of the hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V. Fourth day: HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at 8 AM. The only different thing about this trip is that we took a different route in Atimonan. We drove through the Quezon National Forest Park, and I tell you, it was AMAZING. Depending on the person, it may be seen as frightening or beautiful. But the park really was amazing. It was as if I was in a place where fairies and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anitos &lt;/span&gt;reside. The trees were humongous, and the roads were all zigzagged. You MUST go there at lest once in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home at 6 PM, just in time for American Idol. Phew! Finished, at last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-7062948910427299339?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7062948910427299339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=7062948910427299339&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7062948910427299339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7062948910427299339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/03/supertrip.html' title='Supertrip'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R-OKvbkV03I/AAAAAAAAAvU/gjmBkxy25PI/s72-c/IMG_1081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2779528059200441217</id><published>2008-03-15T10:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:27:09.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>HELLO, Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE MOMENT I'VE LONG BEEN BLEEDING FOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUMMER! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last. I've already fixed my things (read: fixed to be thrown into the garbage bin) so that I can truly feel the summer. I'm going to be able to take a break now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I'm going to spend my vacation, though. I really want to take piano lessons, but that plan's vague since we don't even have a piano at home. But I hope I'm going to have cooking lessons; I want to learn how to cook so that I &lt;s&gt;could finally have a boyfriend!&lt;/s&gt; could expand my knowledge and be a step closer to self-actualization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, last night I watched some of &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/HappySlip"&gt;HappySlip's&lt;/a&gt; videos and wow - she's funny! And really talented. I recommend you to slip into happiness by watching her.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the videos which I find entertaining:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012896854399993196 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek8iWRA6jzA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012896854399993196 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek8iWRA6jzA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012896854399993196 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek8iWRA6jzA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012896854399993196 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek8iWRA6jzA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012896854399993196 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek8iWRA6jzA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012896854399993196 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek8iWRA6jzA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012896854399993196 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek8iWRA6jzA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012896854399993196 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek8iWRA6jzA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek8iWRA6jzA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek8iWRA6jzA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See more of her videos. They're all great.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't have much to say. Only that we'll be going to Naga, Bicol tomorrow and will be staying there until Wednesday. That isn't our province; we're just going to have a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also got to read some books. I feel like my brain becomes stupid if I don't read books. I need to replenish my lost brain cells. Sooo I'm going to read Gift of Acabar and Life of Pi, and maybe reread HP book 7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2779528059200441217?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2779528059200441217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2779528059200441217&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2779528059200441217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2779528059200441217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-summer.html' title='HELLO, Summer'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-4693226440232336095</id><published>2008-03-13T17:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:57:51.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>In denial</title><content type='html'>Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; irritated with mom right now T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't even believe that I could achieve my goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the car; here's how the conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kring [K] and Mom [M] talk about random things*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Don't worry, mom, I'm going to join Bb. Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;M: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Suddenly has stern voice]&lt;/span&gt; Ay nako.... be realistic! If you're going to have a goal, make it realistic!&lt;br /&gt;K: ...What? But that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; realistic o.O&lt;br /&gt;M: Kring, you're only 5'2, and you're already 17 years old! Do you think you can grow any taller?&lt;br /&gt;K: Uh, yes??!&lt;br /&gt;M: Haynako, Kring, you have to be realistic. Don't make that a part of your dream anymore; you won't grow any taller. Why, only a miracle will make you grow up to 5'6!&lt;br /&gt;K: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Pissed]&lt;/span&gt; Alright, let's make a bet. I'll grow taller.&lt;br /&gt;M: Sure. You've told me that since who-knows-when, and you haven't even grown an inch.&lt;br /&gt;K: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Even more pissed]&lt;/span&gt; But... it's in the genes! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Thinks, argh damn you mother, for being 5 feet flat!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I don't get why everyone's either laughing or opposing with my dreams of joining Bb. Pilipinas, and of eventually becoming Ms. Universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it, my height is my only disadvantage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the beauty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;the brains (I've really got to learn how to be humble); I have all the requirements of joining the Bb. Pilipinas pageant except for the height!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;17 to 24 years old --- check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High school graduate --- check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pleasing personality --- check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good moral character --- check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;at least 5'5 in height ---  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kwakwakwa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Whatever! The people who laugh at me have no high hopes for themselves whatsoever, and they're trying so hard to let me join their club. Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm made for great things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll grow tall! In fact, I'll grow so tall that people will look up at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, it's been five days since the pageant but everyone's still laughing at/mocking Janina San Miguel. Funny. Such huge impact, Janina, to never be forgotten up to now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-4693226440232336095?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4693226440232336095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=4693226440232336095&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4693226440232336095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/4693226440232336095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-denial.html' title='In denial'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1803494540352235647</id><published>2008-03-10T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:17:31.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockmates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dissapointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>A comeback</title><content type='html'>Yes! I am so back from my hiatus. And I'm itching to write an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the best way for me to express myself to allow myself to be frank. Before, I followed the norm and wrote or spoke an opinion that people wouldn't be displeased about, but now I'm more open to be - well, open - so that I could be true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. A homage to Zara&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Valentines day, my friends and I received news that our block mate, Zara, passed away. It has been known to me the following week that she committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When talking about her and her death, everything to me seems to shift into a dreamlike mode: strange, unreal. See, it's my first time losing someone so young, and that someone happens to be a sweet and playful girl. I can't believe that she has planned all of this all along - it's not her. She's always happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, when Zara was still here, I never really liked her. I think she would have said the same thing about me. We just didn't click. But that doesn't matter anymore; whatever bitchy thing I do now wouldn't affect her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it right if I say that I talk to her even now? I talk to her when I think about her, and when I do, I'd tell her an honest truth that what she did wasn't right. That I'm furious that she took away her life, and that she has already gotten the attention she wanted. Didn't she even think of her family and her friends when she decided to end it all? It's foolish. But it's already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zara, I don't know where you really are, because religion dictates that you're suffering in the flames now. Wherever you are, that's where you deserve to be. Rest well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II. Bb. Pilipinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T______T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;win?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/2469/0815rc5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, she's beautiful, BUT - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the effing hell is with that effing english?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did she win?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's how her Q&amp;amp;A portion went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;Paolo Bediones: Janina, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Janina San Miguel: I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Bediones: Alright, so you won two of the major awards - Best in Long Gown, Best in Swimsuit, do you feel any pressure right now?&lt;br /&gt;Janina San Miguel: No, I don't feel any pressure right now.&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Bediones: Confident! Alright! Please choose a name of the judge.&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Bediones: We have Miss Vivienne Tan.&lt;br /&gt;Vivienne Tan: Good Evening.&lt;br /&gt;Janina San Miguel: Good Evening.&lt;br /&gt;Vivienne Tan: The question is, what role did your family play to you as candidate to Binibining Pilinas?&lt;br /&gt;Janina San Miguel: Well, my family's role for me is so important b'coz there was the wa- they're, they was the one who's... very... Hahahaha... Oh I'm so sorry, Ahhmm... My pamily... My family... Oh my god... I'm... Ok, I'm so sorry... I... I told you that I'm so confident... Eto, Ahhmm, Wait... Hahahaha, Ahmmm, Sorry guys because this was really my first pageant ever b'coz I'm only 17 years old and ahahaha I, I did not expect that I came from, I came from one of the top 10. Hmmm, so... but I said that my family is the most important persons in my life. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um, Janina? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You didn't even answer the question?! &lt;/span&gt;Geez. Here's the video of the Q&amp;amp;A portion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-030463127026678394 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKwmseoKFCo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the judges? Did her sense of humor charm them into giving her the Bb. Pilipinas-World title?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a theory. Maybe those foreigners who are also judges made Janina's score so high so that she could compete in the Miss World pageant. That being said, these foreign judges won't have to worry about the Philippines winning against their countries in the international pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so embarrassing. I'm sure the country wouldn't bag the Miss World title this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that Elizabeth Nacuspag would win; she's intelligent and she carries herself so well, but she only came as 2nd runner up. Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/349/0818wa5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Elizabeth! You should've won! You have a unique beauty and big brains that would definitely make our country proud. You should have worn a crown last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Bb. Pilipinas, I want to join the competition. I want to so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 17, and I'm 5'2-5'3 in height, so my friends laugh their heads off whenever I tell them that I'm going to join Bb. Pilipinas. One of them, Jil, texted me, "Oh no! Give up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang tangkad nila eh. Hindi ka uubra.&lt;/span&gt;  (they're so tall; you won't stand a chance) Hahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm going to take Cherifer multivitamins from now on, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the beauty and the brains (please bear with me XD), the only problem I have now is my height and my excess fats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach 5'7 before you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I want to represent the Philippines in Ms. Universe. I think I have the chance to win that competition XD Really! I'm not kidding around. So I'm going to grow tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;III. Math finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a 5 (equivalent to 100) in Algebra last semester. But not listening to Statistics this sem pulled my grade down. My computed average is only a 2, so I have to get a 5 or 4.5 in order to get a 3.5 final grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was desperate to get a high grade in my finals in Stat yesterday, so I, er... cheated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;codigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure I'll get a perfect score. Although I apologized to God after. I knew that I would gain nothing by cheating, and that I'd only be fooling myself, but it was a desperate situation (and I know that that reason still isn't acceptable). Man. If I could transfer to UP or ADMU, I swear that I will try my best not to cheat anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IV. Updates&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been happening with me lately? Well, I'm just going to put them in bullet form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had my period! - I'm not sure if this is weird, but I'm grateful whenever I have my period. See, my cycle is irregular, and it takes two to three months before I get another period. There was a time when I became afraid and I prayed, "God, I've realized that I want to have children when I grow up. I want kids who look like me and whom I can call my own. So please, God, let me have my period. I don't want to be barren." And God grants it when I worry again. And whenever He does, I become happy despite the pain in my buttocks. (Another weird thing, I guess. The pain goes to my butt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're going to Naga, Bicol this Sunday! So if you guys are going there just tell me ^_^ It's a good thing that we aren't going anywhere near a beach, as my body isn't prepared to wear a bikini. Have to exercise!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still focused on school - but focused isn't the way to put it. Maybe it's just the biggest priority in my life and I'm forcing myself to do my best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watch American Idol. And I cried hard when Danny Noriega was voted off. :'( Why Danny, of all people? He's got the most colorful personality ever!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.americanidol.com/photos/229/29413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://media.americanidol.com/photos/229/29413.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny, come back! I love you no matter what your sexual preference is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all there is to me right now -_- Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1803494540352235647?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1803494540352235647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1803494540352235647&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1803494540352235647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1803494540352235647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/03/comeback.html' title='A comeback'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-3959783604866662162</id><published>2008-02-06T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:45:15.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i ♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>It hurts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'VE REVERTED TO A CLASSIC TEMPLATE; I'M GOING TO PUT UP ALL THE LINKS IN THE WEEKEND. DON'T WORRY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this skin! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I've been updating less and less? I've just been either busy or lazy, that's all.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, update. Last Saturday, mum and I went to Edsa Shangrila to buy me a birthday present: the Topshop sweatshirt I've been eyeing on since I first saw it. And thank goodness, it was still there. Quite expensive, though, at 2395 pesos. But it's okay; I mean, it's not everyday that I make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luho&lt;/span&gt;, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R6mLdKQWH-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/noyfKux9npY/s400/%28e%29SP_A0521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163811780842364898" border="0" /&gt;And if you take a look at the pattern, it's like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R6mLd6QWH_I/AAAAAAAAAuk/JCBwaCJqgLk/s400/%28e%29SP_A0522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163811793727266802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool :D After buying that we went straight to SM Megamall to return dad's oversized Lacoste polo, and I bought some stuff along the way - using my own money. Yeowch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really love the nail polish sold at &lt;a href="http://www.thefaceshop.com.hk/" target="_blank"&gt;The Face Shop&lt;/a&gt;. The colors are bright, and when you apply it, the color is solid on your nails. It's expensive compared to other brands (95 pesos), but it's so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two in my collection, but I added three more: light green, magenta, and sky blue. And I'm going to buy a bright, yellow one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R6mLeKQWIAI/AAAAAAAAAus/Tu2qPPh3h70/s400/SP_A0509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163811798022234114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoorah for The Face Shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've also bought gladiator sandals from Celine because mum told me that I needed a new pair badly (she knows my necessities more than I do haha). Aside from slippers, I've noticed how I can't find anything to slip on when I'm wearing shorts. So there! This comes at a thousand pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R6mLeaQWIBI/AAAAAAAAAu0/SABQ_BrcZ_8/s400/%28e%29SP_A0520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163811802317201426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I spent... 1285 pesos from my own money. Sigh. I've really got to go to the bank immediately to deposit my cash, otherwise I'll end up with nothing again. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the start of the Lenten season, so I'm going to have a reason to fast. Hoorah. :D It's hard to cut down on meals, though, especially when you have a bottomless pit for a stomach. But I can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was confused a while ago, coz aside from the start of the Lenten season, it's also a time for celebration - Chinese New Year. So I ate half cups of rice, but I also ate tikoy (glutinous rice cake). I was all, "Damn, what should I be celebrating anyway?! Should I fast or should I be merry?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-3959783604866662162?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3959783604866662162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=3959783604866662162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3959783604866662162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/3959783604866662162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/02/notice-how-ive-been-updating-less-and.html' title='It hurts!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R6mLdKQWH-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/noyfKux9npY/s72-c/%28e%29SP_A0521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-7715092835770666716</id><published>2008-02-01T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:42:02.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><title type='text'>Out with the old, in with the new</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday! Yeah! And I'm now super seventeen.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this. Haha. Being a year older gives me a sense of renewal, a go sign in changing myself for the better. I've wasted my sixteenth year; I've done practically nothing at that age, which is kind of upsetting as people have dubbed the age "sweet sixteen" Nothing about my being sixteen was sweet. It was total bullsh*t (sigh, got to stop with the profanity). -_- I mean, hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sixteen was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In terms of love life? Absolute bull. If I was not rejected, then I was loveless. But hey, sixteen is too young an age to experience love, right? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;old fashioned, Kring. So old fashioned.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Focused primarily on my studies - I know it sucks, but everything I did was for the sake of my grades (and up to now it still is). Why? Because I need to transfer to another school (just how many times have I said that?).&lt;br /&gt;3. Practically boring - No partying (heck I'm not even into partying in the first place), no drinking, no night life, no nothing. As I said - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;studies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wasted - I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;joined any extracurricular activities, no clubs, orgs... yeah, totally boring. But what can I say? I'm concentrating on my studies XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare my sweet sixteen to a year of working in an office. That's how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my sixteen wasn't so bad, really, because I've gotten some good experiences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being at the top for the first time - from being at the back of the pack in my high school, I have experienced, at long last, being top 1 in my block at my first semester in college. Hell yeah. We were like, 35+ in the block, so being at the very top felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;2. Having a perfectly perfect grade in math - Yes, a whopping 5.0 (5.0 is equivalent to 100 points) in my report card. Can you imagine? In my senior year in high school I flunked math for three quarters! (Mind you, by flunk I mean having a grade of 74 and below) And all of a sudden I get a perfect 100! How cool is that? XD&lt;br /&gt;3. Make my family proud - My family (relatives included) values education and sometimes judge how good we kids are based on our academics (hurts, right?). So having made my high school a mess, it's torture to have relatives teasing you about being dumb. But! I have redeemed myself! In their face! XD&lt;br /&gt;4. Growing more mature - Yup, I can definitely say I've grown wiser. There were times when I just caught myself thinking of how the world ticks and what the fundamental laws of life are. Of how people really are in nature, and of how basic things can be so important.&lt;br /&gt;5. Being more independent - I've learned how to commute and save money! And I've learned to clean my own mess and to take one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I've grown a year older, I want to improve myself and want to bring myself closer to my ultimate goal: self-actualization. I'll join orgs now (Mensa?), and learn things I never have before (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he-low&lt;/span&gt;, cooking :P). And honestly, I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Thanks to everyone who greeted me a happy birthday. You know who you guys are.Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-7715092835770666716?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7715092835770666716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=7715092835770666716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7715092835770666716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7715092835770666716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/02/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old, in with the new'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-5568418369776787516</id><published>2008-01-30T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:05:33.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCR♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i ♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gerard♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Hangover!</title><content type='html'>Okay, this video might be a little gross to non-MCR fans, but I just find it so funny that I have to post it in the blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYeZV-VfJg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at Ray (the one with the afro) he's just casually drinking a beer while Gerard's doing &lt;i&gt;that!&lt;/i&gt; XD *Laughs some more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was from the concert five days ago (yes, I'm still counting the days... -_- I'm gonna cry already) It's really cute. Gerard's sending flying kisses to the crowd. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0472500703130882 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpvnWlclAXc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have to get over this. I'm still having a hangover. Just... MCR please come back. (Haha. Fan girl. Gross.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But. I just saw some videos of them performing in Taipei (which was two days after their concert here) and I can say that Gerard's sending much more love here in the Philippines. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday mum, dad, and Kyle bought me an early birthday present. Guess what they got me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! An English bulldog! Though I have a very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;strange feeling that 1.) they used my birthday as an excuse to buy a new dog; and 2.) they bought the 26-thousand peso dog to shut my mouth on requesting them to buy me other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want is an overnight stay at any five-star hotel in Ortigas plus a sweatshirt from Zara and Topshop. But since they bought a bulldog just in time for my birthday... dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the dog's a girl. And heavens, I don't know what got into us, we thought it was funny (I think my folks still do), but we named her Brosia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brosia! Isn't that the maid from the comic Pugad Baboy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pugadbaboy.pardinas.net/images/brosia_pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pugadbaboy.pardinas.net/images/brosia_pic.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh great -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before officially naming her Brosia, dad called her Berta, his explanation being "Coz it's you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bert&lt;/span&gt;day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Kwakwakwa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's adorable! She's just three months old, her birth date being October 1, 2007. And whenever I sit on the floor, she approaches me and licks my face! Aw, cute. :) But when she grows up she ain't gonna be cute no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do you know that her birth certificate says that her name is "Balentina"? Goodness. It's like some person from a faraway mountain named her. And hel-lo, is it right saying "Come her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balentina&lt;/span&gt;! Good doggy!" It's like calling Medussa or something. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Kring &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Okay, I'm totally ignoring my true name)&lt;/span&gt; Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Kinda... yeah. That's what smart people do you know. HAHA kidding xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(I'm not so sure about this xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Yep, there definitely are times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(I kind of like evolved from a Sloth, you know. But yeah, I rebel when people restrain me too much. It pisses me off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(There are times, yes, but not always)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Coz I laugh at trouble. Bwahaha. In your face, trouble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Not really. Sometimes I go, so what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(With the exception of MCR and Gerard, this is true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(OH YES!!! But my biggest problem is making sure I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;start &lt;/span&gt;the project)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(I second the motion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; thoughts. Haha. Joke.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUE!!!&lt;/span&gt; So so true of me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; (Yup! Right you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Very good. True)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Yesthisisverytrueofmeboohoo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I chose Kring coz I'm more comfortable with it than Krizelle or Krizelle Anne. I feel that my nick defines me more. Well, I tried out my true name, too, and I got a slightly different result, but I'm going to stick to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-5568418369776787516?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5568418369776787516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=5568418369776787516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5568418369776787516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/5568418369776787516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/01/hangover.html' title='Hangover!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2327335058480283120</id><published>2008-01-26T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T09:10:04.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCR♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dissapointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gerard♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino pride'/><title type='text'>M...C...R!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last!!! I've seen MCR!!! Shooooot it. &lt;strong&gt;Gerard Way's sooooo f*cking freaking handsome!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm still having a hangover!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, videos galore. I took all of these from my phone, darn it. Why didn't I bring the digital camera? Anyway, for more videos, click &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/kringlacson"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. (BTW, videos that I put here in my blog? They're the ones you &lt;em&gt;must watch&lt;/em&gt;.Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love MCR as MCR, okay? After watching the videos, you may think that I only love My Chemical Romance because of Gerard, haha. But I solemnly swear that MCR is the only band that I'll love like this. (Addiction? Not a healthy thing :-P) I actually know all the songs they sang at the concert by heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "What's up, Pinoys!" - Not a song, it's Gerard talking! Waaah~!!♥ Oh yeah, Gerard's got a pretty dirty mouth, but I guess he's just like that. LOL. And HEY!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HE'S GOT A WEDDING RING IN HIS FINGER!!! 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"So far away from home" - Again, Gerard talking. Darn it, the more I recollect, the more I'm falling in love! Or like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uLCwCl6I8U&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Do you guys want to sing a song?" - GERARD! AGAIN! Yeah you guys might be rolling your eyes right now but I don't care! Anyway, GERARD IN HIS MOST FREAKISHLY CUTE VOICE!!! "Do you want to, though?" Cute! But ef it, the cutest voice he made was when he asked us audience, "Can I see you again?" Really cute, like an innocent kid! Too bad I didn't get to record it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2tWDgJHC5M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Welcome To The Black Parade" - This generation's Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2S85sz854o&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "We'll come back when we're fucking old men" - Can you believe that? Gerard said they'll come back when they're old men! "...Which is in about four years." Oh okay, I thought you're saying you'll come back when you guys are already sagging and white-haired and have kids with jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years! By then I'll be 21, so I'll be legally of age!~ (More of that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 18px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTzJe6e2WXQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Cancer" - This is the nicest record I have, dang. Trivia: I sing this song everyday, when I'm brushing my teeth. Coz the song's short, but it's enough for the fluoride in the toothpaste to act on my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 33px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-038714413927732916 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USN12NE_ErE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that! But again, if you want to see more videos, you could go to Youtube and search my user name, kringlacson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, after the concert I lingered in the venue a little longer to find a way to meet-and-greet MCR. Have I told you that I even brought my birth certificate to convince the bouncers or whoever to let me in in their tent? (My birthday's next week, so maybe they'll have a little pity on me and let me in) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I was so close! So effing close in meeting My Chemical Romance!&lt;/span&gt; But when I was on my way to convince the remaining bouncers/guards (as I've already convinced many others, one of them even told me the way to the tent), I saw the band's van go away!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;NOOOO!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They're gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disappointed. I asked random people in charge of the concert where MCR was staying. Some said Sofitel; others Intercon. Dang it! Why don't they just tell me the effing truth?! Do I look like a crazy Lennon-ish fan?! As if I'll shoot Gerard down if I see him! Wawa. I won't do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, about being 21. Gerard said they'll come back when they're "fucking old mean, which is in about four years" And in that four years, I'll be expecting lots of things when they come back, namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 1.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gerard's going to be single again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 2.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to be single (and legal!) at 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 3.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll win a meet-and-greet contest; or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 4.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Be a celebrity by that time and be lucky enough to interview/meet-and-greet MCR for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 5.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to meet MCR (not just Gerard, okay), and hug all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 6.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I'm going to give each of them a Barrel Man! (Only in the Philippines!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 7.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna give Gerard some extra TLC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 8.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gerard'll find me attractive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 9.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And the rest is history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I can seriously imagine it now! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Darn it! MCR, make sure you come back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2327335058480283120?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2327335058480283120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2327335058480283120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2327335058480283120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2327335058480283120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/01/m.html' title='M...C...R!!!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-1079304773636572989</id><published>2008-01-21T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:30:28.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Crank dat Soulja Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay, I'm finally going to have a decent update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to ask me how the ACET went, I'll sum it up in one emote icon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study. But I'm hoping for the best. And I'm not going to prepare for the worst because I cannot &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; pass. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Math Proficiency test was challenging. It was full of geometry and trigonometry questions, which I have erased in my memory. And the time pressure in the English Proficiency test was too much. Imagine, we're given just 35 minutes to answer a hundred questions! (We had 55 minutes for that part of the ACET, but the last 25 minutes was spent on our essay) I just can't believe how &lt;s&gt;bad I've done&lt;/s&gt; hard it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think on the positive side: last school year, I found the ACET easy, but I didn't pass. Now that I find the ACET hard, there is a greater chance that I'll pass! Right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people prayed for me. I'll definitely pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulja Boy is sweeping a craze over the nation. Or maybe just over my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Jenny and Roseanne came over as the former was going to borrow a cocktail dress (What?! Again??). After choosing, they ate dinner (and left very little for my mom XD), and hung out in my room. They invited me to come with them to Eastwood the following night, but I refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because the topic went to Eastwood, both girls showed me some of their dance steps, particularly that of Soulja Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a video of Jenny dancing. Sorry, my voice and my laugh sound kinda annoying. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSemZbY7JBA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSemZbY7JBA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Roseanne was definitely a killjoy for a while, but she loosened up. (Sorry, you're going to have a bit of a stiff neck if you're going to watch this video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9kTdJgaxXhk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9kTdJgaxXhk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But wait. They aren't the only ones who like Soulja Boy. There's Ashleiy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saturday: we had a Staffer's Meeting (for our high school yearbook), and after talking about the final alterations, Ashleiy and I went to her place. Her dad was there, as well as three of her brothers... but it's so nice, I'm close with her family (that or my face is just as thick as a wall). They're so fun to be with. :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, back to Soulja Boy. Here's a video of me, Ashleiy, and Mimiw (Ashleiy's niece). Again, I'm going to have to ask you to crane your neck to get a better view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NkZinjlurKI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NkZinjlurKI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ah, Soulja Boy. You do wonders to my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, last Saturday Ashleiy and I were together, right? We went to Sta. Lucia to watch Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. And what can I say?...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I swear. It's my favorite movie of all time now. It's the BEST! THE BEST, I'm telling you! You've really got to watch this movie!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's the trailer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTSzP0JhIc4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTSzP0JhIc4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm telling you, it's the best. You won't be disappointed. Oh I love ye, Johnny Depp! You make my heart skip a beat! The best movie ever that Ashleiy and I left the cinema house speechless. We just kept shaking our heads. We even wanted to repeat the movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, there are lots of characters in the movie whom we know, too. In other movies, they played the roles of Severus Snape, Peter Pettigrew, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Borat. Man, I have nothing more to say. Just watch the movie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, moving on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ashleiy bought me a book, which serves as her Christmas and birthday gift to me. It's entitled Life of Pi, and it's about a boy, Pi Patel, who was stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with only a Bengal tiger for company. Since it is so, he has to make sure that the tiger is more afraid of him then he is of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The book costs P375. And damn this Ashleiy, she asked me for P75 in order to buy the book! Damn! Very nice, right? I had to have a contribution for the gift she'd buy me? LOL, don't worry Ash, I still love you. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, and we also window-shopped. I was looking for a yellow pair of jeans, and found it in People Are People. Here are some pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157751382000141618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R5QDjhPmBTI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CqrzlDp6Y8c/s320/(e)SP_A0385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's that you're touching, Kring? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157751390590076226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R5QDkBPmBUI/AAAAAAAAAts/uH4ruD8anHk/s320/(e)SP_A0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Ashleiy looks so much like her sister here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157751390590076242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R5QDkBPmBVI/AAAAAAAAAt0/I3RmAs1I5Vs/s320/(e)SP_A0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice nice yellow jeans :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that, we went to Time Zone to meet up with Ashleiy's brothers and her dad. They were going to bring me home. Very nice of them, really. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157751394885043554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R5QDkRPmBWI/AAAAAAAAAt8/O955j9Icvms/s320/(e)SP_A0388.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The roof top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157751394885043570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R5QDkRPmBXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/vGi8CdwFK70/s320/SP_A0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Nigguhs! Beautiful, beautiful. Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that concludes my update. I still have to go some school activity. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-1079304773636572989?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1079304773636572989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=1079304773636572989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1079304773636572989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/1079304773636572989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/01/crank-dat-soulja-boy.html' title='Crank dat Soulja Boy!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R5QDjhPmBTI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CqrzlDp6Y8c/s72-c/(e)SP_A0385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-7852156483404877615</id><published>2008-01-18T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:04:00.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Cramming is still the best policy</title><content type='html'>Henry and Terri got eliminated in The Amazing Race Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you like the team of Marc Nelson and Rovilson Fernandez (just like I do :), then you'll appreciate this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzRi_MoI8ZA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzRi_MoI8ZA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These guys represent the Philippines but they suck at speaking Tagalog. Certified... bobo! *ting ting ting!* XD&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School days this week were HELL. Especially Wednesday and Thursday. The latter because we had 3 preliminary exams (Can you imagine? Three bloody exams? And that included both my majors, too!), and the former because my group mates and I had to cram our Sociology research project which was due later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, about Wednesday. We were going to have our preliminaries on Sociology, and our prof told us that she wouldn't let us take the test if we didn't have our research papers. So my group mates and I crammed, and crammed, and crammed some more... which was a bit nerve-wracking because we were told about doing that project two months ago. So yeah, we were kind of slow, and we had to do two months of research in just one day. The hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I was paranoid, I had to sneak out of my Math class to finish the paper! And my block mates told me that our Math prof noticed I was gone and kept asking about where I was -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Sociology paper. Why didn't you just die out of the memory of our prof? By the way, I invented some of the stuff in the paper, like the statistics (out of our 153 correspondents, 43% said blah blah...). Wth, what do you expect I could do for just one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I were to put that whole situation in a picture, it'd have to be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156749787036779810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R5B0nBPmBSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-ozpezTXUDo/s400/2007-11-19-past-present-and-future-me.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that already. I'll just consider it a bad memory. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to have a good update tomorrow. Tomorrow's going to be a good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-7852156483404877615?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7852156483404877615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=7852156483404877615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7852156483404877615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/7852156483404877615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/01/cramming-is-still-best-policy.html' title='Cramming is still the best policy'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R5B0nBPmBSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-ozpezTXUDo/s72-c/2007-11-19-past-present-and-future-me.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-6246204309703737378</id><published>2008-01-12T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:27:32.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Flashback: Senior's Night</title><content type='html'>Jenny came over yesterday to borrow a cocktail dress for the two debuts she'll be attending. After trying the three dresses I offered, she chose to use the cocktail dress I wore on the Senior's Night last March 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it look on her? You be the judge. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154371040874726514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gBJxPmBHI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YWTT0cYqMx0/s400/SP_A0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154371053759628418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gBKhPmBII/AAAAAAAAAsM/uQJhX6l0hao/s400/SP_A0357.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told Jenny that she might as well borrow the shoes I wore on the Senior's Night, too, because they're a good match with the dress. But she found the heels too high, so she refused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait, you better see how the dress looked on me, too. This picture was taken before going to the Senior's Night with my parents. I know I look like an auntie in the picture alright, haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154371058054595730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gBKxPmBJI/AAAAAAAAAsU/7oB4JwbRes4/s400/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I'd like to share who my partner was, too! Meet Jomi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take 1: no good. The picture's blurry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154373351567131810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gDQRPmBKI/AAAAAAAAAsc/DrOe-4pO_QI/s400/DSCN0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 2: still no good. We look like idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154373355862099122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gDQhPmBLI/AAAAAAAAAsk/FkeNB9nIYoM/s400/DSCN0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take 3: -____- Even worse. I guess we're not meant to be together in a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154373355862099138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gDQhPmBMI/AAAAAAAAAss/26j0Fc7Kwwo/s400/DSCN0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's with the touch? -_-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jomi's the maternal cousin of my paternal cousin (get it?). Actually, we met for the first time in four years because of the Senior's Night. I begged him to go with me since I can't think of anyone else to be my partner -__- The despair of going to an all-girls school! And up until now I'm still in an all-girls school, dammit. And the Senior's Night was the last time we saw each other, too! LOL. Very business-like right?! (Damn you, Jomi, you were supposed to attend Ashleiy's birthday last month!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And speaking of Ashleiy - well, she's one of if not the the closest friends I have, so I practically spent most of my time with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner, table mates. There's Ashleiy, with her partner Nuel, and me with Jomi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154373360157066450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gDQxPmBNI/AAAAAAAAAs0/X8LVC0O_amI/s400/DSCN0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And here are some random snapshots with Nigga Ashleiy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154376383814042850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gGAxPmBOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/CWn6AOPZbBc/s400/DSCN0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154376383814042866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gGAxPmBPI/AAAAAAAAAtE/5vt308pwW8s/s400/DSCN0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154376388109010178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gGBBPmBQI/AAAAAAAAAtM/0jqs0ZeVRW0/s400/DSCN0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And wait, how could my Senior's Night be complete without my barkada, right? :) I miss them. And our fourth anniversary as a kada is near, too (January 14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/54/52594571/1_777247690l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was just supposed to show Jenny's picture and I ended up showing my pictures, right. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-6246204309703737378?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6246204309703737378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=6246204309703737378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6246204309703737378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/6246204309703737378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/01/flashback-seniors-night.html' title='Flashback: Senior&apos;s Night'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/R4gBJxPmBHI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YWTT0cYqMx0/s72-c/SP_A0356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-2176025830313151394</id><published>2008-01-09T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:11:25.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deaths'/><title type='text'>You only lived to be 30</title><content type='html'>Dear Sparky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected you to leave like this. I thought you'd live long, just like Cindy, as you were so full of energy, and I feel that you had so much optimism in you. I know we have been cruel to you, keeping you locked in your cage for long periods of time, and took a walk with you only when we weren't lazy enough to do so. Maybe because of that and of forgetting to vaccinate you for two years have you come to depart with us so suddenly. Six years only, huh - you only lived to be 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't shown you how deeply I loved you, as I was afraid that you'd jump over me and dirty my clothes, just like you also did. But know that if I could have, I would've played with you the whole day, then you'd chase me; if you get me then I'd laugh, go on my knees, and hug you tightly. I wish I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Bryan were shocked, too, you know - even more shocked than I was. I thought Bryan was going to cry, even. It was just a few minutes after your body was sent here that they arrived from school, and I told them, "You know what's inside that big plastic bag? Sparky." Kyle's eyes widened, but Bryan took the news badly. He kept repeating it to himself - that you left - took his bike, and got away. Got away from all of it. I went along with him, as I needed to take Cindy for a stroll, but the moment I lost sight of Bryan has he gotten himself in trouble. He was confronted by the mother of a certain school mate as he answered a polite question (by this school mate of his) ever so rudely. Of course, I fixed the trouble, but that mess made my heart even heavier than it already was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Sparky, even my parents are sad about it. As soon as I texted him, dad got sad and pitied you, but wanted to dispose of you immediately as he didn't want my brothers to see you. He knew we couldn't bear to see you like this. I remember the times when he himself took care of you when you were sick, giving you vitamins and buying human food for you to eat. I wonder, why didn't you want to eat your food as soon as you got sick? Oh, and mom - she called and asked about how we were going to put you in the ground. I know that that was too to the point, but I know deep inside she's grieving, like all of us are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I know this is kind of cold: we didn't cry. But, hey, Ate Vangie did. She was the first to be informed of what happened, as she was the one the vet talked to. But anyway, when Kyle and Bryan arrived from school, I saw Ate Vangie; her eyes were red. I don't think I've ever seen her eyes red before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparky, though we didn't cry, we miss you. I miss you terribly. The last time I saw you alive was... January 3? You were in a cage, at the vet. You had dextrose, you were weak, you weren't eating. And you had so much sand in your eyes. The vet said you had canine distemper. I didn't know what that was then, and I didn't think it was fatal. But I stand corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to write this an hour ago, and just now, Ate Vangie, Bryan, and some neighborhood friends already took you and brought you to your resting place. I feel so sad right now, Sparky. I feel so guilty for not showing you the affection you needed. I feel bad for having locked you up for the 30 dog years you lived. You really deserved better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35651759-2176025830313151394?l=etcuteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2176025830313151394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35651759&amp;postID=2176025830313151394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2176025830313151394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35651759/posts/default/2176025830313151394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-only-lived-to-be-30.html' title='You only lived to be 30'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334616235192726588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35651759.post-8385398062479152302</id><published>2008-01-07T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:00:40.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Xiaxue's Guide to Life</title><content type='html'>Want to brighten up your day? Then watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tms-X9sbtas&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tms-X9sbtas&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...this. :D Xiaxue's guide to life, Episode 9: Playing Aunt Agony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not very interested in Xiaxue, but this episode of hers made me laugh a lot. Although I couldn't understand her accent that much, so I didn't get the last part, which might be the funniest portion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho man - she's really funny, and very frank! And do you know her claim to fame? WTH - &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;. She was just an ordinary girl, but because her blog's so comical, she was discovered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like Xiaxue's blog, though there were times when I hated her for what she wrote. Like, for example, when she wrote about Nicole's rape case. She didn't get away with it, of course, because of the violent reactions from the readers. But she's mellowed down now, and I'm cool with her blog again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, enough about Xiaxue - just watch the video! It really is funny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracke
