<?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-6357940315718944727</id><updated>2012-01-15T05:56:18.245-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='To Anyone'/><category term='Raymond Abracosa'/><category term='Paris and Portia'/><category term='Hissy/Bitch Fit'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='I Am Awesome'/><category term='Justin Bieber'/><category term='OJT'/><category term='Chismosa Ako'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Abra'/><category term='Mui Ne'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='GDragon'/><category term='JGL'/><category term='University'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Funemployed'/><category term='Saigon'/><category term='Precious Moments'/><category term='Nuts'/><category term='KPop'/><category term='2NE1'/><category term='Viet Nam'/><category term='Ho Chi Minh'/><category term='RWC2011'/><category term='Rugby'/><category term='Handwriting'/><category term='Taeyang'/><category term='I Love People'/><category term='iSad'/><category term='I Love Philippines'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Job Hunting'/><category term='Good Charlotte'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='Funny Crap'/><category term='Sand Dunes'/><category term='Crazy People'/><category term='BBoys'/><category term='Life'/><category term='All Blacks'/><category term='LOL Moments'/><category term='#bestof09'/><category term='Zaito'/><category term='Fashion Week'/><category term='Planner'/><category term='30 Day Challenge'/><category term='RIP Steve Jobs'/><category term='I Love La Salle'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Kim Bum'/><category term='Bullying'/><category term='Monique Lhuillier'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Life of an IT Student'/><category term='People Planner'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Fliptop'/><category term='2NE1 Live In Manila'/><category term='TipsFor DLSUD Frosh'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Pink Minded</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-436434549481639265</id><published>2012-01-12T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:32:56.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Relationship With...Herself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was on Facebook and I saw an FB friend (This chick in my class way back in elementary who used to steal my lunch money.) posted some weird shit so naturally I went to her page to see what other weird stuff she's got. I see she's in a relationship and because I'm nosy I went and checked her boyfriend's page and OMFG. I checked his wall and ALL his activities only involved him and her.It was just the "boyfriend" posting shit on her wall. And her liking it. ALL. There was no other activities involving other people; it's just basically the "boyfriend"and the girl. Only the girl likes all his statuses and posts. No one else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAM NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's in a relationship with herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that is the saddest and the most pathetic thing ever. You know how it's super sad and pathetic to post stuff on FB and then like it yourself? This is like 100 times worse than that. I can't even comprehend why someone would do something like that. It's so embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also they don't have a single photo together. Ha! No pictures it didn't happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her alleged boyfriend even said "Let's get married ha?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No babe, I don't think you're allowed to marry yourself. Time to break up with your imaginary boyfriend and look for a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay so I just wanted to share this. I was in a coffee shop with a friend and when the barista asked for his name I said "It's Eric! But it's spelled as Erica. The A is silent. Eric silent A." And look at his drink! Made my day! We didn't even realize until he finished his drink. So funnnny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KBbTqYfi5Y/Tw8GJAKs86I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/LOz-P4qoW0s/s1600/Photo0103.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KBbTqYfi5Y/Tw8GJAKs86I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/LOz-P4qoW0s/s320/Photo0103.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a major and super late end of year post (obviously from last year)&amp;nbsp; but I just haven't gotten around to finishing it. This weekend I will! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-436434549481639265?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/436434549481639265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-relationship-withherself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/436434549481639265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/436434549481639265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-relationship-withherself.html' title='In A Relationship With...Herself.'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KBbTqYfi5Y/Tw8GJAKs86I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/LOz-P4qoW0s/s72-c/Photo0103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-8151992780122399563</id><published>2011-11-05T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T04:12:41.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Bieber'/><title type='text'>Listen To These</title><content type='html'>Songs I have been listening to nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J9e7XmUP-Vo" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Young, Wild and Free - Whiz Kalifa, Snoop Dogg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My theme song. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JUDbSL-5GHQ" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marvin's Room - Jojo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This song can be a TV series. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HzNFwxsSPwU" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secret - The Pierces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty Little Liars theme song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r_8ydghbGSg" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skyscraper - Demi Lovato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Demi did a realy good job with this song. There's so much emotion. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LUjn3RpkcKY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mistletoe - Justin Bieber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly. I have been listening to this NONSTOP. Mistletoe by The Biebs! It's a cute song and have you seen how cute Justin is in the video? He actually looks like a boy now. I'm so proud. Kinilig ako sa video din. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wonder what everyone else is listening to nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-8151992780122399563?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/8151992780122399563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/11/listen-to-these.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8151992780122399563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8151992780122399563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/11/listen-to-these.html' title='Listen To These'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J9e7XmUP-Vo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-8854231879448450596</id><published>2011-11-01T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T05:22:12.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmS3Dn1yf2A/Tq8Dz5ql9WI/AAAAAAAAB1c/PYwnDW2YE0c/s1600/Praybeyt-Benjamin-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmS3Dn1yf2A/Tq8Dz5ql9WI/AAAAAAAAB1c/PYwnDW2YE0c/s400/Praybeyt-Benjamin-Poster.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched The Unkabogable Praybeyt Benjamin with the fam last night. It wasn't as funny as people said it was and I feel very ripped off! Haha! It wasn't severely bad but it wasn't the type of movie that I'm willing to waste money on. I'd give it a 6.5 out of 10.&amp;nbsp; I was originally going to give it a 6 but Derek Ramsay is a hunk so I added an extra 0.5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0T4vIYMd3U/Tq_d9BA-5wI/AAAAAAAAB2U/AZNSQQ0e0pE/s320/IMG_2036.JPG" width="240" /&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tnqqml9YoQs/Tq_iS52O5wI/AAAAAAAAB2s/nL44WFbWHP0/s320/IMG_2027.JPG" width="240" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, whipped out my black lipstick in accordance to the Halloween festivities! Hahaha! Cute aye? Maybe I should go to work wearing black lipstick one day. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eU3GsbcUpi4/Tq_fdvPyr-I/AAAAAAAAB2k/posiuljy4-I/s1600/booooooks.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eU3GsbcUpi4/Tq_fdvPyr-I/AAAAAAAAB2k/posiuljy4-I/s400/booooooks.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And finally, what I'm really happy about. I made a quick pitstop to Booksale. Actually, it wasn't very quick I was there for hours. Anyways, I got these plus a couple of magazines. I'm REALLY happy about the Generation Girl book. The one at the top. I used to have the whole series when I was young but my parents accidentally sold them when we moved houses. Aaahh brings back so much memories. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-8854231879448450596?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/8854231879448450596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8854231879448450596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8854231879448450596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmS3Dn1yf2A/Tq8Dz5ql9WI/AAAAAAAAB1c/PYwnDW2YE0c/s72-c/Praybeyt-Benjamin-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-9173944945937671674</id><published>2011-10-30T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T12:34:38.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RWC2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Blacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugby'/><title type='text'>RWC2011 Champions: ALL BLACKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1z6M7jP9no/Tq1Hk78xmKI/AAAAAAAAB1A/lZeEXIvpOfA/s1600/6271860021_022e6781b2_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1z6M7jP9no/Tq1Hk78xmKI/AAAAAAAAB1A/lZeEXIvpOfA/s400/6271860021_022e6781b2_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgqKSSyFI7c/Tq1HrKbIe0I/AAAAAAAAB1I/1GsM_-LKEwU/s1600/6272389190_8c7cff97d6_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgqKSSyFI7c/Tq1HrKbIe0I/AAAAAAAAB1I/1GsM_-LKEwU/s400/6272389190_8c7cff97d6_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G42MteUJoUw/Tq1HySxph2I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/LrtrvmDanrs/s1600/6272428544_c459839023_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G42MteUJoUw/Tq1HySxph2I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/LrtrvmDanrs/s400/6272428544_c459839023_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where do I even begin? It's been a week since the win but I'm still over the moon! I've been looking forward to the World Cup since forever and I knew, I &lt;i&gt;just &lt;/i&gt;knew that my boys were gonna take home the cup. And they didn't disappoint! Not gonna lie though, for a minute I thought the French were gonna win! Phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Such a shame I couldn't be in Auckland though. Ever since we left New Zealand I have never had this MUCH desire to go back there until this year's Rugby World Cup. How great would it be to be there with everyone else all dressed up complete with face paint and the spirit's just so unbelievably high?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevertheless, I still had fun watching via live stream which was so laggy but thankfully started to go smoothly towards the end of the first half. Also, Tumblr is so AMAZING because my dash was flooded by everything All Blacks! I could feel the spirit through every photo and every reblog! It was almost like being in the stadium!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are just no words to describe my happiness. The Cup is back where it belongs. And you know what? If the world does end in 2012... All Blacks is the last team to win the World Cup! How awesome is that?! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-9173944945937671674?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/9173944945937671674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/10/rwc2011-champions-all-blacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/9173944945937671674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/9173944945937671674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/10/rwc2011-champions-all-blacks.html' title='RWC2011 Champions: ALL BLACKS'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1z6M7jP9no/Tq1Hk78xmKI/AAAAAAAAB1A/lZeEXIvpOfA/s72-c/6271860021_022e6781b2_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-9145027199650869974</id><published>2011-10-27T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:23:27.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magastos Magkacrush Sa Barista</title><content type='html'>Okay seriously I've been trying so hard to blog the past few days but my life is so painfully boring that I have nothing to write about. It's so sad I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to share. So our office is basically neighbours with Starbucks (just like any other office in Makati) and one time my friends and I had coffee and there I found my recent happy crush which we shall all now refer to sa the Cutie Barista! Aigoo, he's so cute. Always smiling with that chinito eyes of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is he's a barista. Meaning I'd have to go the coffee shop and buy something to be able to bask in his cuteness. And Starbucks' coffee isn't exactly affordable. As Ate Ish said "Mahal magkacrush sa barista!" Ugh. Mini dilemma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really I'm just posting this for the sake of posting! Hahaha! Hopefully, after this post I'd get that blogging mojo back aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhmm.. what else. That's pretty much it. Work is fine. Tomorrow there'll be kids in the office for Trick or Treat! I'm not really a huge fan of kids but I'm really excited. It doesn't sound like I am but I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-9145027199650869974?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/9145027199650869974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/10/magastos-magkacrush-sa-barista.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/9145027199650869974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/9145027199650869974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/10/magastos-magkacrush-sa-barista.html' title='Magastos Magkacrush Sa Barista'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2732062041249032067</id><published>2011-10-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:05:35.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Your Back</title><content type='html'>The thing about people is that when they know that someone has their back ...they carelessly make decisions because they know someone's there to help them get out of the deep shit they've gotten themselves into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean I'm all for the whole "taking chances" "making mistakes and learning from it" shit but you can'tjust go around doing whatever the hell you fancy just coz...It's so irresponsible and inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times, people really have to go out their way just to help you. I meanyou wouldn't need someone's help unless it was serious shit right? Unless your extremely stupid or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if one day people get tired of having to help you get out of your mess? What are you gonna do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-2732062041249032067?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/2732062041249032067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-got-your-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2732062041249032067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2732062041249032067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-got-your-back.html' title='I Got Your Back'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7350994764872554800</id><published>2011-10-06T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T07:26:38.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP Steve Jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iSad'/><title type='text'>Steve Jobs 1955 - 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DIiACH6tVvw/To24O-R7KMI/AAAAAAAAB00/J0FlwmPpqZo/s1600/steve.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DIiACH6tVvw/To24O-R7KMI/AAAAAAAAB00/J0FlwmPpqZo/s400/steve.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was going to make a huge narcissistic comeback blog but then I heard a very upsetting news. I swear he was the only thing I could think about at the office and I'm not exaggerating . I don't even know him personally! He was truly a legend. A genius. Rest in paradise, Steve. You will never be forgotten. =')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-7350994764872554800?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7350994764872554800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs-1955-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7350994764872554800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7350994764872554800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs-1955-2011.html' title='Steve Jobs 1955 - 2011'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DIiACH6tVvw/To24O-R7KMI/AAAAAAAAB00/J0FlwmPpqZo/s72-c/steve.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-3308134779178675543</id><published>2011-08-19T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T03:13:17.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suuuup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sup suckers? Been ages aye? I had to leave for a little while since I couldn't stand being unemployed anymore so I had to leave the comforts of my bed and look for a job. Which took me longer than i expected but it's allguds! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not officially back though I still need to sort out a few stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cant wait to blog again. Hahaha!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-3308134779178675543?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/3308134779178675543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/08/suuuup.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3308134779178675543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3308134779178675543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/08/suuuup.html' title='Suuuup?'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-9175565512880042529</id><published>2011-07-19T05:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T05:12:14.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HIATUS!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-9175565512880042529?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/9175565512880042529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/07/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/9175565512880042529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/9175565512880042529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/07/hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-9035678980345311663</id><published>2011-06-06T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:16:07.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TipsFor DLSUD Frosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love La Salle'/><title type='text'>Tips For DLSU-D Freshmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DLSUD" height="194" src="http://www.dlsud.edu.ph/ico/download/dlsu_d_logo_verti_green.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shux. I can't believe I'm no longer a student of DLSUD! Kakalerkz lang! I remember my very first day clearly...like it only happened yesterday! Chos! Pero hindi nga seriously, I remember it. I was crazy nervous and excited! Amazing how I survived that day. I remember walking in the campus taking one deep breath and then proceeded to look for my first classroom. It was crazy crowded!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway since nauso sa Twitter yung #tipsforblahblahfrosh eklaboo...I felt like I had to impart all the survival skills I acquired throughout my whole four years in DLSUD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attend ng Orientation! &lt;/b&gt;Para makameet ka ng blockmates and make friends! Wala naman masyado gagawin. Uhm. Upo kinig sa speaker. Tour ng campus. Wear comfy clothes. Not sure kung applied ang dress code sa inyo since incoming pa lang naman kayo. Pero just to be sure check out Tip #7 para sa bawal at pwede suotin. Sa Alumni usually yun. Wag nyo tanungin saken kung san yun hirap iexplain. Tanong na lang kayo pagdating nyo dun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tip #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't lose and always keep your regform with you. &lt;/b&gt;Most of the important transactions require your regform e.g. claiming ng permit, magbayad ng tuition. If ever you lose your regform...Hala ka lagot ka! I kid. Don't fret! In my four years in LaSalle Dasma I've never been able to keep my regform. I always lose it!&amp;nbsp; Nagpapareprint ako 2-3 times PER SEM. Hahaha! &lt;b&gt;How to reprint?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Go to Counter 1 tell the lady there "Papaprint po ng regform." Bibigyan ka ng form na sasagutan mo go to Counter 16/17 which ever. Kailangan mo magbayad ng PhP10. Go back to Counter 1 present the receipt and voila! New regform. Not as pretty as the original one but it will serve the same purpose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tip #3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEVER forget your I.D.&lt;/b&gt; The guards are strict and will eat you alive if you forget it. Hindi ka papapasukin pag waley yun! So importante yun! Pero if ever na malimutan mo nga sya...the guards will look for your regform. See what I mean when I say that the regform is important? Ipresent mo lang regform mo sa guard and it depends on the guard kung maniniwala syang sayo yung regform. Kung naniniwala sya na sayo yung regform then pipirmahan nya lang yun din pwede ka na pumasok. Kung hindi magtatanong sya sayo ng info about sa regform like for example "Sino yung guardian mo?" "Ano course mo?" "Full Name?" Kaya kung manghihiram ka ng regform ng iba aralin mo yung laman. Pag nalaman nila na hindi sayo yun lagot ka! Totoo na to! IpapaSWAFO (Discipline office) ka! Wag mo rin itry na manghiram ng ID ng iba! Or kung gagawin mo yun &lt;b&gt;make sure na hindi ka mahuhuli.&lt;/b&gt; Bawal din yun!&amp;nbsp; Chika ko sa inyo...may 2 classmates ako na naghiraman ng ID coz naiwan nung isa yung ID nya at waley rin sya regform ayun nahuli. Ayun nasuspend. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tip #4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ON EATING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Square Canteen.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Favourite ko kainan JefCee's, Oven Maid and Wanwan. Yung JefCees yung colour yellow and green yung interior. Yung Oven Maid yung katabi nya on the left. Sa JefCees masarap yung Shark's fn with rice (toyomansi with chili or sweet chili fave kong dips!). Fave ko rin tocilog nila. Basta lahat gusto ko sa JefCees. Sa Oven Maid trip ko lutong bahay nila. Lechon kawali, kare-kare, etc. Sigure mga 50-60 magagastos nyo dun. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa Wanwan, favourite ko dun yung special omelette nila. Sarap pramis! May chicken, beef at crab. 70+ with ice tea na yun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be careful kasi meron isang kainan dun na one time MAY IPIS yung pagkain ng friend ko! KALERKZ! Gusto nyo malaman kung ano? Ask me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KnD. &lt;/b&gt;Eto yung kainan sa baba ng CEAT building. Masarap din food dito. =D &lt;b&gt;Try nyo burger nila!&lt;/b&gt; It's the best burger in the campus. Sulit ang PhP25 nyo!&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outside the campus. &lt;/b&gt;Maraming masarap kainan sa labas ng campus guys. Kaya try nyo rin sa labas! &lt;b&gt;Momo's ang favourite ko!&lt;/b&gt; Masarap ang chicken sisig, fried adobo, chicken oriental, bistek tagalog nila! At unlimited rice sila. Siguro mga 70+ magagastos nyo with drinks na yun. SOBRANG crowded lang pag lunchtime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basta kung gusto nyo makatipid sa labas kayo kumain. Maraming nagkalat na kainan sa labas ng campus na SUPER mura lang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tip #5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ikot La Salle. &lt;/b&gt;Although hindi kasing laki ng UPD ang DLSUD malaki pa rin sya at nakakapagod maglakad from east campus to west campus&amp;nbsp; and vice versa. Kaya mga Ikot La Salle na tayo! Haha! PhP6 ang pamasahe. Kahit saan na yun.&lt;b&gt; ETO SUPER TIP PARA MAKASAKAY KA AGAD.&lt;/b&gt; Karaniwan kasi marami ang nagaabang sa jeep. As in. Eto ha...sa right side ng Rotonda ang pick up ng Ikot. Ngayon merong malaking countdown clock dyan for the Centennial eklaboo. Dyan ka pumwesto para magantay sa Ikot. Wag dun sa kabilang side yung sa may corner. Kasi karamihan dun nagaabang eh nagsastop yung Ikot dun sa may tapat mismo ng centennial clock so pag tigil nung Ikot kung dun ka nakapwesto sa tapat ng centennial clock ikaw una so kagkakapwesto ka na! Yay! Sana naintindihan nyo. Trust me this technique works! I take the Ikot everday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tip #6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't sit on the kubo tables to take a photo of your crush&lt;/b&gt;. Actually, don't sit at the kubo tables at all. Bawal yun. Refer to &lt;a href="http://yxel.blogspot.com/2007/08/lesson-learned.html"&gt;this post. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tip #7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magingat sa mga D.O (discipline officers).&lt;/b&gt; Basahin ang handbook kung ano ang bawal. They take things seriously. Basta eto yung mga general na bawal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Flipflops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Offensive shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Torn jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sleeveless tops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Littering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pumitas ng chico dun sa may COS banda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Matulog sa lib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Magdala ng bag sa loob ng lib (Laptop bags and small pouches pwede)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pwede cheating. Bawal magpahuli.&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip #8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swimming class. &lt;/b&gt;Ang ppol ng DLSUD ay olympic sized. Kung hindi ka marunong lumangoy keri lang! May lifeguard. Tsaka swerte ka kung pogi prof mo! Samen pogi! Tanong nyo saken kung sino. Or sabihin nyo saken kung sino sa inyo sabihin ko kung sya yun! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tip #9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAVE FUN!&lt;/b&gt; Masaya ang environment sa LaSalle.&amp;nbsp; Try nyo um-attend sa mga events ng college nyo at other colleges (Lalo na events ng CBA!). Masaya. On your first and second year medyo petix pa yan. Kaya pwede ka pa umattend. KamI ng friends ko date ina-attendan lahat ng events! Super saya! Dame pogi. Haha! Pag third year and fourth year ayan busy na yan. Hindi ka na basta basta pwede umattend ng events kasi may thesis na kayo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hhmm...hindi ko alam kung ano pa ilalagay. Marami pa pero wala ko maisip ngayon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kung may questions lalo na kung IT freshmen ka go ahead and ask. Don't be shy! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN GUYS! ANIMO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-9035678980345311663?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/9035678980345311663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/06/tips-for-dlsu-d-freshmen.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/9035678980345311663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/9035678980345311663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/06/tips-for-dlsu-d-freshmen.html' title='Tips For DLSU-D Freshmen'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-4157480852321843602</id><published>2011-06-05T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T12:29:27.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KPop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2NE1 Live In Manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2NE1'/><title type='text'>[FAN ACCOUNT] The Party: My 2NE1 Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okaaaaay. I wanted to blog while everything is still fresh...Hhmm, actually last night was a bit hazy. I can't remember most of it. Shux. It was just so surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And this is gonna be a long detailed blogged because you know that's how I roll. I like it detailed! Brace yourselves to a loooong blog and major fangirl spazzing! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went with my sister and my friend Joyce. We met up at Makati at about 12PM. Had lunch, hung around for a bit and tried to stalk the girls at their press con but miserably failed. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0082" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/5800256402_535716d79c.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ze outfit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Makati at about half past 4 and arrived at Cubao a little before 5. There were tons of people outside Araneta! 2NE1 songs were playing and the place was buzzed with excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08257" height="281" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/5800150660_4ef4927637.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Araneta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08259" height="281" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2276/5799608711_0484de4cd0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crowd! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08260" height="281" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/5799612697_c127d0af92.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is me being irritated because it was hella hot. That is Joyce being irritated but looking happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0100" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5237/5799703843_99478fb4ab.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About to go in the venue. DSLRs weren't allowed but I know some people who got theirs in. Para paraan! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in the venue at 6:30 I think. We had lowerbox seats and it was good because I expected we'd be farther away but we were actually pretty close. I think we had better view than those in the&amp;nbsp; back part VIP seats. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08264" height="281" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2103/5799616029_95a54a691f.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08265" height="281" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/5800170596_c0ccbd0dde.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08277" height="281" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/5800179768_aa4751cb4b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08267" height="281" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/5800174162_defec27e0e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't much people yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0107" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/5800257296_79c195164d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us! My sister, yours truly, Joyce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wait for quite a bit before the show started. About an hour I think? The show started at 7 :30. Lights dimmed and the crowd went wild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was opened by the first (of the five) other performers which was Techy Romantics. They were good I guess but their music wasn't my type so I got bored. They performed 3 or 4 songs (I couldn't really tell whether they were starting a new song since all their songs sounded the same to me! Haha!) for about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was papa Christian Bautista. ^___^ He sounded weird. Like loud or something. I dunno. Maybe it was the sound system? He sang three songs which ate up 15 minutes. No, he didn't get boos from the audience. I think they actually loved him. Hello he's so pogi kaya! HAHA! Tsaka Blackjacks are nice people! We're like so awesome and we don't hate!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08293" height="281" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/5799631665_581a8cecce.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christian Bautista!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then OMFG!!! Can't Nobody played and someone with the infamous palm tree ascended from the stage. Of course the crowd went crazy including me! At the back of my mind though I was thinking "They're not supposed to come out yet!!!" And then she turned around and it was...the comedienne Giselle Sanchez as Luneta Park! Haha! She served as the host (along with HTown a hiphop artist I think he was) between break when performers set up their stuff on stage.Had monologues which made the crowd laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bloomfields were up next. They performed three songs which took up 15 minutes. They were pretty good. I like the songs and the drummer/vocalist was cute. He could pass as our very own Seungri's long lost brother! They were nice and thanked the crowd for being nice to them: "Thank you guys for being nice to us even though we know it's 2NE1 you came here for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was another break with Giselle. They had games and gaveaway Lenka and Sum41 tickets! Blah blah blah fast froward. Next up was the other performer I was looking forward to see perform...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callalily! They performed a total of&amp;nbsp; 4 or 5 songs I think! They took up a little over 30 minutes all in all! It was crazy though. Callalily were total performers. Especially their vocalist Kean. He is such a rockstar! He jumped off the stage and went to the crowd. He's so freakin' sexy. Yum yum! Haha! He took off his shirt rin pala! Edi party party! WOOHOO! It had a purpose. I'm not sure if he inverted his shirt or he got a new one but when he put the shirt back on it said I ♥ DARA. So cute! Loved their Magbalik performance! Screamed a little bit but I didn't go all out since I was saving my energy for 2NE1! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08294" height="281" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/5799633319_11d74643d8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Callalily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And theeeeeeennnnn...another little break with Giselle and HTown. Haha! Then they introduced the last "opening act" which was the Philippine All Stars. By this time I was getting really nervous and excited! Haha! I was having a little countdown in my head all throughout the "opening acts" and finally...this is the last one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, All Stars were All Stars. They were good but I wasn't really impressed. I've seen better. But gosh, the girl dancers had AMAZING ABS! I swear! I could see it from where we were and I think we were about 300 metres away from the stage! Now I feel inspired. I shall never miss a single workout session from now on. Give me three months and I'd be wearing midriff shirts to show off my abs! Haha! OPkay so whatever, they performed for a little over 10 mins and yes if you're wondering I was timing every performance. I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEEEEEEEEENNNNNN...after that....THIS HAPPENED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights dimmed there were fireworks...ARANETA WENT BALLISTIC! Screams everywhere! I couldn't even hear me scream and I was screaming WITH ALL MY MIGHT. Got tired soon after coz they were making us crazy! The intro was so loooooong! The crowd started chanting "2NE1 2NE1 2NE1!!!!" It was CRAZY!!!The intro took about 5 whole fckng minutes I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the intro to Pretty Boy played and the girls' face flashed on the huge screen and MORE SCREAMING FROM THE CROWD! I thought Araneta was going EXPLODE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought the screaming reached its highest level... FIRE STARTED PLAYING AND THE SCREAMING GOT LOUDER...THEN TANGINUUUUUUUUHHHHH... THE GIRLS STARTED TO ASCEND FROM THE STAGE. This is it! This is really is it! There they were...&lt;b&gt;MY FAVOURITE GIRLS...IN FLESH.&lt;/b&gt; OMFG!!! By this moment I was dying. WAS DYING. I think Araneta was dying with me too! The videos don't do Araneta's screaming justice! It was SO&amp;nbsp; loud. Emotions overflowed! Everyone was SO happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the song I stopped recording because I wanted to concentrate on fangirling, screaming and jumping. Besides Joyce was taking photos and my sister and another friend Jaja was also taking videos. They were doing the job for me so haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aQ9qp391gWI" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The video is from LP21!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After Fire they introduced themselves. I LOVED IT when Minji said "Ako si Minji! Magandang gabi!" with a Koren accent. We couldn't see them up close but from where we were we could see how gorgeous everyone was! Gah! Their outfits were pretty blah but whatever.I also loved it when CL said "Okay. Let's go the stage. Back to the stage!" Like a boss baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sang Go Away, Lonely, Please Don't Go, In or Out and then Can’t Nobody. Every performance was unbelievable. I mean OMG I'm hearing it LIVE! LIVE! I was in the same room with my favourite girls! We were all breathing the same air. It was so surreal.&amp;nbsp; I was screaming and the crowd was screaming and&amp;nbsp; it was so loud I could hardly hear the girls' voice sometimes! Then after Can't Nobody they said bye and went backstage. The lights went off and everyone sat back down. Not saying a word. I'm not sure if it's because they knew that that wasn't the end or maybe because they were speechless that it was going to be that short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08318" height="281" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/5800248316_f7b73464e3.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dara performing In Or Out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few moments later we heard CL's voice saying something along these lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU WANNA HEAR MORE??"&lt;br /&gt;Crowd screams like crazy to let CL know that HELL YEAH WE WANT MORE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM"&lt;br /&gt;Crowd screams to fullfill the baddest female's request.&lt;br /&gt;"LOUDER!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Crowd screams louder. I think if CL said "Do backflips!" the crowd would be more than willing to oblige!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they came out again and performed Clap Your Hands! And then I Don't Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved I Don't Care! Everyone was singing along! And I loved the "Clap your hands to this" part. Coz everyone was clapping. So cuuuuute! After I Don't Care they said goodbye and Mahal ko kayo. Nobody believed that it was the end so everyone stayed on their seats. Waiting for more. Later on the crowd started chanting "We want more!" for a few minutes. Nothing came out. The they started to clean up the stage. Some people stayed a little more including us! We were in shock and in denial that it was over. HELLO SUPER BITIN! THEIR PERFORMANCE LASTED FOR 30 MINS OR A LITTLE BIT MORE. Believe me. I was timing.&amp;nbsp; And they didn't even said by properly it was&amp;nbsp; so abrupt! We like stayed there not wanting to move or accept that it was really over this time. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally left fifteen minutes after then pondered whether we should wait for the girls at Intercon or not. But when we got outside we saw fans waiting for their van so we went there and waited. The van came out after what...30 minutes? They didn't open their windows so mission failed again. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we went home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a good time. The show was not as grand as I thought it would be. The other performers performed longer than I thought they would. The girls were as awesome as I thought they were! CL was oozing with swag I swear I can't even! Why is she like that???? Dara was SO sweet and I loved it when she speaks Filipino! Kinikilig ako! Chos! Bom was so makulit! As in! She was like a little kid playing! Minji was amazing. She had an innocent maknae vibe yet she oozed with sexiness! They oozed with charisma and were amazing live! THEY ARE DEFINITELY ONE OF THE IF NOT THE BEST KPOP GIRL GROUP THERE IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy? YES. DUH. OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;Did I have fun? YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;Did I feel like I get the most out of my money? NO. They performed for 30 freaking minutes! DUH! I feel sort of ripped off. Maybe if the tickets were priced a bit lower then....yeah. But maybe 2NE1 really did cost the producers so much so whatevs. I mean I know it wasn't going to be a full 2NE1 concert. But I kind of expected a little bit more. &lt;br /&gt;Do I regret going? NOOOOO!!! I have been waiting for this since day one!I would die if I missed this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay! I'm so thankful!!! Sa Pulp! Sa magulang ko lalo na sa Mama ko dahil pina utang nya ko para sa tickets! Sa 2NE1! Kay Joyce at kapatid ko! Sa Blackjacks na bongga ang energy level! Kay God!!! Haaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I want to thank everyone who everyone who wished me to have fun! Grabe ang daming nagtweet saken! Haha! Parang concert ko! Hahaha! Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuhay 2NE1 and all the Blackjack! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-4157480852321843602?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/4157480852321843602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/06/fan-account-party-my-2ne1-experience.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/4157480852321843602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/4157480852321843602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/06/fan-account-party-my-2ne1-experience.html' title='[FAN ACCOUNT] The Party: My 2NE1 Experience'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/5800256402_535716d79c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2464138962161014595</id><published>2011-06-03T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T06:49:07.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chismosa Ako'/><title type='text'>Overreacting? Nah!: My Traumatic Experience as an Alleged DRUG TRAFFICKER in Bali Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chyngreyes.com/2011/06/my-traumatic-experience-as-alleged-drug.html"&gt;My Traumatic Experience as an Alleged DRUG TRAFFICKER in Bali Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I heard this in the news and got really curious coz I'm chismosa like that. When I heard that the girl had a blog I looked for it online and was shocked to know that it was one of my favourite travel bloggers Ms. Chyng! I was initially mad at the news since I CANNOT imagine to be humiliated for something like &lt;i&gt;that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the sake of those who have not heard about the issue. Basically, two Filipinas were held for investigation in Bali to check if they were drug mules since apparently uso sa Indonesia ang Pinay drug smugglers... so it was only logical to check other Filipinos if they were drug smugglers... right? Maybe yes. Maybe no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes because the Indonesian airport officers were just clearly doing their job to prevent illegal drugs from entering their country because drugs are not cool!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No because you can't fckn generalize. That's not cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I were in Ms. Chyng's place I would go ballistic and growl like a bear and eat anyone, within three feet, alive for suspecting &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of drug trafficking. Or maybe I'd just bawl my eyes out of anger, humiliation and fear. Mostly fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her blog has reached about 400+ comments and counting. Most offering words of sympathy. I read one comment though that &lt;i&gt;kind of&lt;/i&gt; implied that she sort of overreacted and the procedure was normal. That some of the things she wrote was uncalled for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While what some of the person wrote made sense and was logical...WHATEVS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, I don't think that that procedure is normal. Otherwise, a frequent traveller like her would not freak out like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then, you can't help that she wrote what she wrote. That she reacted how she reacted. Why? Because she is who she is. She will react the way she wants to. And maybe, &lt;i&gt;just maybe&lt;/i&gt;, because airport officers just searched through her stuff (which can easily lead to a frame-up and don't say that's ridiulous because it does happen) and oh her friend went through body check as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And don't even go saying that what they went through is not a matter of life and death. They could've been framed-up!&amp;nbsp; Which meant they could and probably would've been charged if ever for drug trafficking which leads to death penalty. That is a matter of life and death I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also from what I've read when they asked what was the whole thing for the officers said "Secret."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secret my ass you creep. I am pissing my pants in fear and anger so don't secret me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And also from what I've read when they asked the officers what could be wrong the officer said "Because the 2 of you are beautiful girls." WTF. The officer was just probably trying to lighten things up and so he tried to joke around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dude, I might be charged with something I didn't do that could lead to death penalty so please don't try to make me feel better by answering my serious questions with stupid answers. Nakakaloko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After all they went through I'm so amazed that they were able to keep  their cool. Like I said before I'd probably go ballistic or break down crying  which would just make things worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What they went through was traumatic. And what Ms. Chyng wrote and felt was understandable. What I can't understand is why would you go and write a comment that implies that I overreacted? What is wrong about being outraged that I was suspected as a drug trafficker??? Obviously the person was already feeling violated, down and shitty SO OF COURSE THE LOGICAL THING TO DO IS TO MAKE THEM FEEL EVEN SHITTIER! Have sympathy. Or at least have respect. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I don't think it's right to brand Indonesians as rapists etc etc. Like I said before, generalizing is not cool. I'm a make-love-not-war, and-world-peace-I-thank-you type of person. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And don't go all "Well if you're innocent then you have nothing to worry about."&amp;nbsp; me because court couldn't careless about your supposed innocence when the evidence says otherwise.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tsk. Crazy. If that were me I'd sue or something. Then demand public apology because I am important like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess next time the airport officers should&amp;nbsp; just approach visitors in a nonthreatening and nicer way if they're gonna do something like that. Like say "Hi! Welcome to Indonesia! We're really sorry to bother you but it is our protocol to examine some of passengers' things. We're really very sorry." Then smile. Maybe have a lady officer approach the passenger instead of male officers since females are less threatening? I mean they can have a male escort for backup. And then they should stop saying stupid answers to freaked out passengers. Sounds nice huh? I mean passengers aren't freaked out, airport officers get to prevent crime. Everyone's happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for passengers, I guess you just have to be aware of certain protocols in the country your visiting. Always find out your country's embassy's number and pray. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like serious with all these brilliant suggestions I am suggesting. Awesome, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6357940315718944727-2464138962161014595?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/2464138962161014595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/06/overreacting-nah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2464138962161014595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2464138962161014595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/06/overreacting-nah.html' title='Overreacting? Nah!: My Traumatic Experience as an Alleged DRUG TRAFFICKER in Bali Indonesia'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-3510478643513927082</id><published>2011-05-31T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:52:23.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love La Salle'/><title type='text'>Tuesday In Bullets</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up at 8:30 AM. That might sound totally irrelevant and useless but you see it's been...heck I can't even remember anymore when I was up this early! This is my first big achievement since I graduated from university. I'm proud of myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to university to pick up my TOR which I requested about three weeks ago. It was scheduled for pick up last Thursday actually. That was 5 days ago but I had...things...to do. Anyway, so I went there right? I asked the woman at the counter about it. She took my form thingy and said something which was actually more of a mumble. I hate mumblers. She then called someone and they mumbled together and then asked me to wait for a little while. A few minutes later she called me back to tell me...to come back on Thursday because "there are a lot of pending requests and it's taking us a little while to process them all". WHATEVER. That's bullshit.&amp;nbsp; I knew the moment you called the other woman that something was up. Telling me to go wait was just so I wouldn't know yous haven't done your job. I studied there for four years. I know all the shit people say and do. Just tell me the truth next time. And don't t fckng mumble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got two new books! Which adds to the pile of unread books I already have but they were mad cheap. And I really felt like it was really important I had to share this fascinating event in my life . &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will start job hunting next week. I am really excited! But before that my last hurrah before stepping into the "real world" and one of the four things I've been really looking forward to since the start of 2011....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0032" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5185/5723351360_f0d0156695.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TWO DAYS TO GOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I'M SEEING 2NE1 LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6357940315718944727-3510478643513927082?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/3510478643513927082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/tuesday-in-bullets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3510478643513927082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3510478643513927082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/tuesday-in-bullets.html' title='Tuesday In Bullets'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5185/5723351360_f0d0156695_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-459109466975292933</id><published>2011-05-26T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T05:36:50.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love People'/><title type='text'>People And Their Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sorta glad that I don't have to put up with people's bullshit anymore. No, actually I am SO fckng delighted. I am overjoyed. Exhilarated. Extremely pleased. In cloud nine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't imagine how I did it back then. Put up with people's bullshit. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daily&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I must've been good. No, I must have been SUPER. Believe me, if you knew what sort of crap I was forced to roll into I'd be your personal hero. No person without superhero mental and emotional stamina and great bullshit tolerance would've been able to put up and survive all those. I am so freaking awesome. There's no denying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is just when I thought everything's over...technology makes sure that I still get my daily dose of people's bullshit. And it's even more annoying because you can imagine in your head how they gladly roll - huge smiles on their faces and all- into that pile of crap that you've been dying to get out of for the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And as much as I love a person, like I've said before I can only handle so much.Okay, I mean I know everyone has their own bullshit. I know I do. I probably annoy people sometimes. But some people's crap just take this whole personal bullshit into a whole new level. I never knew people could be&lt;i&gt; that &lt;/i&gt;obnoxious. It's ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the bullshit people  have, I guess what really irks the effing eff out of me is when people  talk so much shit and tada! Nothing happens! All of those, I'm gonna be  this I'm gonna be that I'm so fckng awesome than any of you&amp;nbsp; uh  huh...zilch. Nadah. And you'd think they'd be embarrassed - hide in a faraway cave or something but no...they  go around prancing telling people&amp;nbsp; more about the greatness that is  themselves. I end up to be the one embarrassed for them! HOW IS THAT FAIR???? HOW? Why am &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; embarrassed by &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;your &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;shit? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*le sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. All that probably didn't make sense...as usual... but what I'm trying to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;People suck!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-459109466975292933?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/459109466975292933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/people-and-their-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/459109466975292933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/459109466975292933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/people-and-their-bullshit.html' title='People And Their Bullshit'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7869169937611631664</id><published>2011-05-20T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:52:52.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funemployed'/><title type='text'>The Funemployed Chronicles # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So as most of you know, I graduated a little over a month ago. Yes, on time thank you very much! Haha! Anyway, since then everyone I know has been frantically searching for a job &lt;b&gt;and &lt;/b&gt;since then everyone has been asking me all the freaking time if I already found a job and it's just come to a point wherein I feel like I need to hit the next person who asks me that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But anyways, no I don't have a job yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, I haven't been out job hunting either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And no, not because I'm lazy but because I had tons of stuff lined up this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I do live an awesome life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, I plan to start job hunting soon since my supposedly last and final hooray before jumping into the real world was cancelled. Boo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now I wanna start documenting my job hunting adventures which I'm sure is going to be amazingly awesome and comedic. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And to start off, I shall tell you the story of my first job interview.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha! Yes, I sent out my resumé  to a couple of companies a few days before graduation. Got interviews but I had to decline the other one because it was in Bulacan. Where on Earth is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first job interview was the day after my graduation it was originally scheduled on&amp;nbsp; my graduation day so I had to ask to resched which was rather...awkward because I didn't know how to ask for a resched. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interview day came and I woke up real early (DEDICATION RIGHT THERE. Waking up early is my BIGGEST obstacle in life.) and got ready. Papa was home so he drove me which was very convenient since the company was located in Pasig and I'm not familiar with Pasig. I probably wouldn't have made it if he wasn't there! I love my Papa. He even waited for my interview to finish then drove me back home. So sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I almost didn't make it on time since our car decided to malfunction when westopped at a gas station for bathroom break. GREAT. A couple of gas station boys helped us out and we made it with a few minutes to spare. Phew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not gonna lie. The workplace was odd. It had a creepy vibe. But I'm not picky about the workplace though since HELLO who am I??? Haha! I'd&amp;nbsp; wholeheartedly accept any job as long as it's related to my chosen career path....which to tell you the truth I'm still&amp;nbsp; not sure about. But it's okay. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to wait for about 15 minutes before the staff called me in. First thoughts, interviewer was sorta cute. HAHA! He said hi and extended his hand. I said good morning flashed him a smile and shook his hands.&amp;nbsp; He asked me to have a seat then asked the infamous question:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me about yourself. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my head I was like: Oh Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I hate that question I never know what to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I flashed him a smile anyways then said the basics AND THEN OUT OF NOWHERE included "I'm also hardworking and goal oriented....and uuuuhhhh...yeah."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BRAIN FART.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, I don't know where that came from. The moment I uttered those words I wanted to apologize&amp;nbsp; for the stupidity and then jump out the window.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also he asked me to rate my PHP skills. And I was like what skills? Haha! I said 6. I didn't want the company to expect. And I didn't wanna lie. I hate being lied to so I don't lie to other people. Chos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, I think I did well except for the hard working and goal oriented part. And I think I smiled too much. I think I sorta creeped him out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you must know, I got an invitation for a second interview! Ha! What now aye! I declined though due to uh personal reasons. But I'm glad to know I passed the first interview. Also, it means that I didn't totally creep him out! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully, my next job interviews would go better and hopefully I won't have to write many Funemployed Chronicles. I want to work na!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-7869169937611631664?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7869169937611631664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/funemployed-chronicles-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7869169937611631664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7869169937611631664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/funemployed-chronicles-1.html' title='The Funemployed Chronicles # 1'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-8789182013995493040</id><published>2011-05-19T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:29:17.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Bieber'/><title type='text'>I'm Sick!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yesterday right…I was having such a shitty day right? Like I woke up early and stuff got really excited coz I finished downloading A Walk To Remember in HD the previous night and I was really looking forward to watching it in my TV but my TV won’t read the file so I got really disappointed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I was promised something and I expected it to push through but I find out it’s gonna happen after all. And I’d been looking forward about it ever since LIKE HARDCORE so when I found out that it wasn’t pushing through I felt REALLY down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then I watched Mula Sa Puso and the events were just as shitty. That Selina girl is pure evil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By that point, I completely felt like garbage. I was like… Srsly? What next Taeyang who just turned 23 is getting married? Cmon if you’re gonna break my heart please break it at one go! Don’t torture me even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So whatever, I felt shit the entire day. Then my sisters and I watched Never Say Never for the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And OMG…I got sick after watching it, I had….THE BIEBER FEVER!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahaha! Don’t judge! I never really liked him before but neither did I hate him. I just simply didn’t care. I knew he was huge. Like a superstar. ( Get your mind off the gutter! ) But I never understood the hype.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until finally, I see his movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now everything is clear. I now understand what the fuss is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Justin Bieber is amazing. Seriously. I can't even explain. You have to go see the movie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKZ7ooNv7Tw/TdVhSLarltI/AAAAAAAAB0o/CMyw1pTI9mo/s1600/tumblr_llcm3eV7Tl1qd7dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKZ7ooNv7Tw/TdVhSLarltI/AAAAAAAAB0o/CMyw1pTI9mo/s400/tumblr_llcm3eV7Tl1qd7dog.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You don't know The Biebs, you don't understand The Biebs!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanna Marin, Pretty Little Liars (episode 15)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So true. He's actually a nice, hard working, charming funny kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-8789182013995493040?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/8789182013995493040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8789182013995493040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8789182013995493040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m Sick!!!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKZ7ooNv7Tw/TdVhSLarltI/AAAAAAAAB0o/CMyw1pTI9mo/s72-c/tumblr_llcm3eV7Tl1qd7dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-1050367297682622796</id><published>2011-05-14T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:31:09.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mui Ne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viet Nam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sand Dunes'/><title type='text'>Viet Nam Part 2: Mui Ne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember in my previous post when I mentioned we went to a travel agency? Yeah. We booked ourselves a tour to....Mui Ne!!! Yay! A few days before we left for this trip I was researching and I found out about Mui Ne's sand dunes! I know right? Who knew Viet Nam had sand dunes! And my Mom's all about the Sahara desert and shit so she got excited about it and booked us a tour. Now this wasn't originally in out itinerary so it wasn't included in our budget but whatevs I was REALLY excited for this! Sand dunes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after our City tour which ended at about 5 something we went   straight back to our hotel to rest, pack our things and eat. Our bus was going to pick us up at the travel agency at about 8:30. The trip to Binh Thuan province, where Mui Ne is located, took about 6 hours. We arrived at about 2AM. We were told that we were going to be dropped off at the hotel but we weren't so WTF. Apparently the hotel was a 5 minute walk from where we were dropped off which would've been fine except that it was 2AM and walking in an unfamiliar road was not exciting at all! I thought I was going to end up abducted by a psychotic surgeon and have my mouth stitched to someone's ass or something (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Human_Centipede_%28First_Sequence%29"&gt;Human Centipede&lt;/a&gt;)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0470" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5695469665_740a64b001.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping bus. My Mom didn't like it but she dozed off before anyone else. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Made it to the hotel without getting my mouth stitched to other people's butt! Phew! The hotel was already closed; like I mentioned some hotels in Viet Nam close at night but all you gotta do is wake up the caretaker and you're good to go. It was weird though. We woke him up and he gave us our keys without asking for anything. Like a confirmation slip or something. Pano pala kung wala talaga kameng booking dun edi may free room na kame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0255" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3540/5696046416_6136140415.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muinebeach.net/minhhung/index.htm"&gt;Min Hung Hotel&lt;/a&gt;. Took a quick shot when we finally found the hotel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To our surprise the room was pretty nice.&amp;nbsp; It was spacious as heck and clean! The bathroom was also very room! Went straight to sleep coz our tour guide would be picking us up at 6AM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0257" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5181/5695470401_f0a5330408.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0260" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5101/5696046296_78882e032f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bathroom was huge. You can't really see it in the photo but there was a huge space at the right side. Could go camping in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we woke up late. Like 5:30AM late. Had no time to take a shower and do all my going out rituals.&amp;nbsp; When we went down our driver/tour guide and a 4x4 jeep was already waiting for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0001" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2228/5695476387_d105d068af.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0002" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/5696052694_fd0caeff6c.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a bright sunny day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a sort of a long trip to the sand dunes. About less than an hour I think. Our driver took us first to the Fishing Village which was full of...fishermen and boats for...fishing. It didn't really interest us or anything so we didn't stay long there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0007" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3351/5696045562_edf0714d6c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Early morning chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0006" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3268/5696045940_08ca6abea1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got it from my momma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, we then headed back to the road. We were all getting excited and stuff since the view on the way was really pretty. Imagine this....lovely, lovely beach plus desert-ish scene combined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0494" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/5695470311_6ea950f3e7.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0016" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2505/5696054560_3fc6efc959.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The photos doesn't do the place justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We arrived at the sand dunes a little past 7AM. We were excited as shit! It was SO pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0504" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/5695480393_98691c98ec.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0514" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3568/5695480655_586897a30f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was little lake thing filled with waterlilies in the sand dunes area. I thought you could go boating or something coz there was a couple boating turns out it was only for a photoshoot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0515" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5023/5695481043_16ded957b0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can also rent these motorbike thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0525" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3390/5695488139_8cd9f6f491.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was surprisingly no one in the place. Like maybe a couple of tourists. I love how quiet it was. Like we had the whole place to ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0520" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5309/5696055522_8baf383bcd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0052" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/5719439775_f92c8ff349.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story so since there were only three of us and we didn't have a tripod we obviously couldn't take a photo with the three of us. So my sister and I took turns on taking photos with Mama. While camwhoring and stuff two men arrived and saw us and one of them offered to take a photo of us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0533" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/5696063272_dd34925a9e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice of him and he was also very hot so I took the opportunity to ask him if we could have a photo taken with him. HAHAHA! He was taken aback but granted my request. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I present to you baby boy # 3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0535" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/5695482787_1e22acd936.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not only is he very attractive, he is also French! Haha! I love me some French men! Haha! When we asked him where we came from he said: "France." but he pronounced it as "Francais" Gaaaaah! So cute! Oh but he lives in England. He is apparently staying in Saigon for a few months coz he has a project or something. Oo alam ko na ang buong life story nya by the time we separated. Haha! Anyway, forgot his name! Shux! Tapos the man he was with wasn't friendly as he was, he kept taking pictures lang while we chatted with his friend. We offered pa nga to take a photo of them two kaso sabi nung isa "No thank you" daw. Charot. We were thinking maybe they're boyfriends! Haha! Baka nagselos yung isa kasi nilalandi namen boyfriend nya. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I wanted to go farther but it was getting really hot! So after spending a good 20 minutes basking on the sand dunes' we decided we've had enough and headed back to our driver. The thing with our driver is that, though he was super nice, he spoke very little English so he never really spoke much. He just smiled. We thought we were going back to our hotel but he took us next to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0085" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/5719403633_3efde101f9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The red sand dunes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0077" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/5719964554_8c3cf837d2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0068" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/5719964110_23d037202b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0540" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/5696060840_2123f6ec86.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The red sand felt finer than the white one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0073" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/5719977252_f6f6430d58.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike in the white sand dines there were tons of people in red dunes.&amp;nbsp; Kids were running around and ithe aura was completely opposite from the white sand. People spent their time sliding down the sand hill thingy. There were kids renting out plastic thingies you can use to slide on the sand hills. They amazingly spoke good English!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funny moment. So we were used to everyone not being able to speak English so we were surprised to hear that these kids could speak well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kid: Hi! Do you want to slide down? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom: No thank you. You speak good English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kid: Yes. I go to school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha! Nga naman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd&amp;nbsp; love to go slide down the hills and stuff but it was already 8 something and it was already very hot! I didn't think it would be worth it since...like I said it was hot plus I didn't get to take a shower so I felt &lt;i&gt;extra &lt;/i&gt;sticky.&amp;nbsp; So after taking photos we left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, we thought we were going back to the hotel but we had another stop...Fairy Stream! Basically the Fairy Stream is a creek that winds its way through the sand dunes. It was rather lovely. The water was really shallow and the ground was super soft; it was mus and (red) sand! Fun to walk with barefeet! I especially loved the colourful sand banks along the sides. So pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0095" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/5719984726_580663da80.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0119" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2745/5719985478_2c37e966c5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0099" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3512/5719423531_6c0ece2f0e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0105" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/5719423253_1bf5ca239a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aron_Ralston"&gt; Aron Ralston&lt;/a&gt; ang peg ko dito! Haha! Don't judge the cowboy hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0575" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2223/5719440781_3607ef623f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shux! It was super pretty in real life. Or maybe I'm just easily amused! I&amp;nbsp; love nature!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I personally enjoyed the Fairy Stream we didn't get to see what was in the end since Mom kept complaining about how hot it was and how tired she was getting so we headed back without getting to the end. UGH! Was disappointed. I am so going back to Mui Ne the next time I visit Viet Nam and finish the freaking Fairy Stream!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that it was finally time to go back to the hotel. We got back at our hotel a little before 11AM. We were tired, felt sticky and hungry but we definitely had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0121" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2676/5719985648_016a8e42eb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our super nice driver/ tour guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0582" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2356/5720001584_67512ecd5d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About to head out to the beach after the tour. That behind us is our room. It was a really nice little hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My plan was to swim for a little bit since I looooove beaches! I even had my togs on if you guys haven't noticed from the  photos! But alas, we couldn't find where the way to the beach was  and time was running out. Our trip back to Ho Chi Minh was at 2PM. So we  decided to just walk back to the hotel and rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We left our hotel a little before 2. Had lunch at the restaurant beside the travel agency then embarked on our 6 hour journey back to Ho Chi Minh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0585" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/5719459047_0537c91704.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0584" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3450/5720002696_782153c692.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0008" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2525/5720002786_b94058b2dd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Mui Ne tour&amp;nbsp; cost us about $130.&lt;/span&gt; That's about 5,000 pesos. That includes bus fare (round trip), hotel accommodation, private jeep, tour guide, sand dune tour, Fishing Village tour and Fairy stream tour. Worth it in my opinion. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TIPS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&lt;i&gt; I think &lt;/i&gt;you can also schedule your sand dune tour during the late afternoon when the sun's not that high anymore. You can't book it on afternoon because duh obviously the sand would be too hot to walk on. So it's either early morning or late afternoon. I think early morning is better! Our tour guide picked us up at 6AM. Initially, when our travel agency told us that we requested a later pick up time so we can sleep longer but NO! 6AM in my opinion is actually too late! Have your tour guide pick you up earlier like... I dunno 5AM. so you can enjoy the sand dunes longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bring water and food. Don't wanna starve and dehydrate yourself=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You can rent the sleds for about 20,000 dong I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At the Fairy Stream, you will be asked by a bunch of kids to remove your footwear and leave it at the starting point. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DON'T LEAVE IT THERE. CARRY YOUR FOOTWEAR WITH YOU.&lt;/span&gt; They'll charge you 3,000 dong per person. What they'll do is make you leave your footwear then when you comeback they charge you then point at the sign board &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(which wasn't there before)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; that says that leaving your footwear will cost you 3000 dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Also, kids will offer you their tour guiding services at the Fairy Stream. YOU DON'T NEED A GUIDE&lt;/b&gt;. If they tell you the water's too deep blah blah blah. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LIES&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;You can walk all by yourself. &lt;/b&gt;We did it ourselves with no help from a guide and we were&lt;b&gt; safe and sound &lt;/b&gt;all throughout the walk&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; No deep water or anything. The deepest water there is didn't even reach up&amp;nbsp; my knee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you're planning to go to Mui Ne alot &lt;b&gt;at least two days for your trip&lt;/b&gt; since there's tons of places to visit! We were only there half day since we had to get back the next day for our Cu Chi Tunnel tour. BITIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it. I'll try to post the last part in a few days. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys! Hope you enjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-1050367297682622796?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/1050367297682622796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/viet-nam-part-2-mui-ne.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1050367297682622796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1050367297682622796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/viet-nam-part-2-mui-ne.html' title='Viet Nam Part 2: Mui Ne!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5695469665_740a64b001_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7981813918297259268</id><published>2011-05-01T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T11:54:24.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saigon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ho Chi Minh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viet Nam'/><title type='text'>Viet Nam Part 1: City Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to Viet Nam with my sister and my Mom last week. I wasn’t really too thrilled when I first heard that this year’s destination is Viet Nam. I mean who goes to Viet Nam??? There’s like practically nothing to see there apart from rice fields right? But whatever I wanted to leave so off we went to Viet Nam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOOOOOONG post ahead. I want to impart every detail! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;VERY PHOTO HEAVY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We flew with Cebu Pacific. Our flight was at night (11PM) and though I have flown at night before I never realized how pretty it is to fly in the evening! You see the city lights from below and it’s absolutely beautiful. They disappear after a few minutes though. Haha! When the plane goes higher there’s nothing to see since it’s pitch black outside. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0454" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5027/5676273278_ec710ee789.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just arrived at the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0459" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5149/5676273282_ddec0ba854.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. Indian food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0302" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5188/5676273260_39b6b30e11.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for our plane! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0466" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5262/5676273302_d23207c6dc.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About to take off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We landed in Ho Chi Minh (formerly known as Saigon) at about 12:25 AM. No it doesn’t take 1 ½ hour to get to Viet Nam. It actually takes about 2 hours. Viet Nam is one hour behind from Philippines. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0478" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5185/5676273312_9f759dc1ff.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0484" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5062/5676273316_4ba95fcb27.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outfit. Wore me harem pants coz I didn't wanna wear denim while traveling!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wore slippers the entire time. Didn't bring any other footwear of sort! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="asdd" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5222/5675738875_6250d5ee9c.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money exchange! That's my sister being a millionaire! Haha! 2.5M right there! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay listen up! &lt;b&gt;TIP: When you’re arriving late at night make sure you’ve already booked yourself at a hotel &lt;/b&gt;(Especially if you plan on staying at the backpackers area). Weird as it may sound some hotels close in Ho Chi Minh. We being the adventurer that we are decided to not book before arriving so when we got there all the hotels were closed and WTF what we gonna do? The area also looked quite shady&amp;nbsp; (it's very safe though) which didn’t help at all since my Mom started to have a mini panic attack. But then again, you can just knock at the hotels and the receptionist (who is most likely sleeping) will accommodate you. If the hotel is full try the hotel next to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The backpackers area is an alley in Pham Ngu Lao St. lined with CHEAP AS hotels. So you have tons of choices! If by some weird luck all the hotels are fully booked just walk around the city since there are SO many hotels scattered all over. Only, I assume they won’t be as cheap as the ones in the backpackers area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyways, a few minutes later another group of travelers arrived and we just decided to follow them and check if the hotel they were staying at had free rooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily they did. We stayed at Red Sun Hotel. It was $25 per night so that’s about 1000+ pesos…with FREE breakfast! MAD CHEAP! The room was a bit small but it was really clean! Not bad as I expected! In fact, it wasn’t bad at all! It was pretty nice for $25! Plus the receptionist Yen, was SO nice! She was very accommodating. Helped us with everything! We had noodles that we wanted to eat before sleeping and we asked her if there was hot water she said no but she offered to make some for us. And she even delivered it to our room. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0496" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5186/5675800525_22281bab72.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rooms were basic but very neat. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day I told them that we should tour the city since from what I’ve read online you can go to all the tourist spots on foot. We met a Filipino family in the dining area who suggested we book ourselves a city tour from a travelling agency since it would be much easier. It was too late though so we just decided to tour the city ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0316" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5223/5675800533_18ec9c4c4a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0315" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5062/5675800541_d5e6a26e28.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They offered bread, egg (three different style of cooking to choose from obviously I chose omelet), fruit and juice (or coffee).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before we headed to explore the city we went to a travel agency right in front of the alley to book my Mom’s flight to Hanoi and our itinerary for the next day which I shall elaborate on the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0011" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5067/5675865953_8900289294.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The backpackers' alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0015" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5306/5675800553_77268a3064.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booking flights and tours. Took FOREVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0018" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5103/5675800579_3df43ff089.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister fell asleep!=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hullabaloo took an hour or so it was about 11AM when we finished and we were starving so we decided to have brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0028" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5229/5676509132_ab4bd0b5ba.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bun Bo Hue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0031" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5181/5676509152_de3e242813.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0032" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5182/5676509172_91ea800029.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0036" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5230/5676509194_2ee147e024.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was okay. Nothing spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0035" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5183/5676509184_e603dd8cfa.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0030" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5227/5676509140_fbd4a10398.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iced tea. Literally. When we ordered them we thought it was Lipton or Nestea. But it was just tea. With ice. =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then...haha. The thing about this restaurant is...they had cute waiters! Hahaha! Friends please meet our baby boys. =))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="hahaha" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5106/5676575594_36fc8c9528.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUSOG NA BUSOG! Haha! They were very game on posing with us. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cute story: So we wanted to take a photo so we asked the baby boy with my sister to take a photo for us gow naman si baby boy. Kaso he couldn't really speak English. Before taking the photo, bumwelo muna si baby boy ng isa malalim na hinihinga and then muttered 1 2 3. It looked like he was about to pass out trying t get those words out of his mouth. Tapos when he was going to take na the empty plates he asked naman the baby boy with me what he should say. So cuuuute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, city tour proper na! Touring the city by yourself is far more recommendable than booking a city tour which would cost you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a few dollars (about 10 I think I forgot). So &lt;b&gt;TIP: Do the city tour by yourself! &lt;/b&gt;As long as you can read a map (I can’t I suck SO bad but my Mom’s really good!) you’d be perfectly fine! Plus if you do the tour by yourself you can go at your own pace. No tour guide telling you that picture time is over since you have to get to the next stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First stop was Ben Than Market. This is their Divisoria. Clothes, accessories, shoes, souvenirs, food…everything you want you can buy here. Frankly, I think the clothes were mediocre. Nothing spectacular or to go crazy about. The souvenirs were nice. The accessories were GOOD and CHEAP. I never tried the food. Also the food area smelled strongly of durian. Haha! So even if I wanted to try and eat at the food area I couldn’t since I hate smell of durian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0052" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5676575598_6951e45a1e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0055" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5104/5676575610_c0b2b986c7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took a photo because the dragonfruits amuse me! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next stop was the Reunification Palace. From what I’ve read from other travel blogs there isn’t much to see in there so we never went inside. But if you’re really curious and don’t mind spending money to see rooms with chairs and tables then go ahead. A lot of people were also amused by the fountain and took photos with it but I found it rather uninteresting…or maybe I just got sick of fountains since we have those in every corner in my university! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0083" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5307/5676619846_48c532838c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Palace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0060" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5308/5676619872_bf843009e6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around in Saigon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0344" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5305/5676177729_04b6576b7b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mothergoose and sisterette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0349" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5147/5676177739_3e46265314.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom enjoying the 50,000 dong buko juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our next stop was the &lt;b&gt;Notredame Cathedral&lt;/b&gt;. This I got really excited about because I’ve read about this from other travelers. It’s a French-built cathedral which occupies scenic Paris Square&amp;nbsp; It was closed&amp;nbsp; though when we got there but I had fun walking around the cathedral.&amp;nbsp; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0116" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5188/5676619916_9523a78b71.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naka shades since very TIMYAP ang fez ko nung mga panahong yan. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0115" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5228/5676619904_1a6c42ac83.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cong Xa Paris. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0123" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5221/5676088185_c4152f81ac.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw blue telephone booths which reminded of the infamous red ones in England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0385" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5224/5676177745_7b7a3c8352.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagenjoy sya masyado sa mga halaman. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0171" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5147/5676088209_e2caab38ed.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cathedral!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next stop was the &lt;b&gt;Post Office&lt;/b&gt;. It was right beside the Cathedral so that was good. Well it was just a post office really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0189" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5676088219_c9af647d85.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0222" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5270/5676088233_4ded1ba5c4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute ATM booths inside the Post Office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0219" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5310/5676088231_a93ce556d8.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside. They sold souvenirs and shit. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0227" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5308/5676088237_accbd34510.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I traveled naka-sight din kame ng nagfo-photoshoot. Wedding rin ang theme. Bet ko sana to take a photo with the groom kaso nadiscourage ako baka awayin ako ng bride. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next stop was the &lt;b&gt;War Remnants Museum&lt;/b&gt;. This is the one I’ve been &lt;b&gt;really, really &lt;/b&gt;looking forward to seeing. Bet ko talaga ang museums and interested ako sa mga happenings sa war! Bet ko kasi making sundalo. Seriously. Anyway, as the name states it’s depicts the horrors of the Viet Nam war…somehow disturbing but I like it! &lt;b&gt;Entrance is 15,000 dong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0421" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5105/5676155853_42271a2acf.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0428" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5108/5676155857_49dc27e18a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mainly they had (VERY disturbing) photos and war paraphernalia inside. That may seem really boring at first but if you actually look at the photos and read what it says it’s actually very interesting. That is if you’re interested in war and that kind of shit. Now I like these kind of stuff so I enjoyed our visit&amp;nbsp; very much. If that doesn’t interest you still…&lt;b&gt;MARAMING BEAUTIFUL BOYS!!! Oh ano pupunta ka na? &lt;/b&gt;Haha! If you’re a guy I’m pretty sure you’re interested in wars I guess. And I’m not sure if there were many pretty girls since the hell I care but I’m pretty sure there were! Kiber lang ako kasi nagconcentrate ako sa paghahanap ng baby boys! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0424" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5310/5676177759_b5868139b1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0457" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5021/5676177775_2017ceb685.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0242" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5182/5676177753_d5954b590d.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0446" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5186/5676155869_128997073d.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every travel blogger who's been to Vietnam had their photo taken with this guy right here so I had to have mine taken as well. The dude's not real but he looked creepily alive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0448" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5305/5676155885_12e49e0e6b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below the rails are the prisoners. But tell you what...only the first two rail thingy are realthe rest..it's just a wall painting! Didn't know it would look so real in picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0450" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5063/5676155901_f64fd8c1c6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaahh...funny story about this photo. My sister first looked inside and I got curious as well so I decided to take a peek. Had a mini heart attack and screamed a little too loud with what I saw which was this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0449" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5105/5676155905_51df7cce10.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looked mad creepy in person and it was really dark inside! A little Asian kid saw me scream and walked away giggling. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0452" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5181/5676248943_772d7f5f63.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torture techniques. I read it and I can't imagine what the prisoners went through! It's so MORBID! It would make a good gore movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So apart from looking and finding out what war was like in Viet Nam. You can also go stalk beautiful boys as they explore the museum. It was fun! Haha! I shall make a separate entry about that aye? =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that we wanted to go to the opera house and a few more places but we had to get back to our hotel at 5:30 since we had a bus to catch for next day’s trip. So we walked back to our area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hungry so we had merienda at this donut shop which looked like Dunkin Donuts but isnamed Donuts Donuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0249" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5190/5676248971_6552f90981.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0250" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5186/5676248985_a97b286d9a.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had a pretty transparent chair like &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.ph/imglanding?q=transparent+chair&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;hl=tl&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;tbnid=VC96pxHvcTNPVM:&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.urbanbarn.com/products/Dining-Room/Dining-Chairs/aurora-transparent-chair/559&amp;amp;imgurl=http://www.urbanbarn.com/data/catalog/559-large.jpg&amp;amp;w=384&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;ei=DKK9TduBO4SyuAPf_ejLBQ&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;iact=hc&amp;amp;page=2&amp;amp;tbnh=181&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;start=18&amp;amp;ndsp=21&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:18,s:18&amp;amp;biw=1280&amp;amp;bih=652"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! Can't really see it since I am sitting on it! Also Haggardo Versoza na very much ang lola nyo. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0251" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5069/5676248991_9d35ebb177.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had Oreo glazed donut! I had an Oreo glazed donut for the first time in Malaysia (J Cos!) and I fell in love with it ever since! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our hotel after, rested then cleaned our selves up then went to the Pho noodle restaurant right round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0253" height="180" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5676302939_5f5cdd4d5c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="SAM_0254" height="180" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5022/5676302923_b95e81b8d7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40,000 dong for a HUGE bowl of Vietnamese goodness! I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0465" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5676309897_7e8280ab0e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo does not depict how many motorbikes are there in Viet Nam during rush hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over all, I think this was a successful day since I got to see all the places I wanted to see! Was REALLY tired at the end of the day but I was really HAPPY! =D Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there! That’s Part 1! Before I end this post I shall give yous pointers just in case you wanna go in Viet Nam as well. Shall post more soon but this is the only ones I can think of right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIP #1:&lt;/b&gt; Bring US dollars. It is widely accepted. Thirsty? Want to buy a bottle of water from that old lady in the side walk but got no more Dong? No problem. Pay in dollar. =) You can use dollar to pay anywhere. =D COOOOOOOOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIP # 2:&lt;/b&gt; If those guys selling buko juice talk to you… DO NOT talk to them or even make eye contact. Act as if they’re invisible and you can’t see them UNLESS you really intend to buy. They will follow you and worse if you stop and talk they will open one up for you shove it down your throat and you have no other choice but to pay them. My Mom being the Miss Congeniality that she is decided to talk to one and we had to pay 100,000 dong for two unsolicited coconut juice. It was good but we never wanted to buy so…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIP # 3: &lt;/b&gt;Crossing the street? Saigon’s street isn’t actually as crowded as you think it may be. UNLESS it’s rush hour. That’s a different story, city of Saigon during rush hour is CRAZY! I’ve never seen so many motorbikes all the same time in my entire life! Anyway, if you’re in a major road just wait for the pedestrian light to go green and just cross like you normally would... DUH. If you’re in a little street (there won’t be pedestrian lights there) and there’s motorbikes everywhere (and there will be TONS) don’t wait for it to be all gone. They won’t especially during rush hour. Just cross. You will make it. You know how travel bloggers say you can make it alive even if you cross the street with your eyes closed. True.&amp;nbsp; Motorbikes will maneuver out of your way. You will be fine. Don’t stop walking once you start crossing or you will be surrounded by motorbikes and people will hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIP #4: &lt;/b&gt;Most people can only speak VERY minimal English. This was probably the biggest obstacle all throughout we were there. When we went to Singapore and Malaysia every spoke English so it was easy getting around asking for directions and stuff but in Viet Nam most can’t speak English. Like what I mentioned earlier when we ate lunch. Some Vietnamese who can speak English have a strong accent I could barely understand them but that’s just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tip #5:&lt;/b&gt; If you’re doing the City tour by yourself buy water in the streets as they are cheaper. Also it would be wiser to buy a 1.5 litre one for yourself rather than buying a small one because you’re gonna do a lot of walking and most tourist carry one so don’t feel weird walking around with a&amp;nbsp; a huge as bottle of water. Also bring food to munch on while walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So that’s it! First day and I love Viet Nam already!!! Wait for Pars 2 and 3 aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you actually read the whole thing...THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-7981813918297259268?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7981813918297259268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/viet-nam-part-1-city-tour.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7981813918297259268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7981813918297259268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/05/viet-nam-part-1-city-tour.html' title='Viet Nam Part 1: City Tour'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5027/5676273278_ec710ee789_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-3261666616074050926</id><published>2011-04-29T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:55:12.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Done With Uni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I graduated last April 13! Yay! And as much as people think that I'm not grateful. I AM. I&amp;nbsp; really am. &lt;b&gt;Especially to God &lt;/b&gt;(Because some people think that I'm some sort of a devil worshiper or something which I am NOT).I mean I finished university on time and without failing&lt;b&gt; anything&lt;/b&gt; so I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; that God is the only one behind this. Not myself or anyone else. So I'm thankful to Him. For always saving me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next to my parents, especially my Mom, who in spite of almost always getting a heart attack everytime I tell&amp;nbsp; her how much&amp;nbsp; this semester's tuition fee is gonna cost her, continued to support me and gave me everything I needed and more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next is to everyone in Area C who welcomed me to their home who in spite of me being very messy and hardly helping out in the house chores, never said anything and continued being patient with me. Thank you. I really appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And everyone in university: my professors, classmates, blockmates and crushes. Thanks for the memories! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So without further a do...I shall bombard you with photos now. No need for words since I'm pretty sure everyone knows what goes on during a graduation ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0093" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5264/5661243180_4b854a3eb7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0092" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5070/5660673351_f61c16965d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother and father goose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0096" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5146/5660676241_ffc0a3565e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About to go in the gymnasium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="206323_1997522419320_1281290664_2465533_1021197_n" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5021/5661226680_d9e47115e0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0097" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5270/5661246192_12fc26f1fd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="208726_1997536499672_1281290664_2465559_5814482_n" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5222/5660655019_ee12bb8f96.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0098" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5062/5660671655_a5c71ec3e2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About to go on stage! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0104" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5267/5660620305_def70eafb6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="216438_1997533779604_1281290664_2465550_4111644_n" height="332" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5067/5661227572_1abe01a49f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="216619_1997537299692_1281290664_2465561_4572296_n" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5661222678_affce19f32.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="206358_1997528619475_1281290664_2465544_70387_n" height="332" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5226/5661227876_c1e42aee2f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="207416_1997524659376_1281290664_2465537_7091216_n" height="332" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5148/5661228410_d3bcd9ef2d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0123" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5106/5661194584_f9c7fbca63.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0119" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5104/5661192014_a8d7331098.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0125" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5660627389_ff4e73f33b.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the programme my parents and I went to the nearest mall to have  lunch since we were all starving. Ate at Pizza Hut. I love my Italian  food!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0128" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5660629631_33028f71c8.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0130" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5224/5661199314_73e674d1eb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shrimp garlic thingy. WAS FANTASTIC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then after we home to fetch my sibs coz we were going to Tagaytay to celebrate with our relatives. First stop was in Picnic Grove since bet ng mga kids mag horseback riding! I didn't go since I was wearing heels but I would've if I wasn't! I love horses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0172" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5030/5660636293_0f7e311f19.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0176" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5660638949_6bc22140cf.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We brought Toffee along since he hates being left alone in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0169" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5069/5661206206_c06c984286.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0177" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5189/5661209062_3e854a48c3.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He kept struggling free so I got scratches all over my leg! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0182" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5230/5660643223_56efb28d4f.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looooove him still though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0141" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5264/5661203574_be8be7b2a9.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0161" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5110/5661205424_cf1c0308c8.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then after we went to this pretty hotel and had dinner! It was really pretty inside! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0147" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5264/5661201568_9edceb48d1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0243" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5228/5660647881_8872e40638.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0207" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5029/5660642051_8139b7caa2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0214" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5104/5661212698_53657de315.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More cousin pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0220" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5224/5661215020_00b6c2b8ac.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0236" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5226/5661214016_d47517a243.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0254" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5308/5661217404_708644cc29.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0289" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5103/5661218862_4e31343754.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fail na kuha ng kapatid ko. She took about 10 photos. ALL were blurred.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0306" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5661220678_86482accdb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vegetable soup. 8/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0309" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5102/5661221988_917a4bfd47.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pancit. 7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0312" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5660679175_26df9ecaf1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kebab! 9/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We also ordered tenderloin, blueberry tarts and leche flan but everyone started digging in when the food came out so I wasn't able to take photos! =))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a good, happy day!&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/6357940315718944727-3261666616074050926?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/3261666616074050926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/04/done-with-uni.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3261666616074050926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3261666616074050926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/04/done-with-uni.html' title='Done With Uni'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5264/5661243180_4b854a3eb7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7881050416869443903</id><published>2011-04-26T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:18:20.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Charlotte'/><title type='text'>Good Charlotte Live at the Ayala Malls</title><content type='html'>Okay so I've been putting this off for the longest time because...well I was lazy but I gotta do it since I have other stuff I need to blog about soon. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my Good Charlotte Live at the Ayala Malls post! FINALLY! AND THIS IS GOING TO BE LOOOONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DAY BEFORE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tonet went to get tickets at Glorietta. It was thank God a free show! (Party party!) We were scared that the ticket would run out soon so we decided to leave real early. Like &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;early. Like 6:30 AM early. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really panicked because I was a bit late and we thought that once we get there there'd be fan girls everywhere and there'd be no tickets left for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_2451" height="342" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5142/5658232976_7bd22012dd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we got there about an hour before the mall opens and there really wasn't that much people yet. We were actually one of the firsts! Yay! Mad happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_2454" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5230/5657664585_3c24f934e1.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonet and me waiting. Was wearing shades since I barely got any sleep the night before therefore I looked absolutely horrendous than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_2459" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5065/5657670471_83fab99a56.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_2461" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5658248124_84fedd36da.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_2462" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5658250740_e5b7b698be.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were first in line! Oh yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After getting tickets at Glorietta, we went to Visions and Expressions' office which was in Makati as well. I won a pair of tickets from a Twitter contest by by the fabulous Miss Divine Lee, her beau Victor Basa and Ms. Ginggay sponsored by Visions!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha! It was funny because I was really worried days before the show that we won't get tickets since it's a first come first served basis. We had to get to Glorietta really early since we didn't know how many people would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I won the contest. So I was assured of two tickets! OMFG! Felt like this was all meant to be! Haha! Anyways, f you guys were wondering what I had to do I had to answer a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ang nagbabagang bulaklak and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I answered: Nagbabaga is sun and bulaklak is flower. EDI SUNFLOWER! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame but whatever! I won! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to pick my price up after getting tickets from Glorietta then headed home with the BIGGEST smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_2453 (2)" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5229/5657662375_7bf0971264.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tickets! Didn't know what the difference was between the red (the one I won)&amp;nbsp; and orange one but I found out the day of the show. Really thankful because I was mad worried about getting tickets and I ended up having three!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;THE DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was SO excited! I woke up at noon then started getting ready. My sister and I left at about 2PM. The traffic was SO bad as usual. We got at Glorietta past three. Tonet and her friend Tad were already there. AND THE BAND WAS JUST ABOUT TO FINISH REHEARSING!!! Got so excited because OMFG. After eight long years. There they are. The guys whose songs fill up my iPod in flesh. I couldn't be more happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also I found out that the red ones were the sponsored ticket and the orange one was kinda like a general admission one.And we had different places assigned. So I gave the orange ticket to Tad and me and my sister went to the entrance area of the sponsored tickets. A few minutes later the band ended their sound check and they passed right in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0004" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5149/5658204514_007eab11d5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0008" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5150/5658206114_7c92c55637.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHA! That's the band on the way back to their hotel. Kalerkz! BLURRED kasi in all happened so fast. May narining na lang akong sumigaw and then before I knew it they were walking right in front of us. Muntik na po akong himatayin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ayun, we had to wait a few hours. 5:30 kasi sila magpapasok. When 5:30 came they started letting people in. First they let a group of foreign boys in then they had us go in na rin.&amp;nbsp; We had to wait again since it was still pretty early and people were just starting to arrive. And grabeness ha, everyone was Englishing here and there. My gahd my nose! Also, I heard a staff say to someone "Oh it's okay later naman youd get to stand! People will go the front" so I told my sister "Later when Good Charlotte comes out be ready. We have to get to the front!" HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0017" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5104/5657637409_c960420b2a.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0018" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5305/5658211640_9ed2d432dd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0019" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5188/5658213346_d4c91558f4.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 6PM came we saw the band go backstage. Tapos they showed a little clip of all the foreign acts that Ayala Malls have brought in the country. Blah, everybody kept screaming but I hardly knew most of the bands they showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPOS TAPOS!!! After that they dimmed the lights. AND THEN CARDIOLOGY STARTED PLAYING! Grabe everyone was kinda cluless I think but I was like "OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!" Then they started singing The Anthem! And people stood up and chairs were flying everywhere! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being the professional fan girl that I am I managed to get to the very front row and we were right below the stage. It was amazing. I was SO close to them. SO CLOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0023" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5188/5657655727_88c0aa8a3c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0022" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5305/5658227968_38234712d0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0054" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5066/5657649419_aed233a40a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0045" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5267/5657648791_ec8aa27223.jpg" width="407" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="SAM_0060" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5148/5658232010_47301ecc65.jpg" width="407" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were performing The River in this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0041" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5146/5657651695_9047f6554a.jpg" width="407" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ever multi-talented, mad sexy Billy Martin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They were AMAZING. &lt;b&gt;Sounded SO GOOD live!&lt;/b&gt; I was really impressed! I love them more than ever now! The energy was great and they were just...amazing. Sounded just like how they sound in the CD! Benji kept saying that he's moving here. Hahaha! They made the people laugh in between the songs and they were just so pleasant! They were JUST AMAZING. I can't think of any other words to describe what it was like that night! At the end of the show they told people to keep going for their dreams because that's what they did. They were really inspiring and it was touching to know how thankful and how they want everyone to go for what they want in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played I think about 14 songs? It was so amazing. Surreal! I was screaming my lungs out and jumping up and down and I swear Joel made eye contact with me three times! I FCKNG SWEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then after the show there was a meet and greet and CD signing. I didn't get stubs for the meet and greet but I did get to the CD signing!!! Was so excited since when I first found out about their gig back here all I wanted was to see them perform live and now I get to meet them. Okay before you get confused at the meet and greet you were allowed to take pictures with the band and at the CD signing you can't. Cameras weren't allowed! BOO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0074" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5063/5658215564_ca9c62948e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I planned the things I was going to say to the band but I completely lost it when I was in front of them. Sorta kept squealing and saying stuff which I can't remember! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BRAIN FART!&lt;/span&gt; Haha! Even forgot to get my other CDs signed!  WTF srsly I was so overwhelmed!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The part that stood out the most though is my little conversation with Joel which went like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: *huge freaky fangirl smile* Hi Joel! You have the cutest kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Joel: Oh thank you! That's just coz of their Mom. *normal person smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best conversation I have ever had in my life. Ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And also how is it possible that everyone in the band is SO crazily ATTRACTIVE? How? Why is everyone SO good looking? Why? =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the CD signing we waited for them outside because we're fangirls like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0078" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5658230870_7d67cbe6f1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SAM_0076" height="297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5228/5657656531_c980e9cb42.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And yeah that's their ride behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was overall just an amazing experience. &lt;b&gt;SO FAR THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE.&lt;/b&gt; Cannot wait for them to come back! CANNOT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I fully end this loooong entry here's a treat...Joel Madden saying Mahal Kita! SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VQhwbt5Carg" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I feel my head's still spinning &lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing alright (hey) &lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I think I just had the best night of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&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/6357940315718944727-7881050416869443903?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7881050416869443903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-charlotte-live-at-ayala-malls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7881050416869443903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7881050416869443903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-charlotte-live-at-ayala-malls.html' title='Good Charlotte Live at the Ayala Malls'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5142/5658232976_7bd22012dd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7604054129137072457</id><published>2011-04-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:09:06.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Charlotte'/><title type='text'>Good Charlotte Live in Manila!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pPqW2u_bpIg/TZoIzudOEoI/AAAAAAAABxw/GwAfBqL1GfE/s1600/208718_10150141055435885_318881135884_6615699_1679600_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pPqW2u_bpIg/TZoIzudOEoI/AAAAAAAABxw/GwAfBqL1GfE/s320/208718_10150141055435885_318881135884_6615699_1679600_n.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I missed them when they went here last 2005. Missed Joel's LAX gig last 2009. I am not missing them this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-7604054129137072457?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7604054129137072457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-charlotte-live-in-manila.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7604054129137072457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7604054129137072457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-charlotte-live-in-manila.html' title='Good Charlotte Live in Manila!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pPqW2u_bpIg/TZoIzudOEoI/AAAAAAAABxw/GwAfBqL1GfE/s72-c/208718_10150141055435885_318881135884_6615699_1679600_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-1319661995511738244</id><published>2011-04-01T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:51:35.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>Baccalaureate Mass</title><content type='html'>Baccalaureate Mass! Nothing very interesting happened. Anyway, I have no idea why the photos lose their quality once uploaded. Pisses me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nikaXKFgJZM/TZX-DvyZnrI/AAAAAAAABxE/Lv-J8OySg2Y/s1600/SAM_2243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nikaXKFgJZM/TZX-DvyZnrI/AAAAAAAABxE/Lv-J8OySg2Y/s400/SAM_2243.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6Ygg930Rxw/TZX-Jaz68wI/AAAAAAAABxI/up2615cwNv0/s1600/SAM_2250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6Ygg930Rxw/TZX-Jaz68wI/AAAAAAAABxI/up2615cwNv0/s400/SAM_2250.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Classmate ko! Okai! Awardee yan! I think he truly deserves it. I'm so proud of him. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-blSRgsZuBhk/TZX-PxODaYI/AAAAAAAABxM/IRxTxJRc6h0/s1600/SAM_2257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZoPiGlFeGs/TZX-XTcxXJI/AAAAAAAABxQ/Ee-QfWUOAPM/s1600/SAM_2263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZoPiGlFeGs/TZX-XTcxXJI/AAAAAAAABxQ/Ee-QfWUOAPM/s400/SAM_2263.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom. Picture daw kame sa may countdown thingy. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVb_YSfS_yY/TZX-f9pMK8I/AAAAAAAABxU/TBZgHSunykA/s1600/SAM_2266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVb_YSfS_yY/TZX-f9pMK8I/AAAAAAAABxU/TBZgHSunykA/s400/SAM_2266.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap6dpVcQ020/TZX-nmLNXXI/AAAAAAAABxY/wAONY09-zc0/s1600/SAM_2269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap6dpVcQ020/TZX-nmLNXXI/AAAAAAAABxY/wAONY09-zc0/s400/SAM_2269.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red Ribbon after. Ginutom si Mudak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vISkQ950BjI/TZX-vP9a9vI/AAAAAAAABxc/zkk37YzIrA8/s1600/SAM_2271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vISkQ950BjI/TZX-vP9a9vI/AAAAAAAABxc/zkk37YzIrA8/s400/SAM_2271.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptnt4Igq5vc/TZX-3orwshI/AAAAAAAABxg/oi1_DJ5pwXE/s1600/SAM_2276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptnt4Igq5vc/TZX-3orwshI/AAAAAAAABxg/oi1_DJ5pwXE/s400/SAM_2276.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMWD8QQUjeM/TZX--VWchhI/AAAAAAAABxk/aOS2q5arGbo/s1600/SAM_2279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMWD8QQUjeM/TZX--VWchhI/AAAAAAAABxk/aOS2q5arGbo/s400/SAM_2279.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate Heaven! Chocolate heaven indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXiv-8OA-HM/TZX_I0roBSI/AAAAAAAABxo/LOKeBxEXut8/s1600/SAM_2282.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXiv-8OA-HM/TZX_I0roBSI/AAAAAAAABxo/LOKeBxEXut8/s400/SAM_2282.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnjBDok1km0/TZYAHzSKftI/AAAAAAAABxs/LmIJ6ATr9oQ/s1600/207532_1918380354603_1094828973_32370895_3507035_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnjBDok1km0/TZYAHzSKftI/AAAAAAAABxs/LmIJ6ATr9oQ/s400/207532_1918380354603_1094828973_32370895_3507035_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us. Photo from my classmate Kath. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-blSRgsZuBhk/TZX-PxODaYI/AAAAAAAABxM/IRxTxJRc6h0/s1600/SAM_2257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-blSRgsZuBhk/TZX-PxODaYI/AAAAAAAABxM/IRxTxJRc6h0/s400/SAM_2257.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outfit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-1319661995511738244?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/1319661995511738244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/04/baccalaureate-mass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1319661995511738244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1319661995511738244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/04/baccalaureate-mass.html' title='Baccalaureate Mass'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nikaXKFgJZM/TZX-DvyZnrI/AAAAAAAABxE/Lv-J8OySg2Y/s72-c/SAM_2243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-6885975844680192100</id><published>2011-03-27T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T06:07:48.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bullying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am Awesome'/><title type='text'>I Don't Give A Shit Or In A More Subtle Way I AM AWESOME AND MY OPINION IS THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was watching ANTM Cycle 15 ( I loooove Ann!) with my sister earlier. It was episode 2, they had a photoshoot wherein they had to think of the time when they got bullied and people called them names and they had to think of that one word that really hurt them and have it written all over their body.&amp;nbsp; And some girls were just so emotional about it and I didn't even think it was worth all the fuss and the tears. Anyway, that instantly made me think of myself, I mean if I were on the show what would mine say ? And I couldn't think of anything and I realized that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have never been bullied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or maybe I have been bullied, people might have called me names before it's just that...I never really gave a shit!&amp;nbsp; So I didn't really notice when people bullied me (if someone did try to).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the bullies can't say they bullied someone if that someone didn't even give a damn about what they had to say! Seriously, I'm thinking so hard right now nothing is coming.&amp;nbsp; Even the time where we lived overseas, I have never experienced bullying. And I think I know why.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's because...&lt;b&gt;I never let what other people say about me get to me&lt;/b&gt;. I don't really give a shit&amp;nbsp; (And I can't. I try to but I just don't really care) about what other people say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean why should I care about some low life's side comment about me affect me? WHY???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fact that this person (who probably doesn't even know anything about me) is taking time to bring me down and say things about me makes me &lt;b&gt;SO &lt;/b&gt;uninterested about him already. It's a waste of time and energy to give attention to&lt;i&gt; that &lt;/i&gt;kind of people. I don' want to associate myself with them, with people who feast on making people feel bad about themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sadly, of course not everyone has the I-don't-give-a-shit-who-the-fck-are-you-to-say-that-anyway attitude.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They take things seriously, they let people walk all over them. They &lt;b&gt;let&lt;/b&gt; people bully them!&amp;nbsp; And it's not their fault. IDK. They're not as emotionally and psychologically strong as other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But you have to remember &lt;b&gt;people can only bully you if you let them!&lt;/b&gt; You let them bully you when you take the time to actually take in all the horrible stuff they say! So don't.&amp;nbsp; Shrug everything they say off. They don't matter. You don't matter to them so why should anything that comes out of their filthy mouths matter to you? It might be hard for you to do that especially when have to deal with all the hateful stuff they say everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Focus real hard on the positive energy. Stay away from the bad vibes. Just try to focus on the love the people who love you give you. Your family and friends. If you have a sucky family and friends the uh....tough luck, Too bad. KIDDING. I'm here. I love you! I may not know you but&amp;nbsp; I love you and my heart goes out to you! And if I did I would shoveone of my pretty heels down your bully's throat for being mean to you! If anyone needs somebody to talk to I;m here. I'm very nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So in conclusion, if people start bullying you, calling you names...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLG2EueBgbk/TY-TJHEsj1I/AAAAAAAABw4/xuc6x5pQLp0/s1600/tumblr_lh3hejbEZH1qc3yrx.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLG2EueBgbk/TY-TJHEsj1I/AAAAAAAABw4/xuc6x5pQLp0/s1600/tumblr_lh3hejbEZH1qc3yrx.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VnEHe9P8-I/TY-TLLKOutI/AAAAAAAABw8/6yzRI4WEM2Y/s1600/tumblr_liec3cCKPA1qadzpj.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOhTSg3D2m8/TY-TOJMDgqI/AAAAAAAABxA/o9e4F3M-wsE/s1600/tumblr_lidf02KGYY1qemd4a.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOhTSg3D2m8/TY-TOJMDgqI/AAAAAAAABxA/o9e4F3M-wsE/s1600/tumblr_lidf02KGYY1qemd4a.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell them I AM AWESOME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.&amp;nbsp; ~Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-6885975844680192100?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/6885975844680192100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-give-shit-or-in-more-subtle-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6885975844680192100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6885975844680192100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-give-shit-or-in-more-subtle-way.html' title='I Don&apos;t Give A Shit Or In A More Subtle Way I AM AWESOME AND MY OPINION IS THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLG2EueBgbk/TY-TJHEsj1I/AAAAAAAABw4/xuc6x5pQLp0/s72-c/tumblr_lh3hejbEZH1qc3yrx.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-6429811163597121468</id><published>2011-03-25T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:14:36.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Toga, Books and Mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lPkjtQqfkug/TYy46H3rSPI/AAAAAAAABws/F0aLS02-3FU/s1600/SAM_1948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lPkjtQqfkug/TYy46H3rSPI/AAAAAAAABws/F0aLS02-3FU/s320/SAM_1948.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PZCYYlK9yvw/TYy5AV3JnXI/AAAAAAAABww/CoKm1vr67XE/s1600/SAM_1949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PZCYYlK9yvw/TYy5AV3JnXI/AAAAAAAABww/CoKm1vr67XE/s320/SAM_1949.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a job expo at uni today. It was required so I had to go to school even though I had no plans of applying just yet. Anyway, I went there just to submit the registration form for attendance purposes then headed to claim my toga. Sheeeeet! Graduate na ko! Amoy na amoy ko na!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gfdZFjNMU0E/TYy5HK_YK9I/AAAAAAAABw0/J-EM385SVXA/s1600/SAM_1959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gfdZFjNMU0E/TYy5HK_YK9I/AAAAAAAABw0/J-EM385SVXA/s320/SAM_1959.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also went to Booksale after merienda with Tyron. I had no money with me so he lent me some and I ended up with six books and he ended up with none. Haha! I apparently, took all the good ones! Anyway, I got everything for PhP85! PARTY PARTY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then I went back to school since some of my mates were still there and we talked. Like hardcore. About anything and everything. Porn. Sex. Forgiving and forgetting. Life. Future. Death. Aaaahh....this is what I'm going to miss the most...random convos with my friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-6429811163597121468?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/6429811163597121468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-had-job-expo-at-uni-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6429811163597121468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6429811163597121468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-had-job-expo-at-uni-today.html' title='Toga, Books and Mates'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lPkjtQqfkug/TYy46H3rSPI/AAAAAAAABws/F0aLS02-3FU/s72-c/SAM_1948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-8600341390529443500</id><published>2011-03-24T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T06:13:10.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handwriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am Awesome'/><title type='text'>My Handwriting Is Badass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shoot-o.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frances&lt;/a&gt; tagged me a few days ago! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RHa5PxXYX4c/TYuRKjebQ3I/AAAAAAAABwg/Lpo22XSeZI4/s1600/SAM_1947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RHa5PxXYX4c/TYuRKjebQ3I/AAAAAAAABwg/Lpo22XSeZI4/s1600/SAM_1947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RHa5PxXYX4c/TYuRKjebQ3I/AAAAAAAABwg/Lpo22XSeZI4/s400/SAM_1947.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha! That's how I write. It's not pretty but whatever I like it. It looks better when I'm in the mood though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Believe or not when I was in intermediate school my crush and I always had the "Best in Writing" certificate every team time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He even told me once....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Your handwriting is cute. So bubbly."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha! Kilig to chorz naman akez. Kakalerkz! Actually, thinking about it now, I'm not sure if that's an insult or a compliment. Anyway, he had a pretty handwriting too. Looked like a girl's handwriting and he can also draw. Like REALLY good. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-8600341390529443500?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/8600341390529443500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-handwriting-is-badass.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8600341390529443500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8600341390529443500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-handwriting-is-badass.html' title='My Handwriting Is Badass'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RHa5PxXYX4c/TYuRKjebQ3I/AAAAAAAABwg/Lpo22XSeZI4/s72-c/SAM_1947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7023936341607559772</id><published>2011-03-24T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:08:33.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want A Fresh Clean Slate</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored. SO bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no my layout is not too pink, let me just  remind you that there is no such thing as "too pink". Okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-7023936341607559772?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7023936341607559772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-fresh-clean-slate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7023936341607559772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7023936341607559772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-fresh-clean-slate.html' title='I Want A Fresh Clean Slate'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-1721251035169589096</id><published>2011-03-07T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T07:52:18.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm Twenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Like when I was younger, I'd blog every single day! Of course, it was all irrelevant stuff but point is at least I didn't abandon my blog!!! So yes. I shall try to blog more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I turned 20 last 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; of March. =) I know that’s hella young but I feel SO old. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Didn’t really do anything for my birthday. I had uni that day so it was a usual uni day.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Later on, I had dinner with Mark since he went to the mall with me to pick money up from my Mom. Then I was going to go out with my mates last Saturday but we ended up not going since almost everyone who was supposed to go that night weren’t replying to my texts.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Was planning to treat everyone but I just got pissed so fuck it, I stayed home and watched Pretty Little Liars instead. I’ve decided that I should just save that money for this concert I’m planning to go to on April. =)&amp;nbsp; And I'm hella excited!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;K obviously. I have nothing to say so this is like a whatevs post but hey...it's a start! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-1721251035169589096?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/1721251035169589096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-twenty.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1721251035169589096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1721251035169589096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-twenty.html' title='I&apos;m Twenty'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2915512968037872694</id><published>2011-02-28T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T06:16:13.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monique Lhuillier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Week'/><title type='text'>MONIQUE LHUILLIER IS EFFING AMAZING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Weim8SDH3J4/TWvUKeV-kGI/AAAAAAAABuU/Xbkg4Q9DdRw/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monique Lhuillier's A/W 2011 NYFW collection. Everything is just so beautiful I want to cry! Animal print, lace, neutrals, red, ruffles...OH MY GAHDDDD! I LOVE IT! I want everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XvJ-BDlOXcA/TWvXGz56whI/AAAAAAAABus/QBhjvv6vKb8/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XvJ-BDlOXcA/TWvXGz56whI/AAAAAAAABus/QBhjvv6vKb8/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW079.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rhQVBOgjfGE/TWvVkfbH2II/AAAAAAAABug/DMeOnvkh9mM/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rhQVBOgjfGE/TWvVkfbH2II/AAAAAAAABug/DMeOnvkh9mM/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW064.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c3Lz9c9GKio/TWvTfdrnTQI/AAAAAAAABuM/8PrLb4nFZTQ/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c3Lz9c9GKio/TWvTfdrnTQI/AAAAAAAABuM/8PrLb4nFZTQ/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW034.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Weim8SDH3J4/TWvUKeV-kGI/AAAAAAAABuU/Xbkg4Q9DdRw/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW040.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Weim8SDH3J4/TWvUKeV-kGI/AAAAAAAABuU/Xbkg4Q9DdRw/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW040.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself wearing those in Makati. Haha! Working girl! Mas bongga pa ko sa boss ko!&amp;nbsp; Laughtrip tas kunwari junior web developer lang ako or something tas ganyan outfit. OH YEAH. I&amp;nbsp; will be the fiercest web developer ever. I remember during my internship last summer my Mom would always say... "Mas bongga ka pa ata sa boss mo manamit!" Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Weim8SDH3J4/TWvUKeV-kGI/AAAAAAAABuU/Xbkg4Q9DdRw/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--qG6j19J5cQ/TWvT1bb546I/AAAAAAAABuQ/-WraeHwd83Q/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--qG6j19J5cQ/TWvT1bb546I/AAAAAAAABuQ/-WraeHwd83Q/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW037.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pxgKiFu-gYI/TWvUtNVY9sI/AAAAAAAABuY/RNtWBntIFpQ/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pxgKiFu-gYI/TWvUtNVY9sI/AAAAAAAABuY/RNtWBntIFpQ/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW043.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--312kkC1vhk/TWvZuwgTMPI/AAAAAAAABvY/C2_QLlClZRg/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--312kkC1vhk/TWvZuwgTMPI/AAAAAAAABvY/C2_QLlClZRg/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW135.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RToumG7EiH4/TWvZfQkAp8I/AAAAAAAABvM/lzx8RrT9KIc/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RToumG7EiH4/TWvZfQkAp8I/AAAAAAAABvM/lzx8RrT9KIc/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW126.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the fabric's detail. SO EFFING PRETTY!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jWkFNsIfSTo/TWvZWi0RY2I/AAAAAAAABvI/1d7IkqRLdJA/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jWkFNsIfSTo/TWvZWi0RY2I/AAAAAAAABvI/1d7IkqRLdJA/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW121.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in love with the gold specs thingy. Makes it look....magical.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EokB23xq8cM/TWvYFDNcT3I/AAAAAAAABu4/Qh58D_kD6nw/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EokB23xq8cM/TWvYFDNcT3I/AAAAAAAABu4/Qh58D_kD6nw/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW107.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iDwZAPC8v4w/TWvU0OfGMEI/AAAAAAAABuc/d-T274FYly4/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iDwZAPC8v4w/TWvU0OfGMEI/AAAAAAAABuc/d-T274FYly4/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW057.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then here are the blacks. I especially love the third and fourth one. Sobrang ganda!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zzc4HjeM5JE/TWvZqFBCCOI/AAAAAAAABvU/Ci8EwQ-FpyI/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zzc4HjeM5JE/TWvZqFBCCOI/AAAAAAAABvU/Ci8EwQ-FpyI/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW132.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-t8u-yoz1YUY/TWvXtfCfFDI/AAAAAAAABu0/2iDM406xxf4/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-t8u-yoz1YUY/TWvXtfCfFDI/AAAAAAAABu0/2iDM406xxf4/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW097.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TKAtP_Q3tI8/TWvXXbgzyUI/AAAAAAAABuw/mzC66GPmH14/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TKAtP_Q3tI8/TWvXXbgzyUI/AAAAAAAABuw/mzC66GPmH14/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW083.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1lg0G38ZVAg/TWvWsFz1RfI/AAAAAAAABuo/18ca600XDHk/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1lg0G38ZVAg/TWvWsFz1RfI/AAAAAAAABuo/18ca600XDHk/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW075.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Favourite ko yung second one. Sexy and elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U1-s0x-pvoc/TWvZKNmzWBI/AAAAAAAABvE/pMlq3hvpONI/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U1-s0x-pvoc/TWvZKNmzWBI/AAAAAAAABvE/pMlq3hvpONI/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW117.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Gu3Jdcvlvc4/TWvY39N_MZI/AAAAAAAABvA/cf0rbOvBsXY/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Gu3Jdcvlvc4/TWvY39N_MZI/AAAAAAAABvA/cf0rbOvBsXY/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW113.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IKDlYmphRKU/TWvTOO5mM5I/AAAAAAAABuI/JE-HO1k_OEM/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IKDlYmphRKU/TWvTOO5mM5I/AAAAAAAABuI/JE-HO1k_OEM/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW017.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the third one. So flowy, feminine and fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mHwFLhioz8k/TWvZkdLDJ-I/AAAAAAAABvQ/klxfbobO02s/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mHwFLhioz8k/TWvZkdLDJ-I/AAAAAAAABvQ/klxfbobO02s/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW129.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Md4bfstVHKQ/TWvYq1kB_NI/AAAAAAAABu8/4pvpva0Clkc/s1600/MoniqueLhuillier11AW110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Md4bfstVHKQ/TWvYq1kB_NI/AAAAAAAABu8/4pvpva0Clkc/s320/MoniqueLhuillier11AW110.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last one I would wear for the grad ball but maybe in a different colour. And if I could afford which I can't so whatever. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAY. Wishful thinking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1192725646"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1192725647"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-2915512968037872694?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/2915512968037872694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/02/monique-lhuillier-is-effing-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2915512968037872694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2915512968037872694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/02/monique-lhuillier-is-effing-amazing.html' title='MONIQUE LHUILLIER IS EFFING AMAZING.'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XvJ-BDlOXcA/TWvXGz56whI/AAAAAAAABus/QBhjvv6vKb8/s72-c/MoniqueLhuillier11AW079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2312050473916219128</id><published>2011-02-18T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:04:01.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zaito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raymond Abracosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fliptop'/><title type='text'>Fliptop: Zaito vs. Abra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l4OwcE3-dBc" title="YouTube video player" width="470"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fliptop! When I'm bored and have nothing to do I watch this! Haha! Unless, you've been living under a rock then there's no excuse for you to not have heard about Fliptop which is a Filipino rap battle league of sorts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know not everyone enjoys it. Too much profanity, nonsense, OMG-they're-butchering-the-Filipino-language and all that shit. But...if&amp;nbsp; you take time to watch a battle (I suggest you start with this one) and chillax you'd realize that it's actually one of the funniest things in the planet evarr! They throw each other the funniest, insulting lines which all rhyme of course! Bunch of talented whatever-you-wanna-call-them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I personally really enjoy watching these rap battles. Also because I really want to be a rapper. A lot of people laugh at me when I say that but I'm serious! I wanna be a rapper! Okay?! Walang basagan ng trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, that video is one of my favourite battles. It stars two of my favourite rapper Zaito and my bebe boy Abra! Both were really good and threw some funny as lines!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Break it down!*AHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-2312050473916219128?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/2312050473916219128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/02/fliptop-zaito-vs-abra.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2312050473916219128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2312050473916219128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/02/fliptop-zaito-vs-abra.html' title='Fliptop: Zaito vs. Abra'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l4OwcE3-dBc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-8967073335611381331</id><published>2011-01-31T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T06:59:15.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love People'/><title type='text'>Lagyan Mo Ng Eskinol. Wag Ponds Na Lang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's like 2:42 AM already but I just wanted to share...on my way to uni today there was this woman in front of me in the jeep who had some pretty weird something on her left foot and it was mega swollen and had little bumps with puss which went all the way up to her leg and also had some on her right legs. And I had to restrain myself from staring since it was &lt;b&gt;pretty bizarre and unpleasant &lt;/b&gt;which makes me want to stare at it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, her friend or whatever beside her suddenly says... &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Lagyan mo kaya ng Eskinol. Mawawala yan.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I was like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TUcFg4t0PuI/AAAAAAAABto/tTXIIzftO9I/s1600/tumblr_lecf3zPIq71qd5me5.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TUcFg4t0PuI/AAAAAAAABto/tTXIIzftO9I/s320/tumblr_lecf3zPIq71qd5me5.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know. I know. At first I didn't know if it was a joke or something too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND THEN...&lt;/b&gt;the girl says...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Wag yun mahapdi yun eh. Ponds na lang yung facial wash!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I was like...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TUcFcFSxeCI/AAAAAAAABtk/j7IisGhwUNA/s1600/tumblr_ldgdovbvFr1qdagoe.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TUcFcFSxeCI/AAAAAAAABtk/j7IisGhwUNA/s200/tumblr_ldgdovbvFr1qdagoe.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GIRL! If you've got &lt;b&gt;seriously&lt;/b&gt; weird bodily things going on on that little foot of yours, you do not put facial wash on it!!! Or any other facial products! You know what you do??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You go to a dermatologist!!! Okay??? Hello??!!! Uh coz yeah facial washes are called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;facial&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; washes for you to put them on your foot. Geez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And hello?!! Those facial wash shit didn't even work for my something,something on my &lt;i&gt;face&lt;/i&gt; what makes you think that it's gonna fix that serious &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; on your&lt;i&gt; foot&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh...people these days. First they think it's okay to wear leggings as pants and now they want to put facial wash on their foot. Oh well. At least it's not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;You'd think they were joking around but no. They were completely serious. Otherwise , I would not have blogged about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-8967073335611381331?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/8967073335611381331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/lagyan-mo-ng-eskinol-wag-ponds-na-lang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8967073335611381331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8967073335611381331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/lagyan-mo-ng-eskinol-wag-ponds-na-lang.html' title='Lagyan Mo Ng Eskinol. Wag Ponds Na Lang!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TUcFg4t0PuI/AAAAAAAABto/tTXIIzftO9I/s72-c/tumblr_lecf3zPIq71qd5me5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-1956965295256037690</id><published>2011-01-30T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:48:04.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>When I Look At You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8wxOVn99FTE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, uni tomorrow and then god knows what sort of crap I'd be forced to roll into. Let's just hope it won't be something totally ridiculous. You know? I am also aware that this is the pre- hell week (Midterms start next week oh yay!) so tons of long quizzes plus term papers. Oh yeaaaaah...bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-1956965295256037690?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/1956965295256037690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-look-at-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1956965295256037690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1956965295256037690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-look-at-you.html' title='When I Look At You'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8wxOVn99FTE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-3226507565265352068</id><published>2011-01-26T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:41:41.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love La Salle'/><title type='text'>Lasallian Festival Day 1: Baby You're A Firework!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TUBtNRxCm5I/AAAAAAAABtg/YY5xpyT0W8c/s1600/SAM_1193.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TUBtNRxCm5I/AAAAAAAABtg/YY5xpyT0W8c/s400/SAM_1193.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was the first day of the La Sallian Festival. I went to uni at about 3-ish to watch the events for that day. The weather was so lovely. Sunny and windy. Which was perfect because we a had a kite flying event which was a fail since not all kites went high. It would've been really pretty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was also the sky lantern thing which again would've been so, so beautiful but&amp;nbsp; SO,SO failed! I don't understand why they had to release the lanterns batch by batch and then the lanterns were all over the place!&amp;nbsp; It would've been pretty to see all of them together fly high into the sky! Not all the lanterns flew high and some ended up falling into the crowd which was funny since everyone was running around screaming "OMG OMG! It's going this way!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a ten minute fireworks display at night. Which was rather nice. Except that they positioned the fireworks at the wrong place AND they forgot to turn off the spotlight thingies at the grandstand so you couldn't really see it that well. So it's like oh alright WTF is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. But all in all. It wasn't too bad. The plans for that day were pretty cute but sorta failed at the execution. It was sorta sad for me but everyone else seemed to enjoy it. I mean I did too but it was rather blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG...this is my last Lasallian Festival as a student. Ah.&amp;nbsp; I wanna cry now! Hahaha!&lt;br /&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/6357940315718944727-3226507565265352068?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/3226507565265352068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-sallian-festival-day-1-baby-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3226507565265352068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3226507565265352068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-sallian-festival-day-1-baby-youre.html' title='Lasallian Festival Day 1: Baby You&apos;re A Firework!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TUBtNRxCm5I/AAAAAAAABtg/YY5xpyT0W8c/s72-c/SAM_1193.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7198352204644247024</id><published>2011-01-25T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:35:27.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy People'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Pick Up Line...</title><content type='html'>Talbog lahat dito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ang ganda mo.............................&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;Sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Naaalala ko si Aysi at natatawa ako ng bonggang bongga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-7198352204644247024?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7198352204644247024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/ultimate-pick-up-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7198352204644247024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7198352204644247024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/ultimate-pick-up-line.html' title='The Ultimate Pick Up Line...'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-3337773868685432588</id><published>2011-01-09T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T08:35:45.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Photo Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really wanted to blog but there's nothing to blog aboutso....photos! Haha! Sucks though image quality decreases once uploaded. Grr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSndxC2jMGI/AAAAAAAABtE/B2pGCPU5RE4/s1600/SAM_0967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSndxC2jMGI/AAAAAAAABtE/B2pGCPU5RE4/s400/SAM_0967.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's our dog Toffee who's also a big fan of 2NE1. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSnd6TcY24I/AAAAAAAABtI/d8hPHduEDWQ/s1600/SAM_1034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSnd6TcY24I/AAAAAAAABtI/d8hPHduEDWQ/s400/SAM_1034.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He also likes to eat my earphones for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSneD__11NI/AAAAAAAABtM/Djq0sVxL4Zg/s1600/SAM_1044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSneD__11NI/AAAAAAAABtM/Djq0sVxL4Zg/s400/SAM_1044.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My external hard disk which is full of...KPop stuff. Look closely and you'll see the tiny hearts detail. And it's hot pink. I get very upset when people say it's red. It's hot pink!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSnefSFrYdI/AAAAAAAABtQ/KSdV9MaXLp0/s1600/SAM_1048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSnefSFrYdI/AAAAAAAABtQ/KSdV9MaXLp0/s400/SAM_1048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm doing a what's in my bag post soon. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSne6kAWviI/AAAAAAAABtU/oMJcpkkq9k4/s1600/SAM_1057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSne6kAWviI/AAAAAAAABtU/oMJcpkkq9k4/s400/SAM_1057.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner. Potato thing with capsicum and bacon. I loooooooooooove potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. That's it! Haha! Laterz!!!!! &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/6357940315718944727-3337773868685432588?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/3337773868685432588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/photo-sunday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3337773868685432588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3337773868685432588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/photo-sunday.html' title='Photo Sunday'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSndxC2jMGI/AAAAAAAABtE/B2pGCPU5RE4/s72-c/SAM_0967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7687029236199259048</id><published>2011-01-07T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:22:09.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Anyone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KPop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People Planner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2NE1'/><title type='text'>To Anyone and Planner People</title><content type='html'>Two little packages arrived for me this week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FIRST PACKAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This  came in the mail today. Been waiting for this since forever!!! I  ordered this during the holidays and paid for it last Tuesday and have  been waiting for it to arrive ever since! I literally wanted to go home&lt;i&gt; right after&lt;/i&gt; university everyday hoping for it to be at home waiting for me. But it wasn't until today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb8cbpIPrI/AAAAAAAABsA/ROSnkaEf-gw/s1600/SAM_0924.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb8cbpIPrI/AAAAAAAABsA/ROSnkaEf-gw/s320/SAM_0924.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb8qY0dgwI/AAAAAAAABsE/FOEXNxlIZRM/s1600/SAM_0925.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb8qY0dgwI/AAAAAAAABsE/FOEXNxlIZRM/s320/SAM_0925.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My 2011 planner!&amp;nbsp; Haha! From &lt;a href="http://planner.wedgienet.net/"&gt;Planner People&lt;/a&gt;.  It took me forever before I finally  decided which planner to purchase.  I searched every mall in town for the perfect planner. Believe  me. My  sisters would know! Haha! I researched thoroughly but sadly all  Google  could offer me were the ridiculously overpriced Starbucks planner  and  the overdecorated Belle De Jour ones. Also the Filofax and  Moleskine.  Which I &lt;i&gt;really,really &lt;/i&gt;liked but I would I have to skip lunch for  two weeks or so in order to get them. And then I saw the ones by Planner&amp;nbsp; People and I fell in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They  already ran out of stock when I decided to order but thank God they  still had a few damaged planners that were on sale. So I ordered this  one. It has a minor scratch at the back and a couple of stains at the  front cover which are barely noticeable. The one I got was priced down  to 180. Plus 60 for shipping fee. 260 in total. OMFG. Greaaaaaat deal  for a great planner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It  has 9 cute designs to choose from and I'm sure there's one suited for  every personality. Of course I had to pick the Watermelon design. I'm a  pink freak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb86yK3oxI/AAAAAAAABsI/_siVH1kot_k/s1600/SAM_0936.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb86yK3oxI/AAAAAAAABsI/_siVH1kot_k/s320/SAM_0936.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The planner plus my matching pen from Stabilo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScN7J68wlI/AAAAAAAABsc/ZUEhWTZCaRc/s1600/SAM_0955.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScN7J68wlI/AAAAAAAABsc/ZUEhWTZCaRc/s320/SAM_0955.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has a yearly view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb9Hbx7qwI/AAAAAAAABsM/lBQ7fYDADsE/s1600/SAM_0944.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb9Hbx7qwI/AAAAAAAABsM/lBQ7fYDADsE/s320/SAM_0944.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Monthly view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb9QvNYQSI/AAAAAAAABsQ/Ov49EovzLeE/s1600/SAM_0945.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb9QvNYQSI/AAAAAAAABsQ/Ov49EovzLeE/s320/SAM_0945.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb9agHTaPI/AAAAAAAABsU/nYEMoMn-OdM/s1600/SAM_0946.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb9agHTaPI/AAAAAAAABsU/nYEMoMn-OdM/s320/SAM_0946.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And weekly view. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which  is all I need to be happy. Plus a few pages for notes to jot down  whatevers. No other unnecessary hullaballoo! Straight to the point. Like  what they say in their website:&lt;i&gt; It's a basic, no-frills planner.  Something that you could just chuck into your  bag, and pull out to  write important dates and notes on.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I lahvette! Main reason why I fell in love with it actually!&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's  also tinier than I expected. Which is a good thing since it would  easily fit into any of my bags.&amp;nbsp; Plus points! When I saw in the website  that it was 5" x 7" I was like "Oh okay." not knowing how small it would  be. Haha! But still even though it's tiny it still has a lot of space to  write on inside. Plus points again!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Couple  of down sides. The shade of pink isn't my preferred shade of pink. It  looked hot pink on the website but it's really coral pink in real life.  Which is fine but I still like my hot pink.&amp;nbsp; Also the notes section has  dots instead of lines which I don't understand at all but all in all. I  freakin' love my new planner. I really do. Hhhmm... hopefully next year  they'd make plain pink ones. Woo. I'd love that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb9kuy6HMI/AAAAAAAABsY/4HAakkp7B_I/s1600/SAM_0951.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb9kuy6HMI/AAAAAAAABsY/4HAakkp7B_I/s320/SAM_0951.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My BFF for this year. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SECOND PACKAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This  arrived earlier than the planner. And it costs 5x as much as the  planner. But every single cent was worth it when I finally got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScTPXOORHI/AAAAAAAABss/jDtW2PkNMPc/s1600/SAM_0880.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScTZmMFEHI/AAAAAAAABsw/XSkYZ7WC-zE/s1600/SAM_0882.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScTZmMFEHI/AAAAAAAABsw/XSkYZ7WC-zE/s320/SAM_0882.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2NE1's first full album To Anyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This  is twice as much as the one they're going to be releasing on January 15&amp;nbsp;  on local record bars but I couldn't wait! Plus this one is signed!!! ONE BIG DISAPPOINTMENT  though. It had scratches. Like CRAZY MAD scratches. Ugh!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScT-d0RfII/AAAAAAAABs8/89v-SPkaDNc/s1600/SAM_0911.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScT-d0RfII/AAAAAAAABs8/89v-SPkaDNc/s320/SAM_0911.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Bommie's signature! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScUQVsHIgI/AAAAAAAABtA/yPGqP7is_6I/s1600/SAM_0916.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScUQVsHIgI/AAAAAAAABtA/yPGqP7is_6I/s320/SAM_0916.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScTPXOORHI/AAAAAAAABss/jDtW2PkNMPc/s1600/SAM_0880.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScTPXOORHI/AAAAAAAABss/jDtW2PkNMPc/s320/SAM_0880.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haaaa. Happiness comes in small and shiny packages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScSz3NEucI/AAAAAAAABsg/JrddoyW_4Tk/s1600/SAM_0875.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScSz3NEucI/AAAAAAAABsg/JrddoyW_4Tk/s320/SAM_0875.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite photo of all. Sandara looks damn gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScS8ejRqFI/AAAAAAAABsk/gaZ8rLQ1G2M/s1600/SAM_0876.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScS8ejRqFI/AAAAAAAABsk/gaZ8rLQ1G2M/s320/SAM_0876.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sandara's thank you page! Check out the palm tree hair style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScTF9v4LnI/AAAAAAAABso/dsQdIIwSpCo/s1600/SAM_0878.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScTF9v4LnI/AAAAAAAABso/dsQdIIwSpCo/s320/SAM_0878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And look! I love how she never forgets her Filipino friends. Kinilig ako medyo dito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling ko kasama ako dun sa "mga kaibigan ko sa Pilipinas" Chos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScTu7lcEeI/AAAAAAAABs4/I0nkZlP-pfo/s1600/SAM_0909.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TScTu7lcEeI/AAAAAAAABs4/I0nkZlP-pfo/s320/SAM_0909.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Collect them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So in conclusion... I am now BROKE. No penny left in my wallet or my savings but I'm happy so whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-7687029236199259048?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7687029236199259048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-anyone-and-planner-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7687029236199259048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7687029236199259048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-anyone-and-planner-people.html' title='To Anyone and Planner People'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSb8cbpIPrI/AAAAAAAABsA/ROSnkaEf-gw/s72-c/SAM_0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-8325342298090054054</id><published>2011-01-03T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:46:26.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KPop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>뻑이가요</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSHTaMZsqZI/AAAAAAAABr8/kAgyW5eXyWA/s1600/SAM_0697c.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSHTaMZsqZI/AAAAAAAABr8/kAgyW5eXyWA/s400/SAM_0697c.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, send off dinner for my sister since she left today to go back to university.&amp;nbsp; Ugh the reality that university's about to start again is making me really gloomy. Anyway, I was taking loads of pics the&amp;nbsp; entire time my little brother went "&lt;i&gt;Ano ba yan...picture ka ng picutre. Nakakahiya parang first time mo!&lt;/i&gt;". AHAHAHAHAAH! Anyways, all photos were lame so I'm only posting this. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FL0sfti1DcA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/FL0sfti1DcA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YG released GDTOP's MV for 뻑이가요! And hello?!!!?!?!?! How kick ass are they? Check them out popping bubble wraps! So cute! They're the only people in the world who can pop bubble wraps in a music video and amazingly and sexily pull it off! I don't even mind TOP's white hair anymore. And Gaho's (Gdragon's dog) in it! He's gotten so big and adorable! My sister was like "What happened to Gaho?" and I was like "What happened to GDragon's eyebrows???"All in all...I love the MV! Long live all YG artists! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...even though I'm dreading the fact that I have to go back to university&amp;nbsp; in about 24+-ish hours there's still so much to look forward to this week! I don't wanna spill yet coz I don't wanna jinx it or anything. Haha! So yes. Hope everyone had a good holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-8325342298090054054?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/8325342298090054054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8325342298090054054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8325342298090054054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='뻑이가요'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TSHTaMZsqZI/AAAAAAAABr8/kAgyW5eXyWA/s72-c/SAM_0697c.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-6817021042795626662</id><published>2011-01-02T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:53:34.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What 2010 Taught Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was going to make a 2010-in-a-nutshell-post by looking back on all the blog posts I made last year but I realized that I didn't really had that much blog post. In fact, if you look at my archives I had like 1 post per month during the first half of the year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And whoah...was I that busy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doubt it. Was just probably lazy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On second thoughts I had OJT during the summer which had me TIRED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean I only went home to sleep. I didn't even have the strength to eat dinner at home since the moment I arrive at home I just doze off! I had to buy and eat the PhP50+ Chowfans the Chow King guy roaming around the bus terminal&amp;nbsp; sells as dinner for a few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the latter half of the year I had no idea why I had no posts. I was working on my thesis from June to September. Maybe that's why...but not because I was busy working on it or anything. I was mentally unstable at that time. You know...stress...pressure...the likes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ANYWAY, let's see...2010 was pretty interesting. Not exactly the best but it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Highlight would definitely be summer! OJT was fun! Kinda got a glimpse of what it's gonna be like when I work! Yay! I learned that if my workplace is going to be that far...I should get an apartment because commuting from Makati to Cavite everyday isn't really fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then another highfreakinglight would be...me and my thesismates passing our thesis. Such a joyful moment I shall treasure for the rest of my existence. We uh...worked hard on it. It wasn't a smooth journey I tell you so when our panelists told us that we passed...hello?!!! Academic bliss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And BIGGEST LESSON 2010 taught me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*drum roll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is to learn when to let go of relationships that are doing nothing but oppress your whole being and could eventually end up driving you insane and angsty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And before you raise your eyebrows or anything by relationships I don't necessarily mean like...romantic relationship coz like hello?! When we say relationship nowadays people automatically think bf/gf sorta relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People relationship can refer to your relationship with your family. Friends. Archnemesis. Dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are whole sorts of relationships out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway, like I said...2010 taught me to let go of relationships with shitty people.&lt;b&gt; You know no matter how high you think your tolerance towards bullshit is...you can only handle so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trust me. I was all like "Oh it's okay. I can put up with this. I'm strong and understanding." but seriously people roll into all sorts of weird intolerable kind of shit nowadays ! It's so pathetic and ridiculous!!! Sometime between September and November I've finally had enough and said to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I REFUSE TO ROLL INTO WEIRD CRAP WITH WEIRD PEOPLE ANYMORE!!!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just...tiring. It really is. Stresses me out so much. And I thought "What do&amp;nbsp; get out of it?" Nothing.And as much as I don't wanna let go I have to...because it's affecting me emotionally, mentally and psychologically!!!! In short it's kinda driving me insane!!!!!! Not fun!!!! Especially when you have a shitload of university studd to worry about at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that whole realization thing you now what...??? I FELT SO DAMN GOOD! Of course, it wasn't just me. It helps to have amazing friends and family. You know&amp;nbsp; as cheesy as it sounds when you feel secure of the love people around have for you then no shit can ever make you feel so horrible like they used to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aaah...feels SO good to know you've FULLY moved on from something. I swear...one of the best feelings in the world!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Looking back it was not the best year like I said before but at the end of the day...I still feel SO blessed. He has been so good. Always been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I guess that's it for cheesy stuff. I'm not usually the type that goes all cheesy but y'know. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR YOU GUYS! I hope everyone had an awesome holiday and I hope everyone's body clock is not as screwed as mine! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-6817021042795626662?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/6817021042795626662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-2010-taught-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6817021042795626662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6817021042795626662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-2010-taught-me.html' title='What 2010 Taught Me'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2270149297921204827</id><published>2010-12-13T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:25:46.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What I Do NOT Want For Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since everyone’s blogging about what they want for Christmas I decided to be different….I’m posting things I do NOT want for Christmas…or in any given occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQbuZl8tG3I/AAAAAAAABqc/hOlmguozcBk/s1600/tl-matryoshka_christmas_mug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQbuZl8tG3I/AAAAAAAABqc/hOlmguozcBk/s320/tl-matryoshka_christmas_mug.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQbx9oh7oTI/AAAAAAAABqg/8_A6uKLiFGE/s1600/1411-wide-border-frame-image-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQbx9oh7oTI/AAAAAAAABqg/8_A6uKLiFGE/s320/1411-wide-border-frame-image-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQbyCaGtJUI/AAAAAAAABqk/nUgOFjGAxkI/s1600/39694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQbyCaGtJUI/AAAAAAAABqk/nUgOFjGAxkI/s320/39694.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQbzNj2LxSI/AAAAAAAABqo/zDZ4pDQFQhY/s1600/PICASSO+POOL+TOWEL_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQbzNj2LxSI/AAAAAAAABqo/zDZ4pDQFQhY/s320/PICASSO+POOL+TOWEL_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQd-u5jKv4I/AAAAAAAABqs/GtpPsJ8G99M/s1600/image_category_Stuffed_Toys.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQd-u5jKv4I/AAAAAAAABqs/GtpPsJ8G99M/s320/image_category_Stuffed_Toys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All images are from Google image. I forgot the exact links so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to stay on the top of my people ladder do NOT attempt to give me any of these. Ever. I’d rather you just give me cash or a bottle of Caronia nail polish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQd-u5jKv4I/AAAAAAAABqs/GtpPsJ8G99M/s1600/image_category_Stuffed_Toys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you’ve given me one of the items mentioned in this post and you remember me saying how much I love it and all that…chances are I really hated it… so much…. and even though it hurts to do so I had to take you own step lower on my people ladder. I'm sorry. And hey at least I was res&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And don't "It's the thought that counts" me. It won't work. It won't change the fact that you gave a shitty gift. AHAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now everyone's gonna think I'm an ungrateful bitch. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-2270149297921204827?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/2270149297921204827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-do-not-want-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2270149297921204827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2270149297921204827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-do-not-want-for-christmas.html' title='What I Do NOT Want For Christmas'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TQbuZl8tG3I/AAAAAAAABqc/hOlmguozcBk/s72-c/tl-matryoshka_christmas_mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-486521060249677557</id><published>2010-12-05T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:38:33.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hullo! I'm supposed to be doing my homework (I feel like an elementary student! whenever I say I have to do homework! Haha!) in Ecommerce but OMG I'm not in the mood! Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvGUy9hWTI/AAAAAAAABqE/Z56d-mTDEMU/s1600/203506979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvGUy9hWTI/AAAAAAAABqE/Z56d-mTDEMU/s320/203506979.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This be me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvGVp91ClI/AAAAAAAABqI/ER2Kzn9QRFo/s1600/203506989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvGVp91ClI/AAAAAAAABqI/ER2Kzn9QRFo/s320/203506989.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Girlfraaan! Her name is K. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvGWf15FKI/AAAAAAAABqM/brUNijXWIXQ/s1600/203506990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvGWf15FKI/AAAAAAAABqM/brUNijXWIXQ/s320/203506990.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy fraaanzzz!Their names are M and N. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night the four of us went to Imagine which if you live in the Philippines you'd know that it's a place where you can go sing your heart out no matter how horrible your voice is a.k.a karaoke!!! Haha! We originally planned something else for last night but things got weird and what do you know...we ended up karaoke-ing and then hanging out at 7-11 after which is faaaaaar out from what we originally planned! But oh well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and then after karaoke-ing we walked around the mall and got very entertained by this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvJ9FhTgNI/AAAAAAAABqQ/56Hm9OdseTE/s1600/04-12-10_2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvJ9FhTgNI/AAAAAAAABqQ/56Hm9OdseTE/s320/04-12-10_2020.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvJ-uy3q1I/AAAAAAAABqU/UeC7hIaa1kw/s1600/04-12-10_2021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvJ-uy3q1I/AAAAAAAABqU/UeC7hIaa1kw/s320/04-12-10_2021.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BROMANCE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They walked around the mall like that throughout the whole time! I swear! Whenever we bumped into them they had their arms over each other. Quite amusing really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In addition, the mall had their janitors dress up as Santas which was kind of funny because they were so thin and it just looked ridiculous. It greatly amused me and K so we asked one if we could take a picture with him but refused because they were apparently not allowed! Tsk....Santa 1 then hurriedly scurried away to another Santa I guess to tell him about the two girls who asked to have a photo with him which was us. And then we weren't convinced that we weren't allowed to take photos with the janitor Santas so we tried another again this time I had N ask the Santa and I specifically told him to speak in English (Fake an English accent or something!) so that the janitor would have no other choice but to say yes! Bwahaha! But he didn't so the janitor said no because of the same reason....Maybe they really were not allowed but oh well. Got humiliated twice. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alrightyroo, I'm now going to do my homework. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-486521060249677557?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/486521060249677557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/12/imagine-ing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/486521060249677557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/486521060249677557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/12/imagine-ing.html' title='Imagine-ing'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TPvGUy9hWTI/AAAAAAAABqE/Z56d-mTDEMU/s72-c/203506979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-365983917200871329</id><published>2010-12-02T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T03:45:16.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KPop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2NE1'/><title type='text'>I Don't Really Give A Shit If You Have A Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So like today in my Ethics class we had this group activity. We had to answer the discussion questions from chapter 1 of our book with a partner. Usually I don't mind who the heck my partner is; I just pick a random person near me but today all the random person near me decided to pair with someone else (I know right WTF I felt friendless! HAHAHA! I kid!). I had to pair with whoever didn't have a partner yet (WTF again!!! I feel like a kid being picked last in gym class! &lt;b&gt;When I was kid everyone ALWAYS picked me FIRST in gym class&lt;/b&gt; because I'm a mean ass athlete and an even meaner runner. No shit. I really am.).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was paired with this dude in my class (whom we all shall call as Gen) and I was like "Greaaaaat..." if you know what I mean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank goodness another girl didn't have a partner so she had to join us and so there was three of us working in the activity. We were discussing our answers for the discussion questions...well it was more of like me and my girl partner were discussing it since Gen pretty much remained silent which is you know fine with me because I didn't really think he was much of a talker.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then since we ran out of time our professor asked us to submit our papers to her desk which is located in the east campus and all our classes are located in the west campus! OMG why so far away! It would be a hassle if we go to the east campus since our next class is in the west but since Gen the silent one is ALWAYS at the west campus we decided to appoint him as the one to submit the paper. He then goes on saying he doesn't know where the office is.....YEAH RIGHT. Coz you've been studying in this university for four years and it would totally be acceptable if you say that you don't know where the computer studies department is at. YEAAAAHHH!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But he eventually agrees to pass the paper himself in the end and then so we go off for lunch and I find out that my friend needs someone to pass her paper for her coz like I said all our classes are on the west and the office is in the east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I try to find Gen before he disappears and I see his brother who's in the same class and I ask him where's your brother? And then I ask Gen if he could pass my friend's paper and you know what he says "Can't you be the one to pass this instead?" and I'm like WHOAH DUDE WHOAH. And then I see his brother with his face all annoyed and irritated (I'm guessing because I'm wasting their precious time arguing with his brother that he should be the one to pass the paper whom his brother had very,very,very little of contribution on)&amp;nbsp; going "&lt;i&gt;He can't. He's got a meeting to go!&lt;/i&gt;" to and I was like WHOAH DUDE WHOAH and then I continue my petty little argument with Gen even got to the point of threatening to erase his name on the paper. Lame-o I know! I was desperate! Then he eventually realizes that our conversation was going nowhere and so he finally accepts the fact he has to be the one who passes the paper. However he refused to take my friend's paper even went saying "&lt;i&gt;Bahala ka. Di ko ipapasa yan!&lt;/i&gt;" which basically means Screw it. I'm not passing their papers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alrightyroo! First of all, what kind of student are you if you don't know where the computer studees department is???????????? Second, I think I have every right to ask you to pass the paper because you had the least contribution in the group making sure our professor receives our paper is the least you can do. AND THIRD,&lt;b&gt; I DON'T REALLY GIVE A SHIT IF YOU HAVE A MEETING&lt;/b&gt;. Taking the paper from my hands won't take a minute of your precious time away. Damn, it won't even take three seconds!!!!&amp;nbsp; AND FOURTH, THAT PAPER BETTER MADE IT ON OUR PROFESSOR'S DESK OR ELSE I will cut your balls grind them into tiny little pieces then feed to the stray dogs in my neighbourhood. What? They're all so thin they could use a meal or two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, here's 2NE1's latest music video for their song "Don't Sop The Music" to wash off bad vibes!!! These girls are so freaking mean! And look at how pretty Sandara is in this video. I feel so proud! Also if you've been living under a rock: they won 5 awards at the MAMA. Go google it since I have an Ecommerce long exam to study for! OMG it's 1:32 AM haven't read a thing yet!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="485" width="540"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J5ekB4l-6wg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/J5ekB4l-6wg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SORRY IF I'M MEGA INCOMPREHENSIBLE IN THIS VIDEO!!! LIKE I SAID I'M IN HURRY! I HAVE A TEST TO STUDY FOR AND IT'S PAST 1 AND I HAVEN'T READ ANYTHING YET. DARN I DIDN'T REALIZE I WAS TYPING IN ALL CAPS. CAN'T CHANGE IT SINCE I'M IN A HURRY. BUT I'M NOT SHOUTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-365983917200871329?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/365983917200871329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-really-give-shit-if-you-have.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/365983917200871329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/365983917200871329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-really-give-shit-if-you-have.html' title='I Don&apos;t Really Give A Shit If You Have A Meeting'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-6878843232706787946</id><published>2010-11-22T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:50:56.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I Have Awesome Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TOlBdwgGzxI/AAAAAAAABpo/-3KJuCR1-QQ/s320/16-11-10_1452.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TOk3SqddamI/AAAAAAAABpk/duKB7gUPmK4/s400/16-11-10_1444.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHA! I'd probably regret posting this after a few days (I hate posting photos of myself) but my hair is looking&amp;nbsp; mighty fine! This was a few days ago and we had no classes (There was holiday of some sort) and I had to ran errands for my Mom so I curled/waved(?) my hair! Lahveeeet! I was trying to achieve Blake Lively's hair. =)))) I think I semi-achieved it. Don't disagree and just say yus okaaaay? Wag KJ!!! And I'm wearing two different shirts because I first tried on the yellow one but I didn't like then I tried the pink one but I didn't like it as well coz it looked too "preppy" so I switched back to the yellow one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm on my last semester in university! I'm so psyched! I looove uni but I can't wait to get out of it and do real stuff in the&amp;nbsp; "real" world. I know a lot of people say that university's more fun and working sucks but I'm materialistic and I want to buy tons of things and the only way to achieve that is through getting a job...or winning the lotto. Oh man if I won the lotto... Anyways, I'm also sort of excited because I plan to move out and it should be fun. Except for the cooking part. I don't cook. I tried I suck. Dilemma dilemma! Can't be eating take aways forever. Hhmm..anyone wanna be my housemates/roommates? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anypoos, I shall try to blog again soon. Really sometimes I just get so lazy and there's nothing to say nowadays!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;SEE  THIS IS WHY I HATE BLOGS W/ BG MUSIC I HAVE 50+ TABS OPEN AT THE MOMENT  AND SOMEONE HAS BG MUSIC IN THEIR BLOG CANT TELL WHICH ONE UNLESS I GO THROUGH ALL OF THEM. ZOMG. SO ANNOYED. I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE MY LAPTOP'S AUDIO ON MUUUUUTEEEE!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-6878843232706787946?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/6878843232706787946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-awesome-hair.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6878843232706787946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6878843232706787946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-awesome-hair.html' title='I Have Awesome Hair'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TOlBdwgGzxI/AAAAAAAABpo/-3KJuCR1-QQ/s72-c/16-11-10_1452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-367537198111100542</id><published>2010-11-02T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:24:53.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Rich People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alright so I was watching Glass Castle (A Korean drama) the other day and basically the story is the hot guy is from a super rich family and the girl is from an ordinary family and the guy’s mother is a total witch. She thinks that the girl isn’t right for her son so she tries to change the girl (But really it’s more like she tries to get rid of the girl) and all that shit. The girl works as a reporter and the mother wants her to leave her job because she’s marrying the chief executive of so and so company therefore it is not appropriate for her to be on TV as a lowly reporter just because. And it’s so insulting you’d think the girl would blurt out a reply that goes something like this…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“What woman? You want me to leave my job? Talk to the ass! I spent how many years in school&amp;nbsp; to get to where I am now and you tell me to leave my job??? How dare you? If you don’t want me as your son’s wife well suck it up bitch because HE wants ME as his wife. So yeah. Talk to the ass.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I definitely would’ve said that to my fiancee’s mother but unfortunately the girl just sat there being all polite says&amp;nbsp; that she’ll do her best to become what the guy’s mother wants her to be. What a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways nothing very original about the plot or anything but…how come most rich people in a TV series degrade ordinary people so much? Especially if their son or daughter is going to marry an “ordinary person”?&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t met anyone who’s SUPER rich (I know and I have rich friends and rich and super rich are totally different things so yeah.) like let’s say the Zobel de Ayalas or the Sys or the Madrigals or the Roxases or whatever but geez I can’t help to think if all super rich people in real life think that way. Or alright maybe they’re just concerned for their son/daughter because the person they marry might be nothing but a goldigger but why do they have to be SO cruel (And it’s also so cruel to assume so quickly.)? And&amp;nbsp; I think they have the point to be so overprotective. I really do. Especially if they have the right reason like let’s say they don’t want their son/daugther getting hurt but geez mostly it’s because “it’s gonna ruin their reputation”.&amp;nbsp; And most of the time they won’t even admit it. Well…reputation my ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They treat “ordinary people” like they’re a piece of shit.&amp;nbsp; You think with all the money they have they could at least buy themselves politeness and respect towards other people but nooooooo. They walk around thinking they’re superior because they have more money in their bank accounts than other people or because they need bank accounts because they have so much money for that matter. WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all super rich people out there who think that “ordinary people” are inferior please go suck my lollipop and then go shop for good manners and right conduct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all super rich people out there who knows how to treat other people right. Good for you. Give yourselves a pat on the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And evidently…I have been watching too much TV lately.&amp;nbsp; HAHAHA! (Don't mind me!) Korean drama series to be more specific. What? That’s all they have in TV nowadays. That or a remake of a Korean drama series. Not that I'm complaining but it's kinda sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-367537198111100542?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/367537198111100542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/11/rich-people.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/367537198111100542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/367537198111100542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/11/rich-people.html' title='Rich People'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-6883835061906788171</id><published>2010-10-11T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T03:31:32.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Macro Shots, Birth Control Devices and 3 Day Sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/97/dsc07663p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/97/dsc07663p.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img829.imageshack.us/img829/2797/dsc07681z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://img829.imageshack.us/img829/2797/dsc07681z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img687.imageshack.us/img687/167/dsc07734o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://img687.imageshack.us/img687/167/dsc07734o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/8688/img5924a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/8688/img5924a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/1017/dsc07583d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/1017/dsc07583d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/3246/dsc07612u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/3246/dsc07612u.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macro shots for Art class! I'm no photographer (Nah uh defz not!) but those are cute shots eh? Of course the last two shots aren't for my art class. That was breakfast last Friday and a birth control device from last week's Artificial Birth Control Methods Seminar for Sociology class! Hhmm...shall make a blog about what I learned about the seminar...but just to give you guys a quick overview of everything that I learned...Artificial birth control seems nasty and painful. Abstinence FTW(?)! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I am having a dilemma...There's a three day sale at a local mall from Friday till Sunday. And I'm thinking of getting a few stuff just 'cause I like to spend. Can't decide whether I should wait for the 3 day sale or I should just go before the sale. I like sales coz DUH they're sales! However, it gets pretty crowded during sales. Like crazy crowded and I hate it. I value my peace and serenity a lot. And most people don't even buy anything they just roam around the mall like crazy kids!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes...I have a&amp;nbsp; C# final exam and I'm thinking about whether I should go shopping during a 3 day sale or not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hhhmm...Maybe I should do a haul of all the things I got next time. Yeah. Anyways, gotz to go! Cheerios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-6883835061906788171?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/6883835061906788171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-macro-shots-and-3-day-sales.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6883835061906788171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6883835061906788171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-macro-shots-and-3-day-sales.html' title='Macro Shots, Birth Control Devices and 3 Day Sales'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-4666873815888768019</id><published>2010-10-11T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:40:05.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 24- A letter to your parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Mom and Papa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isang sem na lang graduate na ko.I will spend my FIRST PAYCHECK on you guys. ALL OF IT. Well maybe I'd get myself a few things too but you get my point! Thank you for everything. Yous are awesome and I can't thank God enough for giving yous as my parents coz DUH. Yous are awesome! Hope yous won't forget my garduation gift (Korea Trip). Love youz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alexis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-4666873815888768019?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/4666873815888768019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-24-letter-to-your-parents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/4666873815888768019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/4666873815888768019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-24-letter-to-your-parents.html' title='Day 24- A letter to your parents'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-4939264463742401533</id><published>2010-10-05T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:05:14.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Proper One Since Forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really thought no one would notice if I carried on doing the 30 Day Challenge as an excuse just so I could say I blog "regularly". But dang...&lt;a href="http://ishmoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ate Ish&lt;/a&gt; noticed. Haha! So I will now make a proper blog. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, I would like to formally announce that...we passed our thesis! *fireworks*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been kind of a while since it happened and I never really broadcasted the super amazing news that everyone's been waiting to hear about...or maybe not everyone but whatever. I am so happy and relieved. I have been waiting for this ever since we started working on our thesis last semester. We've been through a lot of ups and downs and tons of emo-ness on the side *coughcough* but now that we have passed I don't care anymore! I am willing to put all the bad memories behind and never look back. And I have no idea why I'm getting all emotional. So yeah. That's that! I can now breathe, eat, sleep, read books, watch movies and series-es without feeling guilty in other words I can now live life once again again and stop being a zombie...or so I thought. Ironically, right after we've had our defense requirements and homeworks kept pouring like whoah. Actually had enough of all the craziness that I just got to the point where I just said "Screw it! I'm taking a break!". Not out loud of course but you get my point. It was crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And...I just saw the Britney Spears episode of Glee! And OMG.It's so exciting. If you guys didn't already know...I LOVE BRITNEY SPEARS. She is amazing and I don't really give a shit about what other people think of her because I like her and her music is kick-ass. So Britney haters to the left! Go brush your teeth or feed your dog. Just...do something productive. This is the first episode of Glee that I genuinely enjoyed. Really. I only watch that show because Puck and Finn and Mr. Schu is sexy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. That be all for now. Excuse me while I try to get my blogging mojo back!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lovez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-4939264463742401533?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/4939264463742401533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/proper-one-since-forever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/4939264463742401533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/4939264463742401533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/proper-one-since-forever.html' title='A Proper One Since Forever!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-1345596421577268826</id><published>2010-10-05T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:59:23.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ramiele Malubay from AI7 because she's dating Gabe freaking Bondoc. Nah! Kidding! =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I would like to be Anna Wintour for a day! Because I would like to know what's it's like being the editor of Vogue! Duh! And I hear people are scared of her and stuff...you know I hear she's the inspiration for Miranda Priestly! Hah! And you know. Front row seats in EVERY fashion shows! Oh my goodness! Freebies from every single designer in the face of this planet! Just thinking about it makes me want to pee in my pants. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-1345596421577268826?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/1345596421577268826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-17-someone-you-would-want-to-switch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1345596421577268826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1345596421577268826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-17-someone-you-would-want-to-switch.html' title='Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-3850665740524599795</id><published>2010-10-04T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:27:25.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 16- Another picture of yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/149825320.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1286210413&amp;amp;Signature=iiHIHkEUUwMb94VyLFgL6cgLNME%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/149825320.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1286210413&amp;amp;Signature=iiHIHkEUUwMb94VyLFgL6cgLNME%3D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh. yeah. This was a couple of months ago I think. That is me drunk and immensely enjoying Basty's presence. Aahh...he's the cutest dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_620814212"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_620814213"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-3850665740524599795?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/3850665740524599795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-16-another-picture-of-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3850665740524599795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3850665740524599795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-16-another-picture-of-yourself.html' title='Day 16- Another picture of yourself'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7134871847877781211</id><published>2010-10-03T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:54:25.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crying Lightining - Arctic Monkey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why Georgia&amp;nbsp; - John Mayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blood Red Summer - Coheed and Cambria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until We Fall - Audioslave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haven't Met You Yet - Michael Bublé&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose Yourself&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Eminem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upside Down - Jack Johnson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Message In A Bottle - John Mayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forevermore - Side A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Womanizer - Britney Spears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaah! Missed a few days again! Tsk. Oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-7134871847877781211?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7134871847877781211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-15-put-your-ipod-on-shuffle-first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7134871847877781211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7134871847877781211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-15-put-your-ipod-on-shuffle-first.html' title='Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-1302871302289406472</id><published>2010-09-30T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:19:16.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 12- How you found out about Blogger and why you made one</title><content type='html'>I started blogging since I was 11. I'm 19 now. I'm old. *goes t the corner and sobs hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was Ate Ninin who introduced me to Blogger. I think my first blog was hosted in a site called Diary something. Okay, it was a long time ago I forgot the name but yeah Ate Ninin introduced me to Blogger and I've been here ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a blog because I enjoy babbling. And I haven't met the person who can tolerate all the shit I talk about yet. So I'm settling for a blog until I find him/her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-1302871302289406472?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/1302871302289406472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-12-how-you-found-out-about-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1302871302289406472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1302871302289406472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-12-how-you-found-out-about-blogger.html' title='Day 12- How you found out about Blogger and why you made one'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-1263070636762274235</id><published>2010-09-29T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T07:45:38.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs436.snc4/47936_1586909356442_1347037102_1587043_3009674_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs436.snc4/47936_1586909356442_1347037102_1587043_3009674_n.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;High school friends. This was an impromptu drinking session. And we all know how awesome impromptu drinking sessions are right? It was an awesome night! I LOVE THEM. We've basically known each other for almost 6 or 7 years. Wow. That long? Amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-1263070636762274235?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/1263070636762274235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-11-another-picture-of-you-and-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1263070636762274235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1263070636762274235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-11-another-picture-of-you-and-your.html' title='Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-1296235520188454022</id><published>2010-09-28T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:49:24.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.drumbum.com/media/colorful-music-notes-cutout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://store.drumbum.com/media/colorful-music-notes-cutout.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I dunno. It pretty much depends on what's new or what I'm feeling. I usually listen to happy songs when happy, sad songs when sad.When I'm bored I dunno I listen to songs that would lift up my mood. When hyped I listen to hype-y songs. When mad I listen to hhhmm...rock or rap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now I've been listening to 2NE1 songs a lot! It doesn't matter if I'm happy , sad, bored, hyped or mad! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I feel stink I missed two days! University&amp;nbsp; = boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-1296235520188454022?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/1296235520188454022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-10-songs-you-listen-to-when-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1296235520188454022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1296235520188454022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-10-songs-you-listen-to-when-you-are.html' title='Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-236195576250472374</id><published>2010-09-25T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:33:00.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJuDgpxDudI/AAAAAAAABpc/G3FhP4aI-oc/s1600/Untitled+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJuDgpxDudI/AAAAAAAABpc/G3FhP4aI-oc/s400/Untitled+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2NE1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are girls are so freakin' awesome! I looooooooove them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Frankly I couldn't think of anything for this one but it's true! I love 2NE1! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-236195576250472374?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/236195576250472374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-07-picture-of-someonesomething-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/236195576250472374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/236195576250472374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-07-picture-of-someonesomething-that.html' title='Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJuDgpxDudI/AAAAAAAABpc/G3FhP4aI-oc/s72-c/Untitled+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-154094515656710290</id><published>2010-09-24T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T05:09:08.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 06- Favourite super hero and why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm268/Buttercup_The_ppg/the%20powerpuff%20girls/LieveBubbles.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm268/Buttercup_The_ppg/the%20powerpuff%20girls/LieveBubbles.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bubbles from Powerpuff Girls! Because she's cute and adorable! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-154094515656710290?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/154094515656710290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-06-favourite-super-hero-and-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/154094515656710290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/154094515656710290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-06-favourite-super-hero-and-why.html' title='Day 06- Favourite super hero and why'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm268/Buttercup_The_ppg/the%20powerpuff%20girls/th_LieveBubbles.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-6145775722089282947</id><published>2010-09-23T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:44:10.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fmvrO1fAeuc/SFoaayC4bpI/AAAAAAAAATk/8Z9a_f-ov3o/s1600/P1010344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fmvrO1fAeuc/SFoaayC4bpI/AAAAAAAAATk/8Z9a_f-ov3o/s320/P1010344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamiltondailyphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Photo Credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a lot of good memories in this place. That's Steele Park. It was a few steps away from our old house. I miss it like yeah. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-6145775722089282947?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/6145775722089282947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-05-picture-of-somewhere-youve-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6145775722089282947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6145775722089282947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-05-picture-of-somewhere-youve-been.html' title='Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fmvrO1fAeuc/SFoaayC4bpI/AAAAAAAAATk/8Z9a_f-ov3o/s72-c/P1010344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-6139377352405290866</id><published>2010-09-22T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:50:27.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have</title><content type='html'>Procrastination. Definitely. I procrastinate like yeah. But I've been trying really hard to get myself together for the past few weeks. I figured I needed to sort out my priorities otherwise I will end up in a pile of horse manure with nothing but...Travis...my iPod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. This ones boring too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-6139377352405290866?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/6139377352405290866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-04-habit-that-you-wish-you-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6139377352405290866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6139377352405290866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-04-habit-that-you-wish-you-didnt.html' title='Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-6948281079848335241</id><published>2010-09-21T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:47:11.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KPop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2NE1'/><title type='text'>Go Away Eh Eh Eh Eh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="272" width="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yW13T2sfKg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/3yW13T2sfKg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite song out of their new album. 사랑은 아야야 is a close second! Aaahh. I LOVE 2NE1. Words can't express! Haha! These girls are made of awesome and fierceness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love them too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-6948281079848335241?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/6948281079848335241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/go-away-eh-eh-eh-eh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6948281079848335241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6948281079848335241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/go-away-eh-eh-eh-eh.html' title='Go Away Eh Eh Eh Eh!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-3167353893774913295</id><published>2010-09-21T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:38:35.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 03- A picture of you and your friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJjCcG6KajI/AAAAAAAABpE/d8bRiX3BNXE/s1600/46045_1390430443715_1320724048_30947918_2353855_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJjCcG6KajI/AAAAAAAABpE/d8bRiX3BNXE/s320/46045_1390430443715_1320724048_30947918_2353855_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside the lib. Dunno when was this. A month ago maybe?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another one just coz I want to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJjCiIFfDOI/AAAAAAAABpM/0Ms2XRi4dpM/s1600/61372_1179844912058_1706245289_340906_190391_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJjCiIFfDOI/AAAAAAAABpM/0Ms2XRi4dpM/s320/61372_1179844912058_1706245289_340906_190391_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UP. Attending the IT Congress. Why is everyone wearing black? You can't tell coz someone recklessly positioned himself in front of me but I think I'm the only one wearing white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I never told what all this Day 1,2,3 shit is all about. I'm doing this tag kinda thing....Seemed pretty fun. And it has actually motivated and made look forward to make blog entries so far.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 02- The meaning behind your Blogger name&lt;br /&gt;Day 03- A picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have&lt;br /&gt;Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to&lt;br /&gt;Day 06- Favorite super hero and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;br /&gt;Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad&lt;br /&gt;Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 12- How you found out about Blogger and why you made one&lt;br /&gt;Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 14- A picture of you and your family&lt;br /&gt;Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play&lt;br /&gt;Day 16- Another picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;br /&gt;Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them&lt;br /&gt;Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future&lt;br /&gt;Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Day 23- Something you crave for a lot&lt;br /&gt;Day 24- A letter to your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 25- What I would find in your bag&lt;br /&gt;Day 26- What you think about your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned&lt;br /&gt;Day 30- Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-3167353893774913295?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/3167353893774913295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-03-picture-of-you-and-your-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3167353893774913295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3167353893774913295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-03-picture-of-you-and-your-friends.html' title='Day 03- A picture of you and your friends'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJjCcG6KajI/AAAAAAAABpE/d8bRiX3BNXE/s72-c/46045_1390430443715_1320724048_30947918_2353855_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-3977176036628346411</id><published>2010-09-20T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:34:06.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 02- The meaning behind your Blogger name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My blogger name? Yxel? Well. I chose Yxel because I used to run around the intarwebz calling myself Lexy since I didn't want to reveal my real name. I even had a website named Lexyness.Com before. Yes c'mon I'm allowing you to puke. Anyway, after that whole Lexyness.Com hullabaloo I decided to use my real name and start fresh with Blogger and use my real name. I couldn't think of any thing for my URL thingy so I thought of Lexy however I didn't want to use that name anymore so I just decided to switch the letter around so tadah! Yxel it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't even now how you pronounce it. I always say it by saying each letter individually. Like... Hey visit my blog it's y x e l .blogspot.com HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blah. This one's boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switched to the new Blogger Design. This is quite convenient actually. =) Lost all my comments though. But oh well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-3977176036628346411?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/3977176036628346411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-02-meaning-behind-your-blogger-name.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3977176036628346411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3977176036628346411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-02-meaning-behind-your-blogger-name.html' title='Day 02- The meaning behind your Blogger name'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7584960044760298264</id><published>2010-09-19T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:57:28.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJY_h_A_VrI/AAAAAAAABoo/XkKJLgBeKWo/s1600/59584_1415035418824_1320724048_31000376_6298719_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJY_h_A_VrI/AAAAAAAABoo/XkKJLgBeKWo/s320/59584_1415035418824_1320724048_31000376_6298719_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a gorgeous, flattering photo...no? This was during the last day of a seminar I attended. Y4IT Congress in the University of the Philippines. I quite honestly like this photograph. It conveys all the emotions I'm feeling during that moment. You figure out what those emotions were. Oh wait right. The fifteen interesting facts about yours truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an iPod Nano first generation named Travis...but that isn't interesting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contrary to popular belief I don't listen to every KPop groups/artist there is. I only listen to 2NE1 and Big Bang.&amp;nbsp; SNSD, Lee Hyori and Son Dam Bi appear every now and then on my playlist but its very rare. No I don't listen to 2PM. I would like to have the privilege to touch Ok Taecyeon's abs though but that's all there is. And oh. Chan Sung is cute. ^_^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite sport is touch rugby...Nope. It isn't basketball.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be multilingual one day. I want to learn how to speak Korean, Greek, Maori, French and Spanish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Charlotte is my favourite band. I have all their albums...except for the second one so basically I don't have all their albums.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lived in New Zealand for a few years. My first six months were kind of a struggle since I couldn't speak fluent English plus their accent was kind of hard to comprehend. So I was a pretty quiet kid all through out Year 7. It got better though. I learned English and the accent so I made friends and got all crazy when Year 8 came. Haha! Aaahh fun times. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cover my ears when I sleep. If it's exposed then I will never ever be able to sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I love running. I once came&amp;nbsp; 9th out of a 100+ in a cross country. The year before I came 56th. Haha! I had low self-esteem and all that so I didn't think I could do much. The next. year came I was surrounded by all the right loving people who pushed and cheered for me so yay I came ninth!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met a cute Russian guy when we went to Malaysia last year. He was adorable! He kept saying all the Tagalog phrases he knows... Magandang umaga, magandang gabi, mahal kita, putang ina mo...He was a very charming man. ^^,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can speak Ilonggo and Waray. Filipino dialects. But you won't ever hear me speak it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love mango ice cream, mango shake, dried mangoes but I don't really like real mangoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a soldier or a spy or an assassin. Yeah I watch too much action movies... But srsly I want to be a soldier. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once did a 200 metre sprint RIGHT AFTER a 1000 metre run. If you're a runner you would know how difficult that is. When they signed me up for both events they never told me that the 200 metre sprint was RIGHT AFTER the 1000 metre run. I almost died. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met Jang Geun Suk in a plane on my way to Singapore last year. It was pretty surprising that he was in economy class! He was disguised really well! But no disguises can escape the eye of a professional fan girl! Anyway, he was a charming, funny guy though he can't speak much English. His interpreter was cute and very accommodating too. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was just kidding. I just finished watching He's Beautiful. Still hungover about it. JGS was so cute in it. Sorry for dragging you into my fantasy. =)))))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;See you again tomorrow? Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-7584960044760298264?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7584960044760298264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-01-recent-picture-of-you-and-15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7584960044760298264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7584960044760298264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-01-recent-picture-of-you-and-15.html' title='Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TJY_h_A_VrI/AAAAAAAABoo/XkKJLgBeKWo/s72-c/59584_1415035418824_1320724048_31000376_6298719_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2023014737622022721</id><published>2010-09-07T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:11:17.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>I'm So Tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;emotionally, physically, mentally, pyschologically! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it's wrong for me to say this but I'm gonna go ahead and say it anyways because OMG this is driving me insane...University is not fun anymore!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Emphasis on the word: anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It means I used to enjoy it but&amp;nbsp; now...not so much. Everything's just been so demanding. You know the feeling when your the youngest in the family and so everyone makes you do ten things at a time? Like your Mom tells you to do the dishes then a millisecond later your Dad wants you to sweep the floor then your older sister wants you to feed the guinea pigs then you just wanna scream "I ONLY HAVE ONE BODY!"? Yeah? Know that feeling? Well I don't since I'm the oldest out of four siblings and I never get bossed around like that even by my parents. I'm usually the one who does all the bossy things but anyways...that's how I feel right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are so many freaking things to do it's not funny anymore.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes whenever a professor announces another requirement I just want to stand in front and cry my eyes out. It's so depressing.&amp;nbsp; Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to enjoy university. No joke. But now everything's so intense and worst of all...BORING. I don't mind intensity and pressure but OMG...boredom. I cannot tolerate.&amp;nbsp; =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did not just post two consecutive uni-rant entries!!!!!! FML.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-2023014737622022721?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/2023014737622022721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2023014737622022721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2023014737622022721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m So Tired...'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-4670993753966760249</id><published>2010-08-19T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:31:37.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of an IT Student'/><title type='text'>It's 2:00 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just felt the need to post something so here I am. I could blog about our block's recent retreat but it wasn't as fun as I hoped it would be. Yeah yeah...everyone's raving about it but me not so much. Although I did pick up a few things from it and got to know a few people in our new block better I still feel like it lacks something. But I shall not discuss it any further. Because it bores the shit out of me. Really. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anypoo, the reason why I'm really blogging at the moment is because I'm supposed to be working on my thesis but I can't seem to find the right words for this stupid System Overview. I've been stuck working with it for almost two weeks! Probably more! And I really, really can't wait till all of this is over. I just can't wait. When this whole thesis thing is over all I'd have to worry about would be my programming subjects...which reminds me I've got C# tomorrow. FML. FML indeed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate to sound so cynical but I can't help it. University is driving me nuts. As well as other people here and there who are starting to really convince me that being obnoxious is part of their system...either I accept them for it or I get the fck out of the door. I am tempted to go for the latter. Hhmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-4670993753966760249?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/4670993753966760249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-200-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/4670993753966760249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/4670993753966760249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-200-am.html' title='It&apos;s 2:00 AM'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-8815530656253178147</id><published>2010-07-27T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:31:47.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JGL'/><title type='text'>Why You Should Watch Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally saw Inception last Friday. It was effing marvelous! If you haven't seen the movie (OMFG if you indeed have not!) let me give you one good reason&amp;nbsp; (Apart from the fact that the story and the whole movie itself was freakin amazing!)as to why you should run to the nearest cinema. Like now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TE71bpYuR5I/AAAAAAAABng/uUFy4nRzidI/s1600/joseph-gordon-levitt-details-august-2010-cover-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TE71bpYuR5I/AAAAAAAABng/uUFy4nRzidI/s320/joseph-gordon-levitt-details-august-2010-cover-05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TE71fM-Ju_I/AAAAAAAABno/tQedq_OEuL0/s1600/joseph-gordon-levitt-premium-rush-biker-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TE71fM-Ju_I/AAAAAAAABno/tQedq_OEuL0/s320/joseph-gordon-levitt-premium-rush-biker-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TE71VItYPCI/AAAAAAAABnY/gxE1Txxg5Ts/s1600/joseph-gordon-levitt-details-august-2010-cover-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TE71VItYPCI/AAAAAAAABnY/gxE1Txxg5Ts/s320/joseph-gordon-levitt-details-august-2010-cover-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TE73VjzPYgI/AAAAAAAABnw/TqPrOFyGbic/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TE73VjzPYgI/AAAAAAAABnw/TqPrOFyGbic/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE WELCOME GIRLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh! I love Joseph Gordon-Levitt! I looove him. Srsly. He should be in more amazing films like Inception. He's was so good!&amp;nbsp; 500 Days of Summer was awful in my opinion&amp;nbsp; (Sorry people but I don't understand the hype!) but he was really, really good in it so I actually finished the whole movie. And I love him. And you should too. And does he or does he not resemble the late Heath Ledger? I feel like I'm alone on this! No one agrees with me. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this isn't a movie review alright! More like a fan girl entry. Sorry for spazzing too much. He's so dreamy. I really do love him. But really...if you haven't seen Inception go watch it! It's amazing! 9/10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-8815530656253178147?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/8815530656253178147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-you-should-watch-inception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8815530656253178147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8815530656253178147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-you-should-watch-inception.html' title='Why You Should Watch Inception'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TE71bpYuR5I/AAAAAAAABng/uUFy4nRzidI/s72-c/joseph-gordon-levitt-details-august-2010-cover-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7097410665531769122</id><published>2010-07-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:07:47.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love La Salle'/><title type='text'>The Psycho Witch In Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I originally planned to title this post as: The Psycho Bitch In Red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, I reckon that it sounded too impolite and obscene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being called impolite for calling the involved person a bitch I have no problem with because she was impolite therefore I felt like I need to be equally impolite to her as well. Just to you know…be fair. Coz I’m nice like that. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then again I couldn’t stand the thought of having my blog be labeled as obscene. I really try hard to keep everything kid-friendly in here you know.  So I shall use the word witch instead of bitch. They rhyme anyways so whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So. Let’s get started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Friday was the last day of our exams. I had Technical Writing, Troubleshooting and Sociology. If you must really know… I think that I did pretty okay in them. Anypoo, the incident happened before my Sociology exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being the hardworking, responsible students that we were; my friends and I decided to go to our designated room to review since the exam won’t be in about half an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we get there. A couple of block mates were already there and then there was also this woman. In red. Whom we assumed would be our proctor since she was in our room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon entering I notice that there was a minor hullabaloo going on. The proctor had some problems and was speaking to one of my friends, which I didn’t really hear the details of because I was still outside the room. I thought we weren’t allowed to go in the room yet but it turns out that we can however we must be extremely quiet otherwise the proctor will eat us alive. Why? I have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we get in the room. We stayed exceptionally quiet for the fear of being eaten alive. I asked Joyce if she had some powder (Without making any sounds of course she had to read my lips.) coz I felt like my face was so oily you could fry eggs on it. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I walk over to Joyce without saying a single thing although a little too happily and I was wearing heels so it made sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then suddenly I hear…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Excuse me…” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I turn around upon hearing the proctor’s voice and she goes…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“GET OUT!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With a fierce I’m-going-to-eat-you-alive-if-I-hear-your-heels-again look that if she were in ANTM Tyra Banks would cry with pride with what she just did with her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was taken aback and was very amused because WHAT THE DID I DO????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If my parents didn’t raise me well I would’ve laughed because it was so funny and I would’ve probably told her…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Get out my ass you psycho witch!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I was raised by my parents to be polite so I smiled (Or maybe I giggled I’m not sure.)  and told her…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ay sorry po.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which was &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; painful for me to do because she did not deserve that. So I proceeded to take the powder from Joyce then continued with my reviewing and so did everyone else. In TOTAL silence. Some left the room for they cannot endure to be in the same room with such kind of person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moments passed, more of my blockmates arrived and I can tell they have been forewarned by the others to keep their mouths shut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But as more people arrived the urge to speak or make noise got too intense you could almost feel it in the air! And then everyone was speaking without speaking. It’s called mental telepathy. Students can to do that you see. One look at each other they instantly know what the other is thinking. Quite amazing really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The proctor (See how I can still control myself and be polite and fight the urge to call her names? I’m so nice.) probably felt the little conversations inside the students’ minds about her being crazy. So she said…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Class I hope you don’t mind that we are quiet.”  &lt;/i&gt;Uh. Yes we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I think that it’s both good for us for you to be quiet. You review and I check my papers.” &lt;/i&gt;Whateveeeeeerrrrrrrr! Why are we suddenly nice huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No one said anything and continued to review and some continued with their telepathic conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She probably felt that everyone thought she was crazy and it must have been very uncomfortable to her because…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She stood up and said &lt;i&gt;“Thank you guys.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO THE PSYCHO WASN'T EVEN OUR PROCTOR!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay first of all…I am very convinced she’s crazy. In some way. I mean she got SO mad at the sound of my heels!!!!!!!!!!! SO MAD! And she even told me to get out of &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; exam room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t care if she was there first. She could’ve at least told me &lt;b&gt;NICELY&lt;/b&gt; that my heels were bothering her paper checking. No need with the whole “EXCUSE ME, GET OUT!” scene. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANO KA CHIX????????????????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because that was extremely rude. And &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; melodramatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And besides!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve never heard of anyone losing count because they can hear someone’s heels click-clacking on the freaking floor! Unless maybe you’re SO freaking terrible at Maths that even the sound of heels will disturb your addition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was over reacting. I hate it when people over react. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it’s not like I did it on purpose just to annoy. Because I wouldn’t even bother. I don’t know her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, that’s the problem with &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; professors. On second thoughts all my professors have been polite and kind so far. So let me rephrase that. That’s the problem with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; older people. Emphasis on the word some okay??? They expect to be respected but they don’t know how to respect younger people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Screw the “Respect older people” shit that Filipino kids are taught. It should be “&lt;b&gt;Respect EVERYONE whether they’re younger, older or same age as you.” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because really, what that crazy lady did to me was just melodramatically disrespectful.&amp;nbsp; And she should be ashamed of what she did. I did not to anything to her to be treated and spoken to like that and fortunately…FORTUNATELY I was raised by my parents well and I found that scene very amusing (Coz it’s funny to see older people epically fail to practice what they preach) so I didn’t tell her to get out of my ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tsk. This is the second (or is it the third time?) that I have been disrespected by a faculty/staff of DLSU-D.&amp;nbsp; Remember this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah. Yeah. Sad, sad world we’re all living at. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. So let’s just say I don’t know her personally.&amp;nbsp; Maybe she’s going through a tough time (With what? Checking her papers?) . Well I don’t care. I felt disrespected so I shall bitch about it in my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-7097410665531769122?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7097410665531769122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/07/psycho-witch-in-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7097410665531769122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7097410665531769122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/07/psycho-witch-in-red.html' title='The Psycho Witch In Red'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-3323973671396697603</id><published>2010-07-19T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:29:32.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Philippines'/><title type='text'>Nadukutan Ako</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got my wallet stolen today, I guess I am now an authentic Filipino. I'm as authentic as any Filipino can get. I mean everyone I know has gotten something stolen from them or worse mugged. Way back in Grade 4 or 3 I had my 20 pesos stolen by this fat kid named Leslie (Hi beeeetch! Didn't think I saw you aye?) . But I don't think that's considered. So this is how it feels like to have something stolen from you. I feel....stupid. A little bit mad. Funny. Shocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know this day would come. It's just I didn't know it was going to happen this way! My friends and I were eating outside then when it's time to pay the bill my wallet was gone. Classic story. I really thought I'd have this moment during my OJT days. With the long travels, public transpo and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, let's just look at the bright side. At least when people are sharing their dukot moments I can now butt in and tell them mine! I used to just sit there and listen in awe. Now I get to be a the part of all the action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayun. Magkapigsa sana sa anus yung nagnakaw. He should've asked nicely na lang. I would've given him a few bucks pa siguro and he wouldn't have broken the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...on a lighter note. It's my Papa's birthday today!!!! I have no idea how old he is but he's awesome so who cares? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-3323973671396697603?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/3323973671396697603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/07/nadukutan-ako.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3323973671396697603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3323973671396697603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/07/nadukutan-ako.html' title='Nadukutan Ako'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7302921405591419116</id><published>2010-07-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:29:41.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Multi-Tasking Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So last night I planned on posting up the photos from Saturday’s events because Saturday was freaking mad! However, internet connection was being a major bitch so last night’s agenda was a failure. It was so annoying to the point that I wanted to throw my laptop outside the window! If I didn’t remember that I don’t have the money to replace it I would’ve really thrown it outside. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh. This is annoying. The only time I get to blog and I don’t know what to say!!! Often times, I get so inspired to make a blog like words are coming out of my brains but I can’t post since it’s either I’m in class and the professor is blabbing about something and I am certain that he/she wouldn’t be too happy if I took out my laptop in the middle of his/her lecture and blogged or I’m in line at some fast food restaurant with a perv behind me trying to smell my hair. Or something like those scenarios! Then when I finally have the time to blog. I've forgotten everything. Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And OHHHHH the latter situation actually happened. It was last Saturday. So I was going&amp;nbsp;to Tyron's for&amp;nbsp;our thesis meeting and&amp;nbsp;I decided to grab lunch at a fast food. So I was waiting in line yadda yadda. I stepped back just a tiny teeny bit and I feel somebody behind me. So I turned around and this dude is like an inch away from me smelling my hair. Creeeeeep. “Ugh. Kuya. Space? Please?” Not funny. I despise people who are six feet within my personal space unless you’re someone I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anywayssss…photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7WU9PsVI/AAAAAAAABlk/e582Hr7FJvo/s1600/Picture1287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7WU9PsVI/AAAAAAAABlk/e582Hr7FJvo/s320/Picture1287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After our thesis meeting. Camwhore first before I leave for my little cousin's birthday party. I am a multi-tasker just like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7l3iOpnI/AAAAAAAABls/eEbeea1WX8A/s1600/DSC06676.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7l3iOpnI/AAAAAAAABls/eEbeea1WX8A/s320/DSC06676.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the birthday party. I like balloons. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7qim7ENI/AAAAAAAABl0/2n4cxp2RgXA/s1600/DSC06686.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7qim7ENI/AAAAAAAABl0/2n4cxp2RgXA/s320/DSC06686.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is me...harassing Jollibee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7u_-RoxI/AAAAAAAABl8/MAmNsWO2OE0/s1600/DSC06689.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7u_-RoxI/AAAAAAAABl8/MAmNsWO2OE0/s320/DSC06689.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then went back to Tyron's to try this and also a post birthday celeb I guess? Of Tyron I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn70Gq1o3I/AAAAAAAABmE/UD6NaHiCvJY/s1600/DSC06697.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn70Gq1o3I/AAAAAAAABmE/UD6NaHiCvJY/s320/DSC06697.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn74Jn0CcI/AAAAAAAABmM/5uF1YC6nQkQ/s1600/DSC06712.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn74Jn0CcI/AAAAAAAABmM/5uF1YC6nQkQ/s320/DSC06712.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bought him a cake. We're sweet friends I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway. I just wanted to add. Isn't it funny when people INSIST that you're drunk when you're not? And then the more you try to tell them you aren't the more they are convinced that you are when really you are NOT? Happens to me all the freakin time. It's probably the fact that I turn scary red when I drink that convinces them...along with my extra ecstatic mood. But really...I'm not the type that gets drunk easily. I may turn red after a couple of shots&amp;nbsp;but this girl can last more rounds than you think! Bwahaha! But nah, I have &lt;b&gt;never ever&lt;/b&gt; gotten so drunk to the point that I start doing crazy unladylike things. &lt;b&gt;I know my limitations.&lt;/b&gt; I know when to stop. Anyway, why am I even talking about this????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7_AV4cMI/AAAAAAAABmU/Lra93RNKkvA/s1600/DSC06729.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7_AV4cMI/AAAAAAAABmU/Lra93RNKkvA/s320/DSC06729.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the mall afterwards. I had to wait until my redness subsides before going home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8DYtl10I/AAAAAAAABmc/fkQSBAcPMJg/s1600/DSC06732.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8DYtl10I/AAAAAAAABmc/fkQSBAcPMJg/s320/DSC06732.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Us. Uhm...we had to put the camera on a payphone and set it to timer for this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh. I also started to feel funny while walking around the mall. I felt like I wanted to throw up and puke everything inside me. Odd. I'm never usually like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8H_JelfI/AAAAAAAABmk/nFct5dgMqxs/s1600/DSC06742.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8H_JelfI/AAAAAAAABmk/nFct5dgMqxs/s320/DSC06742.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tried on clothes and stuff. It was fun! I really like this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8L0IlgSI/AAAAAAAABms/o89pnkCM34o/s1600/DSC06746.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8L0IlgSI/AAAAAAAABms/o89pnkCM34o/s320/DSC06746.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8Uf3bAGI/AAAAAAAABm8/PrtuvPxm7K8/s1600/DSC06760.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8Uf3bAGI/AAAAAAAABm8/PrtuvPxm7K8/s320/DSC06760.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two of my favourite girls whom I will love forever and ever!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8eYSULZI/AAAAAAAABnE/F6EGFftqQis/s1600/DSC06769.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8eYSULZI/AAAAAAAABnE/F6EGFftqQis/s320/DSC06769.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They then decided to eat but I couldn't since I was certain that anything that goes into my mouth will come right back up my throat in a disgusting form....also known as puke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8jAGMvlI/AAAAAAAABnM/FyggMKJ1AYQ/s1600/DSC06775.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn8jAGMvlI/AAAAAAAABnM/FyggMKJ1AYQ/s320/DSC06775.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before going hooooooooooome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just so you know, I felt much better once I got home. I didn't throw up and I even managed to watch the handsome &lt;a href="http://moviespinoy.com/the-bottomline-july-10-2010-midas-marquez-supreme-court-spokesperson-and-court-administrator/"&gt;Midas Marquez on Bottomline&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Don't give me &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; face. He &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; handsome. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-7302921405591419116?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7302921405591419116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/07/multi-tasking-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7302921405591419116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7302921405591419116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/07/multi-tasking-saturday.html' title='Multi-Tasking Saturday!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TDn7WU9PsVI/AAAAAAAABlk/e582Hr7FJvo/s72-c/Picture1287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-6390765844760835601</id><published>2010-07-04T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hissy/Bitch Fit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHY WAS I NEVER INFORMED THAT JOEL MADDEN HAD A GIG AT LAX LAST YEAR? WHY????????? I FIND OUT 7 FREAKING MONTHS LATER?????? &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/ol9s6"&gt;AND HE WAS WALKING AROUND GREENHILLS TAKING PHOTOS OF HIMSELF WITH PIRATED GOOD CHARLOTTE CONCERT DVD.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I AM BROKENHEARTED. AND I SAY THIS WITH ALL SERIOUSNESS. I FEEL DEVASTATED. I FEEL LIKE LIFE IS PLAYING A MEAN, MEAN JOKE ON ME. AND I JUST WANT TO CRY. AND WILL CRY ONCE I'M DONE WITH THIS BLOG ENTRY. I WILL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FIRST TIME THEY CAME HERE I COULDN'T COME BECAUSE I WAS A MERE 15?14?13? YEARS OLD. THEN THIS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I HAD NO FREAKING CLUE. I NEVER WOULD'VE FOUND OUT IF I DIDN'T CHECK OUT THE PHOTOS ON JOEL'S TWITTER ACCOUNT. WHY WAS I NEVER INFORMED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OKAY. SOMEONE JUST SHOOT ME. THAT WOULD FEEL 100X BETTER THAN KNOWING JOEL WAS AT LAX (LIKE AND HOUR OR SO DRIVE FROM WHERE I LIVE&lt;br /&gt;) LAST YEAR AND I WASN'T THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I FEEL AWFUL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH GOSH. I CAN'T BREATHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-6390765844760835601?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/6390765844760835601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-was-i-never-informed-that-joel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6390765844760835601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6390765844760835601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-was-i-never-informed-that-joel.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2724809786902248815</id><published>2010-06-10T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:29:18.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OJT'/><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our last day at work! Happy and sad! Happy because I’d get to spend more time with my guinea pigs! Yay! And also because I’m running out of clothes to wear! And sad because I’ll miss going to work everyday. It’s been a part of my daily routine for over a month and it’s waaaay better than going to Uni and attending classes. Ugh. My emotions are more on the sad part though. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss waking up in an ungodly hour in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss the great dilemma of picking out what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss commuting. Oh yes this I will definitely miss.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss the third floor.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss listening to Pyramid over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss my old school ThinkPad.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s malfunctioning letter N.  &lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss logging in Pidgin.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss refreshing my Gmail and Yahoo! Mail every three minutes to see if someone has emailed me…even though I’m pretty sure no one has.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss playing type-this-sentence-without-looking-at-the-keyboard game with Tracy and Gucci.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss the water dispenser.  &lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss the coffee vendo. Café Mocha FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss Stressed. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss Star.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss Twitter. My bestfriend. =)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss RR.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss MM.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss Cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss Gucci. The girl who baffles me more than anyone else I know. =))&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss my bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a good time. I don’t want to leave just yet. Really. I’m not too keen to go back to Uni since I know it’s not going to be very fun with the thesis and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my bosses Mam Ruth, Mam Rizza, Mam Aprille, Mam Sha, Sir Howie and of course Sir Weak. Everyone’s been super nice and accommodating.  Doubt if anyone would get to read this but whateverrrzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a good time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-2724809786902248815?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/2724809786902248815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2724809786902248815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2724809786902248815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-6977873429101613891</id><published>2010-06-03T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T06:54:48.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OJT'/><title type='text'>Stick Wit U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know the sticks security guards use to “inspect” your belongings with before you enter a mall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do those sticks have some kind of supernatural power? Or I don’t know… some kind of an inner radar maybe? Kinda like a metal detector thing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean…isn’t it amazing how the security guards have to only stick it in your bag and then it automatically detects whether you’re some kind of a terrorist carrying a weapon of mass destruction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where do they buy those? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do they fly them in from Mr. Ollivander’s? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do they have phoenix feather just like Harry Potter’s wand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If the security guard yells “EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!” would it produce a patronus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is that what 50 Cent was referring to in his song Magic Stick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or is that what Lady Gaga likes to call disco stick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-6977873429101613891?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/6977873429101613891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/06/stick-wit-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6977873429101613891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/6977873429101613891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/06/stick-wit-u.html' title='Stick Wit U'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-5298488011080378889</id><published>2010-06-03T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>MIssing Ns</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Missing Ns&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to skip work yesterday. Emphasis on the word had. It means I had to but I didn't intentionally want to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hhhmm.. Shall not go ito details because...who cares. Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo yesterday I was with my family ad we headed to Rob Manila and ate lunch and then I bought these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TAdjj5p457I/AAAAAAAABlM/p_cAbFgXTIk/s1600/DSC06289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TAdjj5p457I/AAAAAAAABlM/p_cAbFgXTIk/s320/DSC06289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were 2 for 99. I originally wanted to buy 8 books but I already felt guilty for having the nerve to buy aything since I am kind of on a tight budget and I still need to buy Paris ad Portia their pellets.&amp;nbsp; I spent almost two hours trying to decide which books I would buy and which ones I should let go. It was hard. Haha!=/ And besides we were commuting so carrying eight books, most of which are hardbound, wasn't exactly ideal. Hhhm.. my shoulders are actually still pretty sore from walking around Manila carrying four books. I think lady luck was still on my side though because despite my disgusting habit of impulsive buying the sun was nowhere in sight so it was'nt too bad. Walking around the city that is.&amp;nbsp; And also,&amp;nbsp; I spent today's allowance for those so I'm walking home tonight....nah I'm just playing! I've still got about a couple of bucks. Enough to last me a day. Or maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thought it was ridiculous of me to buy four books at once. “Will you&amp;nbsp; be able to read all that?” Haha!&amp;nbsp; But whatever.Hhhmm.. Actually come to think of it. I've still got four unread books in my bookshelf. Ones which I bought about half a year ago. Haha! I will find time&amp;nbsp; to read all those. Promise. Maybe once we're done with our thesis? Which will be in about a year? Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started reading The Regators. It's good. I like it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;If I'm missing Ns in certain words, it's because my old school ThinkPad's letter N is malfunctioning. Can't be stuffed to reread everything I just said. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-5298488011080378889?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/5298488011080378889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/06/missing-ns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/5298488011080378889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/5298488011080378889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/06/missing-ns.html' title='MIssing Ns'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/TAdjj5p457I/AAAAAAAABlM/p_cAbFgXTIk/s72-c/DSC06289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2489726154649294414</id><published>2010-05-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OJT'/><title type='text'>A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. So I'll post photos instead. Bright idea huh? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_87zIezgVI/AAAAAAAABkM/ZDzxki1SDpc/s1600/11-05-10_1622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_87zIezgVI/AAAAAAAABkM/ZDzxki1SDpc/s320/11-05-10_1622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_872L3fmkI/AAAAAAAABkU/mQ--Yiwch2I/s1600/24-05-10_1530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_872L3fmkI/AAAAAAAABkU/mQ--Yiwch2I/s320/24-05-10_1530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_875ElxBcI/AAAAAAAABkc/ZtrpZuB2XFk/s1600/26-05-10_1824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_875ElxBcI/AAAAAAAABkc/ZtrpZuB2XFk/s320/26-05-10_1824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_88Ai3gJKI/AAAAAAAABkk/JLTjWoq0LDM/s1600/26-05-10_1832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_88Ai3gJKI/AAAAAAAABkk/JLTjWoq0LDM/s320/26-05-10_1832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_88Dg6OodI/AAAAAAAABks/vUxy2iNOWik/s1600/26-05-10_1847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_88Dg6OodI/AAAAAAAABks/vUxy2iNOWik/s320/26-05-10_1847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_88ITiJRSI/AAAAAAAABk0/0T-GdVIjpug/s1600/26-05-10_1836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_88ITiJRSI/AAAAAAAABk0/0T-GdVIjpug/s320/26-05-10_1836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_88M_QuWeI/AAAAAAAABk8/138YydTS7so/s1600/26-05-10_1840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_88M_QuWeI/AAAAAAAABk8/138YydTS7so/s320/26-05-10_1840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_88SueR5LI/AAAAAAAABlE/fe-BkVzFlZ0/s1600/26-05-10_1835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_88SueR5LI/AAAAAAAABlE/fe-BkVzFlZ0/s320/26-05-10_1835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We are cool. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-2489726154649294414?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/2489726154649294414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/05/picture-worth-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2489726154649294414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2489726154649294414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/05/picture-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture&amp;#39;s Worth A Thousand Words'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S_87zIezgVI/AAAAAAAABkM/ZDzxki1SDpc/s72-c/11-05-10_1622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-5440021897422728349</id><published>2010-05-14T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris and Portia'/><title type='text'>Oo Nga Naman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oo Nga Naman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtext kapatid ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Kinagat ni Portia si Paris&lt;br /&gt;Me: She's turning into a lunatic. Ano sabi ni Paris?&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Wheeeeeeek!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (-_-)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S-z7_s_HyRI/AAAAAAAABj8/zJgNcisz_AA/s1600/13-05-10_2209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S-z7_s_HyRI/AAAAAAAABj8/zJgNcisz_AA/s320/13-05-10_2209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-5440021897422728349?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/5440021897422728349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/05/oo-nga-naman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/5440021897422728349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/5440021897422728349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/05/oo-nga-naman.html' title='Oo Nga Naman'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S-z7_s_HyRI/AAAAAAAABj8/zJgNcisz_AA/s72-c/13-05-10_2209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2682172060502688840</id><published>2010-05-06T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris and Portia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OJT'/><title type='text'>Paris and Portia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paris and Portia!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am currently at work…and since my boss isn’t around yet and no task was given for this morning…I shall blog. Because I’m sort of bored. Haha! I mean yeah of course I could Facebook (Yes I just used Facebook as a verb)..but nah. I feel extremely awkward Facebooking here in the office. In fact, I feel a bit awkward doing anything around here. Go to the restroom. Drink. Eat. Refill my water bottle. Go on Twitter. I feel like I’m slacking off when I do anything not work related. The only thing I’m comfortable doing is anything that my boss instructs me to do. Haha! And of course we’re not given tasks every minute so until then I got all the time in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes, I am talking about the new company we’re interning at. It took us about two weeks to find a new company for our OJT. I was &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; close on accepting Mom's offer to work for her. So to my boss...thank you for accepting us and saving me. Haha! Tracy and I are now interning at this company somewhere in the city wherein they give out free birthday cakes! It's a bit farther than the previous company we interned at but I like it here. Like major. =) No complaints. Except maybe the travel? I hate traffic. With a passion. Especially along Bacoor and Gil Puyat. Traffic at those places is unbelieveable. Now I have to allot at least 2 1/2 or three hours travel time. Each day. Which means…earlier wake-up time. Great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anywayssss…meet the loves of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S-f3alMLbnI/AAAAAAAABj0/w5NbfgExT74/s1600/DSC05830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S-f3alMLbnI/AAAAAAAABj0/w5NbfgExT74/s320/DSC05830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paris and Portia enjoying the AC unit. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aren’t they the cutest little fury things ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paris and Portia! They’re Abyssinian guinea pigs. I got them about a couple of weeks ago? Not sure. They’re sort of thin since I don’t know any shelters near my place so I had to resort to a pet shop. But give me about a month or so. I feed them everything so they should look better by then. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s kind of hard to go to work everyday and not getting to take care of them as much as I want to. So I always text my sister for updates and what she should do to take care of them properly. Sometimes, I feel like bringing them to work...hhmm…maybe I should ask my boss? He’s pretty nice so I think he’ll say yes…Haha! Nah. I kid. I kid. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuddle time with them before going to bed is what I look forward to the most everyday. =)&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/6357940315718944727-2682172060502688840?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/2682172060502688840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/05/paris-and-portia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2682172060502688840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2682172060502688840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/05/paris-and-portia.html' title='Paris and Portia!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S-f3alMLbnI/AAAAAAAABj0/w5NbfgExT74/s72-c/DSC05830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7604793081877085662</id><published>2010-05-06T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T06:55:18.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OJT'/><title type='text'>I Love Commuting...Nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three or four nights &amp;nbsp;nights ago. I think it was Tuesday or Wednesday night. Whatever. &amp;nbsp;Home time came so we headed at the bus stop and I was like “Whoah!” since it seemed like the whole city of Makati was right there. Too freaking many people so whenever a bus arrives everyone freaking mobs to the bus’ door.&amp;nbsp; I swear words cannot emphasize how crowded the bus stop was that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was like a freaking battlefield.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No weaklings allowed. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a lot of pushing and shoving and screaming. And mainly it was the guys who pushed and shoved. The girls could only scream. I now truly believe that chivalry is dead. Gentlemen are long gone from this world. Or maybe they’re just super duper endangered.&amp;nbsp; Sad, sad reality. I mean Tracy and I were trying to get in the stupid bus and hello we’re like defenseless?! Tracy is small and I’m thin and we’re fragile and all we wanted is to get in the freaking vehicle. We didn’t even desire and expect to have a seat. We just wanted to get in so we could get to our next stop but nnnoooo. So yeah Tracy and I were fighting for our lives trying to get in the bus and then this man. Stupid old man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Effing shoves me out of the freaking way. Like really shoved. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hardcore shoving. I was flabbergasted. Luckily for him, I was too shocked to do anything. Otherwise I would’ve hit him with my four-inch heels and scoop his eyes out.&amp;nbsp; I really would’ve. I should’ve. But whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we finally got in the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More hardcore shoving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More hardcore pushing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone was squeezed together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’re hand in hand. Chest to chest and now we’re face to face. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna take you away…&lt;/i&gt;Hahaha! Nah. I’m just playin! What I’m trying to say is that the bus contained ten times than its expected capacity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So there we were standing. Tracy somehow got lost inside. And then a lady tells me that I should sit on the seat thing next to driver coz there’s going to be a lot of shoving and I’m going to have a hard time. I thought it was a good idea since I was wearing heels and my bag is like &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/b&gt; and heavy. So I sat. It was pretty alright and a lot comfier than standin… until I noticed that random men’s crotch were at least three inches away from my face. Uuuuhhhh yeah. Fantastic. Luckily, I had a fan which doubled as a shield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there I was. Sitting. Sweaty. Stinky. Sticky. Surrounded by random people’s crotches. People stepping on my freaking shoes. Thinking to myself… “What did I do so heinous to deserve this?”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seven hundred million minutes passed. We finally arrive at our second stop to where we would now have to ride a bus to Cavite. &lt;b&gt;You think that’s it? End of story? Nah-uh I’m on a freaking roll here! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp; again…it was like the whole province of Cavite was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And buses were nowhere to be found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What the eff is it with buses being MIA that night????? GEEZ!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when buses arrived they were either headed to a different route or they were super full. Finally like after almost an hour of waiting (No kidding we had to wait that long!) a bus arrives. So we ran like mad men and you know the drill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hardcore shoving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hardcore pushing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hardcore screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then finally. Comfy seat. AC. There were other little things going on in the bus. Like people getting annoyed by each other. Probably because everyone had a long day. I tried to ignore and sleep it all off but some people just couldn’t keep their mouths shut. Really! Like geez. I understand you’re tired. I’m tired. We’re tired. We say and do annoying things and everyone’s squeezed together. And I know sometimes you just feel like you’re going to burst with everything that’s going on but geez! Like shut it! I’m trying to sleep! I want peace and serenity. Fighting with the conductor is not going to solve anything. Just shut it. Really. Just stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then. Finally home. After almost four hours I am back home. Oh the joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sooo…. that was my Tuesday…or was it Wednesday night? Worst commuting experience I’ve ever had in my 19 years of existence. Bow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&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/6357940315718944727-7604793081877085662?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7604793081877085662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-commutingnuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7604793081877085662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7604793081877085662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-commutingnuts.html' title='I Love Commuting...Nuts'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-7172500360431012495</id><published>2010-04-13T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Best Feeling In The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Feeling In The World&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know during winter? When the temperature is just unbelievably glacial? Then you're doing something even though you wish you're just snuggling in your bed with the heater on? Then finally you get the chance to snuggle in your bed with the heater and electric blanket on? BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, this is going to be super weird and awkward but you know the feeling when you just really, really have to go? like to the toilet? to do whatever it is you gotta do but you can't for some peculiar reason? Then you finally get the chance to go? BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know the feeling when you really, really feel like you're going to fail a subject? But then the grades come out and you passed? BEST FREAKING FEELING IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of hard for me to update these days. I've got no access to the intarwebs at home plus I can't be fussed. Anyway, the internship is... well I'm looking for another company. Hopefully everything goes smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-7172500360431012495?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/7172500360431012495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-feeling-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7172500360431012495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/7172500360431012495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-feeling-in-world.html' title='Best Feeling In The World'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-8046006108120095181</id><published>2010-03-23T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OJT'/><title type='text'>The Intern Ep. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Intern Ep. 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever question you have in mind such as what causes a student to lose his/her sanity or the reason for my 456 years of absence that is the answer. I won’t elaborate on what I went through during my absence because past is past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Tracy and I went back to the radio station that we went to a couple of weeks ago to submit the requirements we had to submit for our internship (I shall call it “internship” instead of “on-the-job-training” since internship sounds fancier!). It was odd though. Apparently, we weren’t “hired” yet but the first time we went there the person we talked to clearly said that we should go back between 22nd  and the 26th of March to submit our requirements along with our resumes and then we can then start on the 29th. But when we went there today the person said that unless they called us we weren’t hired yet which is sort of impossible since he gave back our resumes together with our endorsement letter. But I swear in the name of St. John Baptist De La Salle that he really said those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we talked to one of the IT persons and we figured something that could work for us. It was funny though. I think we almost didn't get in since they were looking for boys because they were going to do “boy works” apparently (Networking…You know dealing with cables and stuff like that and it also involves climbing the ceiling LOOOOL). It’s weird how in almost every IT department they’re always looking for boys. What’s with boys that girls do not have anyway? I feel…discriminated. Nah just kidding! I just find it really weird. I mean I can totally climb the ceiling even with six-inch heels on! Chunky ones alright! It’s impossible to do them in stilettos! When I was in elementary there was this mango tree right beside our school building and during break time my friens and I would climb the tree and chill there. Aaah…good times. So anyway, if I managed to climb mango trees while fighting those giant red ants then I’m sure climbing the ceiling is a piece of cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we can start on April. Hopefully, we’d get to do fun IT things. And hopefully we’d have great office mates. They were really nice to us so I know that they will be. They were very accommodating and approachable especially the guy in the IT department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if I want to work there though. I’m having seconds thoughts. Mom is offering me to work for her. And I dunno. I kind of want to be there too. I mean if I work there at least I already know the people I’m going to be with and my Mom is going to be my boss which isn’t really something new. And I like it there. I like the office-y environment. And Mom knows wha I need to learn and I'm sure that she won't make me make coffees for her (Even if she did I wouldn't since I can't make coffee to save my life) and I can tell her if she's being a shitty boss which is the beauty of working for her. Being able to tell her, my boss, anything. And if I work there I can finally use my cold weather clothes since the office can get pretty chilly. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me while I study for my Physics and Operating Systems final exams while trying ignore my headache. WISH ME ALL THE BEST IN THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;If possible make a prayer vigil for me. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I've only been gone for about a couple of months and then when I come back I find out that Halsocan's dead? Shall fix things soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-8046006108120095181?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/8046006108120095181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/03/intern-ep-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8046006108120095181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8046006108120095181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/03/intern-ep-1.html' title='The Intern Ep. 1'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2943013720563700969</id><published>2010-02-09T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357940315718944727-2943013720563700969?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/2943013720563700969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/02/lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2943013720563700969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/2943013720563700969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/02/lie.html' title='The Lie'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-3667434194694962304</id><published>2010-01-14T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>The Dead Mermaid Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Dead Mermaid Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my university. Really…but sometimes I can’t help but hate it just a tiny teeny bit. You know everything/everyone has its flaws! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the university I go to is generally a great place to be in. People are (generally) nice. Facilities are pretty decent. And who wouldn’t love the environment? The campus itself is something that I’m really proud of. Very &lt;i&gt;nature-y&lt;/i&gt; if you know what I mean. Trees and all that. It doesn’t give you the “campus vibe” that much which in my opinion is a good thing. Lessens stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there is one thing I hate just a tiny teeny bit would be the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S09ZlB8I9QI/AAAAAAAABjc/NQTwGaZ4NZo/s1600-h/lake1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S09ZlB8I9QI/AAAAAAAABjc/NQTwGaZ4NZo/s320/lake1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S09Z8sqorlI/AAAAAAAABjk/xhO2bIuRW6Q/s1600-h/lake2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S09Z8sqorlI/AAAAAAAABjk/xhO2bIuRW6Q/s320/lake2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S09aF1gysmI/AAAAAAAABjs/xBoYlbg4E34/s1600-h/lake3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S09aF1gysmI/AAAAAAAABjs/xBoYlbg4E34/s320/lake3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lake in all its glory. Photos taken from the school's website. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we have a flippin’ lake in our campus. It’s nice and all BUT…it stinks. REALLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stench is soooo bad that sometimes I feel like puking. I HATE IT SO, SO MUCH.&amp;nbsp; It smells as though there’s a dead mermaid down the bottom of it. I know mermaids live in the sea but who cares?&amp;nbsp; Mermaids probably don’t even exist in the first place but who cares? My point is the lake is emitting a smell of a dead mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just my nose. But then some of my friends started to notice it too. Some of my other friends couldn’t smell it so we thought it was just our imagination. But then eventually everyone started to smell the stench too! And so whenever we’d pass it we’d say “There’s that dead mermaid again!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part of this is…the lake is right beside the canteen. So while you’re eating then the wind suddenly blows…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HHHHMMMMMMMMM…WATTA SMELL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to boost my apetite. Oh yeah. There goes my lunch. Tryna go back up my throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to tell you the truth. &lt;b&gt;The lake didn’t always stink.&lt;/b&gt; It didn’t produce any repulsive smell before. It was probably just a couple of months ago when that smell started. Hhmm... I heard they have like some sort of a fish farm there so maybe that’s what causing the smell but like I said before it NEVER stank in the whole three years I’ve been in my Uni. So I’m really sticking with my dead mermaid theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GOD BLESS!&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/6357940315718944727-3667434194694962304?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/3667434194694962304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/01/dead-mermaid-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3667434194694962304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/3667434194694962304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/01/dead-mermaid-theory.html' title='The Dead Mermaid Theory'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S09ZlB8I9QI/AAAAAAAABjc/NQTwGaZ4NZo/s72-c/lake1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-1533081567200158188</id><published>2010-01-04T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic spam entry. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IZ4UyMjGI/AAAAAAAABic/HAuL90L4q3k/s1600-h/n1347037102_220612_8250.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IZ4UyMjGI/AAAAAAAABic/HAuL90L4q3k/s320/n1347037102_220612_8250.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a night out with friends with only 300 in my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0ITs2u4y3I/AAAAAAAABhE/W1JYwIGMyRA/s1600-h/DSC09399.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0ITs2u4y3I/AAAAAAAABhE/W1JYwIGMyRA/s320/DSC09399.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IUQhIbLUI/AAAAAAAABhM/IB6XQ1W-WmY/s1600-h/9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IUQhIbLUI/AAAAAAAABhM/IB6XQ1W-WmY/s320/9.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Singapore and Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IWy14SGwI/AAAAAAAABhk/LZBOyz4-ZPQ/s1600-h/DSC09616.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IWy14SGwI/AAAAAAAABhk/LZBOyz4-ZPQ/s320/DSC09616.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I saw an old friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IWtxQMEvI/AAAAAAAABhU/xbgghnxIWR8/s1600-h/Untitled+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IWtxQMEvI/AAAAAAAABhU/xbgghnxIWR8/s320/Untitled+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went ziplining which was mad awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/SZLkFLAce4I/AAAAAAAABLM/dXM1vfibmbQ/s1600/star.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/SZLkFLAce4I/AAAAAAAABLM/dXM1vfibmbQ/s320/star.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;I became a part of the World's Hugest Lasallian Human Star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IYj9xYdWI/AAAAAAAABh8/6_xJqkZWJCM/s1600-h/change.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IYj9xYdWI/AAAAAAAABh8/6_xJqkZWJCM/s320/change.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Wanted a HUGE change in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0Ib_7nMihI/AAAAAAAABjE/KPHySiYrXuQ/s1600-h/ynm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0Ib_7nMihI/AAAAAAAABjE/KPHySiYrXuQ/s320/ynm.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;I learned that I can’t always have what I want. Which sucks…really. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IYt14PXOI/AAAAAAAABiE/-N_aVdmF8v0/s1600-h/18.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IYt14PXOI/AAAAAAAABiE/-N_aVdmF8v0/s320/18.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;I turned eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IX6GsOypI/AAAAAAAABhs/jMJcGwgmV9U/s1600-h/EjXIXmsYcq45165hoPduRZA7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IX6GsOypI/AAAAAAAABhs/jMJcGwgmV9U/s320/EjXIXmsYcq45165hoPduRZA7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I got really sad when Michael Jackson died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0Ia1bavvFI/AAAAAAAABik/DzYRP4kSNvI/s1600-h/7425_1239674875797_1347037102_700687_5254848_n.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0Ia1bavvFI/AAAAAAAABik/DzYRP4kSNvI/s320/7425_1239674875797_1347037102_700687_5254848_n.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0Ia2a-E81I/AAAAAAAABis/hkVpxuM6KGw/s1600-h/7425_1239705956574_1347037102_700917_1413093_n.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0Ia2a-E81I/AAAAAAAABis/hkVpxuM6KGw/s320/7425_1239705956574_1347037102_700917_1413093_n.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;I helped those in need. Naks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0Ia6UsxCUI/AAAAAAAABi0/mxWMQuuYc7Q/s1600-h/SS.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0Ia6UsxCUI/AAAAAAAABi0/mxWMQuuYc7Q/s320/SS.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone spilled spaghetti sauce all over me. Whoever you are. I forgive you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IWujDZ39I/AAAAAAAABhc/tPvLCKl9DZA/s1600-h/151003397-L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IWujDZ39I/AAAAAAAABhc/tPvLCKl9DZA/s320/151003397-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IYAkn0ClI/AAAAAAAABh0/TnJX3ybqsMc/s1600-h/erich-katorse9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IYAkn0ClI/AAAAAAAABh0/TnJX3ybqsMc/s320/erich-katorse9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Discovered the wonderful world of KPop. Thanks to Boys Over Flowers which if I may add is the best TV series of the year. Second is Katorse. GO JOJO! &lt;b&gt;Ang kumontra kupal with a capital K.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IZGiNFREI/AAAAAAAABiM/R2PtRPOIkO0/s1600-h/Picture0272.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IZGiNFREI/AAAAAAAABiM/R2PtRPOIkO0/s320/Picture0272.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;I became a Blackjack and a VIP and I’m very happy....as you can see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IZVwON7VI/AAAAAAAABiU/FJgiTrggNJg/s1600-h/DSC01053.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IZVwON7VI/AAAAAAAABiU/FJgiTrggNJg/s320/DSC01053.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I got very stressed because of our thesis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will have a kick-ass year no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I have no particular “new year’s resolutions” because well..I hardly ever stick to them. I’d like do them for two days and get sick on the third day. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0NFZcmFNLI/AAAAAAAABjM/FEIFZwdC_Ek/s1600-h/cal.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0NFZcmFNLI/AAAAAAAABjM/FEIFZwdC_Ek/s320/cal.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, as I am typing out this entry I am also trying to get my CAL(kinda like an online learning/e-class thing)&amp;nbsp; done. But there are like 15 courses and each course requires at least 3 hours and blah I haven't even completed one course and the deadline's today. I am so doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A few holiday photos. The quality is shit and there isn't much photos because my genius sister forgot to bring the camera so I had to use my phone. Srsly, what's wrong with my sister? Of all things she can forget she forgets the camera. She could've forgotten her name or her undies or anything else just not the camera...geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IF6DxWMQI/AAAAAAAABfc/BOQjciCaZiw/s1600-h/24-12-09_1738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IF6DxWMQI/AAAAAAAABfc/BOQjciCaZiw/s320/24-12-09_1738.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;@ Abenson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IHELL5x5I/AAAAAAAABfs/kKGA6L7NnxQ/s1600-h/26-12-09_1245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IHELL5x5I/AAAAAAAABfs/kKGA6L7NnxQ/s320/26-12-09_1245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where we went on the 26th/Boxing day. How typical. Haha! Went to Laguna after to meet relatives. Got me some good amount of $$$ thus I'm very delighted. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IGouU8vHI/AAAAAAAABfk/ahzuJ4NkO4k/s1600-h/26-12-09_1244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IGouU8vHI/AAAAAAAABfk/ahzuJ4NkO4k/s320/26-12-09_1244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No brainer outfit. Wore this cute long sleeved top but it got too hot so I had to take it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IHmJw-28I/AAAAAAAABf0/N9U1vKmnX_w/s1600-h/26-12-09_1249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IHmJw-28I/AAAAAAAABf0/N9U1vKmnX_w/s320/26-12-09_1249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sisters.&amp;nbsp; My younger sister (the one in the middle) told me "Ate,&amp;nbsp; I bet you wear huge shades to hide your zits" and I'm like (-_-)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IJ5tVbsvI/AAAAAAAABf8/ew3Tr7YVrJA/s1600-h/26-12-09_2110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IJ5tVbsvI/AAAAAAAABf8/ew3Tr7YVrJA/s320/26-12-09_2110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We were bored so my sister made my hair into Sandara's infamous palm tree hair and made hers into a "mini palm tree". If you watch 2NE1TV you'd know what a mini palm tree is. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IKRxCSRUI/AAAAAAAABgM/SML7ynJH5Gc/s1600-h/01-01-10_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IKRxCSRUI/AAAAAAAABgM/SML7ynJH5Gc/s320/01-01-10_0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IKfMvV1RI/AAAAAAAABgU/MucwPERRZhg/s1600-h/01-01-10_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IKfMvV1RI/AAAAAAAABgU/MucwPERRZhg/s320/01-01-10_0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haha! My sister (the one on the right side) says it looks good to show off you shoulders in photos...I'm like... "WTF, where do you learn those things?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0ILC63xznI/AAAAAAAABgk/mf8IVktBcSA/s1600-h/01-01-10_0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0ILC63xznI/AAAAAAAABgk/mf8IVktBcSA/s320/01-01-10_0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0ILTd5crNI/AAAAAAAABgs/JKo3kWc3o_U/s1600-h/31-12-09_2134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0ILTd5crNI/AAAAAAAABgs/JKo3kWc3o_U/s320/31-12-09_2134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pomelo salad. So effing delicious words and photos cannot do it justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;K. That's it. Gotz to goesz. Cheerios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&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/6357940315718944727-1533081567200158188?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/1533081567200158188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1533081567200158188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1533081567200158188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/S0IZ4UyMjGI/AAAAAAAABic/HAuL90L4q3k/s72-c/n1347037102_220612_8250.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-1082909647206573860</id><published>2009-12-15T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#bestof09'/><title type='text'>Best of '09 Day 16 and Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best of '09 Day 16: Tea Of The Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I missed yesterday's blog challenge. I'm a busy person. Anyway, I'm here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tea of the year would definitely have to be..&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;green tea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not exactly a tea person.&amp;nbsp; Or a coffee person. Or a hot drinks person. I don't really drink tea unless it's iced tea or those ones in bottles and same goes for coffee. I don't really fancy hot coffee but I LOVE iced coffee. Anyway, I do like the cold green tea they used to sell in our cafeteria. It's a pity they stopped selling it since I really loved it! Very refreshing! And much better than the normal iced tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best of '09 Day 15: Best Packaging&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Best packaging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/Sx_RIUyLGTI/AAAAAAAABd0/4y56oKDGWI0/s1600/DSC02667.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/Sx_RIUyLGTI/AAAAAAAABd0/4y56oKDGWI0/s320/DSC02667.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/Sx_QJIgmZmI/AAAAAAAABds/kOllycwUY7U/s1600/DSC02664.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/Sx_QJIgmZmI/AAAAAAAABds/kOllycwUY7U/s320/DSC02664.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/Sx_TYTPtwfI/AAAAAAAABeE/94PrfqtTQ2w/s1600/DSC02693.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/Sx_TYTPtwfI/AAAAAAAABeE/94PrfqtTQ2w/s320/DSC02693.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know we had a strict no KPop for the next few days policy but hey! You said best packaging and this it! 2NE1's first mini album! It's super cute aye? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&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/6357940315718944727-1082909647206573860?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/1082909647206573860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-of-day-16-and-day-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1082909647206573860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/1082909647206573860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-of-day-16-and-day-15.html' title='Best of &amp;#39;09 Day 16 and Day 15'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/Sx_RIUyLGTI/AAAAAAAABd0/4y56oKDGWI0/s72-c/DSC02667.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-8663551071281265056</id><published>2009-12-14T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#bestof09'/><title type='text'>Best of '09 Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best of '09 Day 14: Rush&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have noticed that everything I have been blogging about for the past several days have always been about KPop. I know WTF right? But you really can't blame me because I really don't have anything to talk about. And come to think of it...I'm actually doing everyone a favour here by fangirling over Big Bang and 2NE1 rather than talking about my university life which is the only life I've been living since it's what keeps me hella busy nowadays (Tragic I know. Anyway, I have finally found something else to blog about! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends...Welcome to the &lt;a href="http://www.gwenbell.com/blog/2009/11/30/the-best-of-2009-blog-challenge.html"&gt;The Best of 2009 Blog Challenge&lt;/a&gt;! Basically all you have to do is post an entry everyday about the given topic for the day for the whole month of December! (That was a lot of&amp;nbsp; "for"! Haha!) The topics kind of makes you reflect on what has happened during this year. Ah this is so fun! It's a genius idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's already the fourteenth I shall start with today's topic but I will also do the previous days that I have missed soon. So anyway, here's my Best of '09 day 14! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rush. &lt;/i&gt;When did you get your best rush of the year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Honestly. I feel stink that I had to start the challenge of today since I don't really know what to write about this topic. Rush? Uhm I guess when I saw Tae Yang's Where U At music video for the very first time? Oh hellzz yeah that was one crazy rush. I felt like I was dying little by little inside while watching the video. Coz you know he's mighty fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that Tae Yang is mighty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVWkJ6bNg1A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&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/JVWkJ6bNg1A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still refuse to believe that Tae Yang is mighty fine please look at the following photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/SyYVg0fqzrI/AAAAAAAABfE/QxiAjlXikCI/s1600-h/tumblr_kuetolD0BP1qa0m0j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/SyYVg0fqzrI/AAAAAAAABfE/QxiAjlXikCI/s320/tumblr_kuetolD0BP1qa0m0j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/SyYPASW4NSI/AAAAAAAABe8/UwV1UIq556U/s1600-h/tys-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/SyYPASW4NSI/AAAAAAAABe8/UwV1UIq556U/s320/tys-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the followng links: &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/tonysyujah/YB%20SOLO/ty25gu5.jpg"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku7c348eMK1qzes2uo1_500.jpg"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku5cjxab7c1qap3j8o1_500.jpg"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;. And kindly watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWZ4FXbeqpY"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;. If you&lt;i&gt; still&lt;/i&gt; refuse to believe that he is mighty fine please consult your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this ended up as another KPop entry. Haha! Sue me!&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Promise. Next post would be KPop free. I will try my best. &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/6357940315718944727-8663551071281265056?l=yxel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/feeds/8663551071281265056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-of-day-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8663551071281265056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357940315718944727/posts/default/8663551071281265056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yxel.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-of-day-14.html' title='Best of &amp;#39;09 Day 14'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UoilFQuT1c/SyYVg0fqzrI/AAAAAAAABfE/QxiAjlXikCI/s72-c/tumblr_kuetolD0BP1qa0m0j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357940315718944727.post-2166273619762688324</id><published>2009-12-13T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:31.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KPop'/><title type='text'>Oo. Affected Ako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Oo. Affected Ako. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KPop fans...I'm sure you've all heard of&lt;a href="http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/g-dragon_could_be_in_deep_trouble/P450/"&gt; GDragon's latest intrgue&lt;/a&gt;. WTF right? It's one of the most ridiculous things I've heard in m
