<?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-3721725419258567332</id><updated>2012-01-29T13:28:46.686-08:00</updated><category term='love lines'/><category term='wakaka'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='SMS'/><category term='habit'/><category term='friendster'/><category term='Iphone'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='pinoy rap'/><category term='j-rock'/><category term='Bush'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Illuminati'/><category term='Mark'/><category term='senti mode'/><category term='USA'/><category term='Dan Brown'/><category term='NWO'/><category term='bitterness'/><category term='blogdiary'/><category term='27'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='Blackberry'/><category term='Sunday'/><category term='crap'/><category term='famous blogger'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='kpop'/><category term='Angels and Demons'/><category term='multiply'/><category term='work'/><category term='Accident'/><title type='text'>LEGILIMENS</title><subtitle type='html'>YOU ARE WHAT YOU READ. YOU ARE WHAT YOU WRITE.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-7923507230757443521</id><published>2012-01-29T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:28:46.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><title type='text'>Sunday meet-ups :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-7923507230757443521?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7923507230757443521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-meet-ups-p_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/7923507230757443521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/7923507230757443521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-meet-ups-p_29.html' title='Sunday meet-ups :P'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-4466142149405269420</id><published>2012-01-29T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:25:01.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday meet-ups :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-4466142149405269420?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4466142149405269420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-meet-ups-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/4466142149405269420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/4466142149405269420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-meet-ups-p.html' title='Sunday meet-ups :P'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-8757153287039705168</id><published>2012-01-03T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T17:38:56.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2012 list</title><content type='html'>Wishlist/ Resolutions/ Goal-list whatever you want to cal it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2011 has ended, a new year begins. Let me list some of my plans/wishes/goals for this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Learn how to Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the longest time, my folks has been telling me to enroll in a driving school. Dad even volunteers to teach me how to drive himself. Truth is, I'm scarrrred :D I don't want to be responsible for taking a life of a kid or a dog or sumthing. But I gotta conquer my fear this year!!!! AJA Ysah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enroll in a Fashion School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've been checking SoFA lately (School of fashion and the Arts) but it's so damn expensive! I kinda want to send myself to fashion school but I'm afraid my budget won't permit it. Sucks really. But we'll see what happens. Anywho, SoFA is not the only one, there are many other schoold out there! Mom, helpppp :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fashion Design is so kick-ass! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Study another language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, this has been on my goal list for two freaking years already. Nihonggo of course!  So yeah, maybe this year finally :&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Avoid Cursing/Swearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, swearing is sweet. Damn right it is! :) But really, I gotta clean up my act this year. Act like the lady that I should be. Not swearing/cussing/cursing anymore. I know it's achievable. But it's gonna be freaking hardddd!!! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update my Gadgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will definitely get the 4th generation Itouch, the one with dual camera. 8 gig or 16 gig doesn't matter. And I heard there is a 5th gen coming soon, so i also gotta check on that. My BB needs updating as well. I wanted to get the BB Bold 9900, type and touch seems nice. Only kinda expensive though T_T. If I can afford it, I'll buy a BB Playbook this year. Or maybe not, I bet I can't afford it HAHA. Who wants to buy my PSP 3000? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been around the country pretty much. I want to check out other Asians countries this year for sure. Maybe HK or SG or Malaysia. Wow, daming budget! Kaya nga wish eh? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lovelife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's about time to finally, officially, and properly date someone. Application forms available on the link below. Equal-opportunity employer :) Kidding. It will come when it will, no rush :D Ang magaganda hindi atat :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Church duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to get another church duty aside from being a choir member. I gotta let out my creative juices and put them to good use.&lt;/span&gt; 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tardiness/Being late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno about this one :) HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-8757153287039705168?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8757153287039705168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-2012-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/8757153287039705168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/8757153287039705168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-2012-list.html' title='my 2012 list'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-8623400519372908991</id><published>2011-12-25T23:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T00:23:33.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 just flew by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyFRZj66zbM/TvgqAanFG5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/io_c-kwIkKg/s1600/Ysa%2Bmoving%2Bpic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyFRZj66zbM/TvgqAanFG5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/io_c-kwIkKg/s400/Ysa%2Bmoving%2Bpic.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690344315814222738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 2 posts for 2011? What a shame. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll I can only blame it to the fact that 2011 has been really crazy, busy, hectic and all the synonyms you can think of. I've attended quite a lot of events, been here and there, got addicted to quite a lot of stuff. Not drugs no. I don't do drugs, that's gross. Got interested in a lot of new things, listened to new music. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to list some of the interesting things I did this year. Here goes: In no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Got addicted to Domo-Kun and My Neighbor Totoro cause they're uber cute :D&lt;br /&gt;*Went to the Incubus concert \m/&lt;br /&gt;*Went to Palawan with my high school friends, Malditas.&lt;br /&gt;*Attended gigs of my rapper friends. Bgy Tibay and Konektado.&lt;br /&gt;*Met Ian Tayao and Reg Rubio \m/&lt;br /&gt;*bought a lot of shoes and bags HAHA&lt;br /&gt;*got really active on Twitter, opened a Tumblr account&lt;br /&gt;*forced to join a company pageant thing -_- pffft&lt;br /&gt;*my face was on a freaking flier all of a sudden  -______-&lt;br /&gt;*got a Lhasa Apso named Wafer who totally changed my life :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I did more stuff than what's above. But you get the point, I was really busy this year. busier than usual if I may say. And oh, our chapel got dedicated last Dec 16. And that was really MAJOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post something before the year ends, maybe like a Wishlist/ Goal-list for 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New year everyone! ^_^&lt;/span&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/3721725419258567332-8623400519372908991?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8623400519372908991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-just-flew-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/8623400519372908991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/8623400519372908991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-just-flew-by.html' title='2011 just flew by'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyFRZj66zbM/TvgqAanFG5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/io_c-kwIkKg/s72-c/Ysa%2Bmoving%2Bpic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-3367965249676301296</id><published>2011-08-11T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:53:17.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><title type='text'>Crackberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFmBR8RK9-U/TkRe1GrWFPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OiOAzM1N6X4/s1600/BB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639736899793196274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFmBR8RK9-U/TkRe1GrWFPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OiOAzM1N6X4/s320/BB1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was shopping at SM Megamall after an appointment w/ the Ortho and I saw something that made me say ~ Whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. It's not James Reid again, too bad. =) Side story, I saw him before at Bonifacio Highstreet and I totally got rooted on the spot. He even waved at me!!! asdfhklgj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I saw was, &lt;strong&gt;Blackberry&lt;/strong&gt; was on 15% off ~ kyaa! Next thing I know, I was heading to the ATM and buying my first BB mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been wanting to get a BB for the looongest time. Heck I even named our black cat Blackberry, bless him. She's more than 1 yr old now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What do I love about using a BB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facebook/Twitter App&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think every 25 yr old female, that I know that is, is either on FB or Twitter or both. Social Networking has just become a way of life these days. Before, it was only Friendster. And that was like waaay back 2003 or so. Now there's Multiply, Tumblr, Lookbook, whatelse? Myspace and many, may more I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On my BB I am always connected on FB and Twitter. I love how I can easily respond to notifications, chat with my friends, post comments, read updates, get the latest news, directly on my phone. It's so fast! What I love about it is how your BB lights up everytime there is a new SMS, email, FB notification, Twitter mention or BBM. Gaah, it's the best tool for messaging! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every BB user LOVES BBM :) It's a very useful feature unique for BB phones. Blackberry Messenger lets you send chats, voice notes, photos, files even MP3 to any other BB users anywhere in the world. And of course as long as you're on a data plan, it's unlimited. It uses a BB PIN which is unique to each BB users. All you got to do is get your friends' PIN and add them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just even scan their barcode if your so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Cs-aeg8do/TkRi5vNggjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hfi4teSv4D0/s1600/bb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639741377439892018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Cs-aeg8do/TkRi5vNggjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hfi4teSv4D0/s320/bb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about being connected non-stop? Handy when you're having a night out, too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What else? It's got other typical fone features like: Wifi, Calendar (it's a good organizer BTW), Alarm clock, MP3, and so on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's gotta have set backs too, right? Ofcourse, it's not a perfect phone. Well for the record, there is no such thing as a perfect phone. Even an Iphone 4 isn't perfect. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it has a better cam. Camera ain't bad, but it's not that good LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iphone vs Blackberry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then there's that never ending battle of which one is better. Iphone or BB??? For me, both have their weaknesses and strenghts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's all over YT, Iphone 4 vs Blackberry Torch) T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Best thing I love about BB that I hate about Iphone is that BB is much faster. I personally find it quite hard to type on an Iphone. I'm been an Itouch user and I never get used to it for some reason.Just the typing part. The touch interface of Iphone is superb. I've never used Torch so I can't really compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What I love about Iphone are the cool applications which BB doesn't have. BB has Apps via BB App World, but not as good, and as much choices either, compared to Apple/Iphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I guess if you're big on messaging, get a BB. And if you're more on fun Apps and games, get an Iphone. (Tip: if u have an Itouch, get a BB, and you get best of both worlds! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, just wanted to share how much fun I'm having with my BB. It fits my lifestyle I guess, that's why I like it so much :) And for the camera set back, well that's why you have Digital Cam/DSLR :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and people call it Crackberry cause it's damn addicting. You've been warned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wanted to get a Blackberry Playbook!!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GmABqfCe1Vc/TkRoh8ILN_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/YSDRC43xmuI/s1600/rim-playbook-blackberry-tablet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639747565660092402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GmABqfCe1Vc/TkRoh8ILN_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/YSDRC43xmuI/s320/rim-playbook-blackberry-tablet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3721725419258567332-3367965249676301296?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3367965249676301296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2011/08/crackberry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/3367965249676301296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/3367965249676301296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2011/08/crackberry.html' title='Crackberry'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFmBR8RK9-U/TkRe1GrWFPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OiOAzM1N6X4/s72-c/BB1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-1042247226207353457</id><published>2011-07-23T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:11:30.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the use of this account???</title><content type='html'>SO I have 2 followers, right? Yey, let's celebrate! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have been depressed to only have two followers here on Blogger if I were a celebrity. And since I'm not, It's fine. I guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i know  i haven't been updating this account for ages, last post was like nearly a year ago &amp;lt;---- LOSER. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my plan, I will try my best to update this blogspot as much as I can. And lay low from Facebook and Twitter a little. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many past trips, too many opinions, too many issues here and there, lovers have come and gone LOL Seriously, a lot of things have happened that I wish I was able to share here, but haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many topics i got interested to, too many music have been played in my room. Loud and Not. Filipino, English and Korean. Some even Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Newsflash: English singer Amy Winehouse found dead on her London apartment!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, point heard. I will try to be more active here. And I have been planning to post fashion blogs forever!!! Nggghhhh...it never happened. Too lazy I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta conquer laziness! Okay, starting on blogs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swwwwoooossshhh............!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-1042247226207353457?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1042247226207353457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-use-of-this-account.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1042247226207353457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1042247226207353457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-use-of-this-account.html' title='What&apos;s the use of this account???'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-1851436340840515910</id><published>2010-08-02T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:56:38.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love lines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j-rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wakaka'/><title type='text'>that famous blogger</title><content type='html'>Have u ever secretly wished to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; famous blogger? I did. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much about  having thousands of subscribers...but I wanted people to... give a damn on what I write. hehe (as if it's any good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I know I'm not the best writer, I thought I could write something that people (atleast the ones that I know) will read. Something that will ignite their interest...or something that they  will appreciate...and maybe even learn a thing or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah, it never happened. And maybe never will (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;c'mon Ysa, where's the confidence?&lt;/span&gt;) Like what I said, I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good and besides,  I'm too lazy to take it seriously. So, so much for my small-time dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  know what? just to share, at one point I actually applied for a job as a Web Content writer at some American company in Ortigas. I actually almost got in, but ended up turning it down. At first, my thoughts were "For the love of writing, why not try it? It'll be definitely cool to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just&lt;/span&gt; write and get paid for it right? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, it was not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; easy. haha. Gosh, I'm such a quitter. And I hate myself for it. HAHA. But wait, hear me out, they asked me to write about stuff that I don't like. Childish much? I didn't want to write crap about people and things that I don't give a damn about. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go again with my stubborn self. But honestly, it was not that easy. To Come up with 500 words about a certain not even A-list hollywood celebrity and it should contain such and such number of keywords. It's sorta boring. I enjoyed the reading/research part better than the writing.  And that's exactly the feeling that I didn't want to have in a job. Boredom =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, writing for the net is different from writing for, say newspaper or magazine.You get that feeling of, who cares? it's just the internet. wakaka. And, I  since I was just starting, I would be such a brat if I refuse to follow. 'Nuff said, I didn't push through with it.  It just didn't feel right at that time. I'd rather talk, and talk, and talk more if that's what I gotta do... Besides, never a dull moment with my Aussie mates =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, I was really side-trailed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my topic, I was thinking what should I blog about that would make people read my blog and actually care about the sh** that I put here... Hmmm... Perhaps the music that I listen to... but it's mostly old, boring rock tunes, gotta be something more current. J-Rock? that would have a market. Kpop? that's really 'in' right now. Throw in a bunch of cute pictures and my blog would definitely be a hit. Pinoy Rap? That's really making a wave right now, upload some videos and it would be really fun. And I'd be helping some friends promote =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not right? This blogspot should be an extension of my personality and self-expression. Since I don't get money from this, it's just plain hobby. Express yourself? Kinda like my tag up there. Look up, right under the blog title. You are what you read. You are what you write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, hopefully, I find the time and the energy to sort of, put more effort into my blogs. And not just write some random sh** that comes out of my head. Of course there will still be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;cheesy blogs about my favorite topic, which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; by the way. Only that next time, I hope I'm not, again, broken-hearted by some two-timing bas**rd and a back-stabbing bi***, or by some a**hole that I dated. =) I'll write something more cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude this, I've already given up that small-time dream of mine to be a famous blogger. I can never be Perez Hilton. haha. Who's wants to be like him anyway? Besides I'm not gay or lesbian, there's nothing interesting about me. HAHA. Anywho, I'll just be the infamous one. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write something that my friends would have fun reading is enough for me. I would appreciate a comment or two even if it says "you just wasted 15 mins of my time." Ultimately, I'll try not to be a selfish writer. Besides, I write not only for my eyes. Why the hell will I post it on the net for?  Damn right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-1851436340840515910?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1851436340840515910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-famous-blogger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1851436340840515910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1851436340840515910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-famous-blogger.html' title='that famous blogger'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-8380489128496276877</id><published>2010-05-18T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:02:54.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="15c095f9d17871579545365c04a741d8" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;2 years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a class="note_share uiButton uiButtonDefault uiButtonMedium" href="http://www.facebook.com/ajax/share_dialog.php?s=4&amp;amp;appid=2347471856&amp;amp;p%5B%5D=1179474903&amp;amp;p%5B%5D=394587199420" rel="dialog" title="Send this to friends or post it on your profile."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="uiButtonText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I just could not sleep today. It's like the worst case of Insomnia for me... 6 o'clock in the morning and I'm still wide awake. I knew I had to do something, but what? I had for the nth time, finished reading the HP series that I have with me (other books are still w/ borrowers, w/c reminds me: "Guys please return my books already!" LOL).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; So what I did, I opened my Starbucks journals I have not opened for ages that I had filled w/ nonsense-and-semi-sensible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuff. I looked at my 2008 journal, and I read through it. I stopped at 18 May 2008. Exact same date as today, only 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my journal entry and it was funny but heart-breaking at the same time. Hmm... It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I couldn't eat, my gosh! I didn't go to our training. I thought I'll be brought to the hospital again. Good thing I realized it was so stupid to end my life just bcoz of this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I gave a forced laugh. Though I know completely that there was nothing funny about it. For I know what exactly it meant. That, was probably one of the most difficult times in my life. For on that day, I had discovered a secret. Secret was it really? For me it was, but a lot of people already know. Except for me, I guess. It's bad enough that I was cheated at. But more so, I felt betrayed by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was an old issue, so old it did not have he same effect on me. (Good thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought "Why do memories such as these had to revisit our now peaceful existence?" The very scenario that I was trying to forget was sort of being shoved onto my face. All I could ask is "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe wrong, but I thought... I just had to make a peaceful goodbye with the past. I thought I had already. But it was like a little voice in my head asking me "Oh, Ysa are you sure you have?" and another voice will say " I'm sure I have, a long time ago. I'm totally fine now, am I not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a question only me and no one else could answer. I did not dare answer that question. Instead, I prayed. For there is nothing else to do but to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I'm playing music from Itunes as I write this, and the song shifted to 'Into the West' by Annie Lennox from the LOTR OST... haha. Great one Annie, like I really need that right now! LOL...Anyway, moving on...***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read on my 2008 journal... the entries got more interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had offered devotional prayers since that night, every 10 o'clock at night..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 May 2008 (what a coincidence )&lt;br /&gt;"I was so down this day and I hardly ate anything. I haven't been reporting to the office. I didn't eat dinner, instead I went upstairs to my bedroom and my mom followed me. It was an intervention." - My mom did not go to work the next day just to make sure I eat =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entries became better though after that horrific day. Who knows what could have happened to me...Gives me chills up to now. I have proven though that after your lowest point, there was just no other way but up! And as a result, I became a happier and ,if possible, a crazier me! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was June 2008 and I "Went to Boracay w/ my high school friends"... A couple of other " Girl's night outs" and trips... My life was back on track. Well, pretty much. At least crying nights were over,sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journal entry that I saw that gave a BIG smile to my face happened exactly 2 months after 18 May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was now 18 July... "I got a call from London," and " lasted for almost 2 hours." And other lines that I would not dare share. HAHA. And my life pretty much changed after that. The hurt that I was feeling was somehow eased, until it did not hurt anymore. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to present time, 18 May 2010... Well, it past 12 so it's technically 19 May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sort of in a similar situation that I was in 2 years ago. And confused as I am right now, with so much going on around me... I think I know exactly what to do. It had worked for me before and I have no doubts it will work again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To anyone who will be so unfortunate to read this, I hope you'll be able to reflect somehow. I know girls would have had pretty similar cases of bad experience such as mine. Feel free to comment. Good day to you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-8380489128496276877?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8380489128496276877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/8380489128496276877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/8380489128496276877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-years-ago.html' title='2 Years Ago...'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-6805237411396730190</id><published>2010-03-08T01:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:15:34.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiply'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Sorry Blogger</title><content type='html'>Oh no, I really felt bad realizing how much I've abandoned this site. huhu. I use to really LOVE my blogspot.  Though only a handful of people reads it, maybe hardly even a handful. Just like my Multiply account, it's hardly been updated. Dammit Facebok! LOL. Kidding, I love FB. I so loved it I completely forgot about my Friendster page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try my best to fulfill online obligations, I missed blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also add me on Twittter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-6805237411396730190?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6805237411396730190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/6805237411396730190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/6805237411396730190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry-blogger.html' title='Sorry Blogger'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-7783558884404530035</id><published>2010-02-19T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:38:48.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love lines'/><title type='text'>Legends of the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/S37UqCvQDmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vwHRw0hgJXA/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/S37UqCvQDmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vwHRw0hgJXA/s320/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440019218664787554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Published on Facebook: Tuesday, February 2, 2010 at 1:55 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Alfred takes letter from Sussanah and reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dear Sussanah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;All we had is dead. As I am Dead. Marry Another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- Tristan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Alfred (brother): I dunno what to say... Tristan's always been a little wild...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;                  And you love him for that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sussanah: Do I? (looks at Alfred who looks back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;                  Yeah, I suppose I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ysa/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-7783558884404530035?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7783558884404530035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2010/02/alfred-takes-letter-from-sussanah-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/7783558884404530035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/7783558884404530035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2010/02/alfred-takes-letter-from-sussanah-and.html' title='Legends of the Fall'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/S37UqCvQDmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vwHRw0hgJXA/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-2594930387645947316</id><published>2010-02-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:27:57.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In some sort of trance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Published on Facebook: Saturday, January 23, 2010 at 3:19 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;This is supposed to be my year. Year of the Tiger. I gotta start it right. Atleast try to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Try to think positive, and just believe that everything is going to be alright... Although it doesn't seem to be at this point... Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;And how depressing is it that every time i thought of  blogging is when I'm feeling sad... I guess for the same reason why more love songs are on a sad note... Bittersweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hey Ysa , why not try to right something cheerful next time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I guess when life seems to be A-okay, I get too busy living it and not have time to actually write about it... tsktsk... And whenever I feel down...I'm like.. I NEED to blog... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm trying hard to alter my mood and listen to some Trance...haha... the type of music that I was kind of avoiding...not that I  don't appreciate CLUB music, I'm just not the partying type, I guess.  But it sounds so soothing now... PARTY mode! in my room... yey! FUN. Not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Kinda makes you forget your worries...and be in a kind of TRANCE. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Anyway, let's get to it...So much for my an intro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;This is unbelievable... So unbelievable it's almost funny. HAHA. I had to laugh about it, or else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;All I can ask is why. WHY? Why the hell? But the answer is not mine to give. And also not for me to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;If a person decides to take certain path, you can't possibly  ask them to stop and go back from where they came from. Cause that will take them no where.  You just hope that, somehow, at some point, they will still get to where they should go. Maybe they just had to take a different route in getting there... Few bumps... But hopefully they will not lose their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;But at the same time, you also choose a different path to take. And before you know it, you have drifted apart. Not certain if your paths will still cross someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm no crybaby no more. I guess I've toughened up. Good on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's not clear to me if I don't cry because I don't care. Or that I care so much that i just couldn't possibly cry. Cause that would be selfish of me. And I'm not selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I guess sometimes there are tears in the heart that don't reach the eyes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;What's more painful is, If  you never get to tell the person how  you really feel... Cause you were holding back... And maybe will never get the chance...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Funny right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-2594930387645947316?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2594930387645947316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-some-sort-of-trance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/2594930387645947316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/2594930387645947316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-some-sort-of-trance.html' title='In some sort of trance'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-5221694589947673547</id><published>2009-10-03T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:39:43.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I don't care?</title><content type='html'>ang sarap kumanta ng "I don't care e e e e e, I don't care e e e e e, Boy I don't care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you know that you do, very much. Hmm? tsktsk... Truth is, and I always say this, when you started to care, you can't pretend to NOT care anymore. Walang undo ang LOVE. Redo pwede pa. Anyway, thanks 2ne1 for the background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flipping. And I had to blog it out.  *haaay* And before we know it, we start to become some1 we're not. Like I said, I'm flipping. I don't like it. My mates don't even notice anything, but deep inside I am. Di ako mapakali, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually just cool about everything...like everything is just okay.  Cge lang...pasaway ka ha? ayos lang yan... But that's the thing about me, I'm too passive. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to just wait and let things unfold, I don't usually mess with destiny. I just take everything in. Whatever you have for me, bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wakarimashita&lt;/span&gt;.  Altough sometimes I don't. I try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ang labo ko talaga mag-blog. HAHA. As always, no details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew what I wanted to write about. I decided I better not. Bka magsisi lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if we begin to expect, we just set ourselves up for disappointment. And the bigger the expectation, the greater the disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we already witnessed the best part of someone, amidst all his imperfections, we can't pretend that we din't. And that's it. We've fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll dig you up from what is covering the better part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamang Dig by Incubus naman un background. haha.  This ends this post. till next time. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-5221694589947673547?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5221694589947673547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/5221694589947673547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/5221694589947673547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-care.html' title='I don&apos;t care?'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-1742267297492923784</id><published>2009-08-02T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:06:17.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion leads to Cancer</title><content type='html'>Where did I get it that when you think of your dilemmas too much, or that when you keep a big secret to yourself it does confuse your cells; And therefor it makes you prone to  Cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember, from an Aga Mulach and Claudine Baretto movie I've seen some years back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it true? Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe stress makes you more Cancer-prone. Maybe it doesn't. What am I pointing at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I apologize to my cells but I can't help it if they get so confused at this time. 'Cause I myself can't even seem to eliminate some things that give me head/heart ache. Aargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former President of the Philippines' recent demise makes me think, I don't want to get such disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to stop it, stop confusing myself; it's not healthy -- literally (if the confusion-leads-to-Cancer theory is true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how? Deep inside i feel I still needed some answers. I still demand some explanation. Some sort of confirmation that it had to be ended. And that there is no where to go but forward. Move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I will never get it. I just might be too delusional to hope that something great is still waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it honestly. I'm trying to eliminate the thought as much as I can. But the fact that it enters my head almost every time makes it so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I know: Joy counters stress. Prayers take away confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope I don't get too caught up with these questions in my head and pay for the price 10 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, when do I ever learn. Anyway, Moving on --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-1742267297492923784?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1742267297492923784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/08/confusion-leads-to-cancer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1742267297492923784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1742267297492923784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/08/confusion-leads-to-cancer.html' title='Confusion leads to Cancer'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-3381086561002093713</id><published>2009-05-20T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:13:18.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NWO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illuminati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels and Demons'/><title type='text'>I can't wait!... Anxiety attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't wait to watch Angels and Demons... Unfortunately I didn't get to last Friday, I didn't expect Greenbelt Cinema is going to be so full. From 8:30 screening to the LFS which is 12 mn, it's all reserved. And it was like shown in 4 Cinemas  in Greenbelt at the least. Crazy.  Miriam Quimbao and her foreigner date was lining up behind us and I bet she didn't get to watch it either. Maybe they just opted for Terminator...w/c I don't think is that bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely frustrated that time. (plus the fact that i lost my wallet and had my ATM card blocked that night. Jeez! anyway...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;To clarify, I'm no fan of Dan Brown or any of his works. Not a fan. I read Digital Fortress and I swear that is just it.  I appreciate maybe the effort that he puts to research facts to write in his novels, but as a writer...not a fan. 'Nuff said. But I can't wait to watch this film (A&amp;amp;D) cause I've read some reviews (good and bad) and I reckon it's gonna be big on religion and politics. Topics that I really don't favor much but certainly arouses my interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Plus, Tom Hanks is one of my fave actors, since Forrest Gump and Philadelphia, so yeah... I bet it's gonna be worth 150 pesos. And I can't wait to write a critique about it. Good or Bad doesn't really matter. I bet it's worth my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hmm...But I didn't get to watch Da Vinci Code though. I already had an idea what it was about since it was sort of a spin off of  Holy Blood, Holy Grail but I've no idea about the characters and what the last film left off. I hope I'm not missing so much since this is a sequel to it. Or is it? some say it came first. Anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If there is&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m89SB59DT34"&gt; Illuminati and New World Order&lt;/a&gt;  and attack to The Vatican involved, I'm there. Gonna buy the biggest Popcorn.... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So, I might watch it tomorrow. yeepee. Ako nlang yata di pa nakakanood. I'm gonna treat my sis pra may hatak ako... wahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Another movie I'm SO anxious to watch is....tentenenen.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96QRVfto7OM"&gt;Half Blood Prince!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;OMG it's gonna be showing on July... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Self-confessed Harry fan, I'm sorry.See you at the Cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-3381086561002093713?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3381086561002093713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-wait-anxiety-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/3381086561002093713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/3381086561002093713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-wait-anxiety-attack.html' title='I can&apos;t wait!... Anxiety attack!'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-5324433361550863173</id><published>2009-05-13T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:00:37.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMS'/><title type='text'>SMS Mode...</title><content type='html'>SMSing one night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy asked "honestly, do you find anyone interesting in the office?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl replied" what do you mean interesting?" "like I-want-to-be-with-him kind of interesting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy confirmed "yeah" 'like more than friends sorta thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl confused "Hmm...I dunno... why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy shares "cuz I like someone in the office..." (still remains a secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl asks"okay, who is she?" and adds " No one. nothing to be curious about "&lt;br /&gt;(meaning: girl doesn't find anyone interesting... [really?])&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/3721725419258567332-5324433361550863173?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5324433361550863173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sms-mode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/5324433361550863173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/5324433361550863173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sms-mode.html' title='SMS Mode...'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-1185271278235500817</id><published>2009-05-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:43:37.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello mornings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Im so proud of myself. For the past weeks, I've been trying (my best) to wake up early so that I'll have enough time to catch a coach (FX) to go to work. I realized that for the past 2 years that I have been working I been taking a cab almost every blessed everyday. And man, I only work in Ortigas. Will not even take a 30 minute drive from Makati.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So every morning, I convince my lazy-ass self that I have a goal, which is to get to the office on time and not run on my 3-inch heels on a Monday morning to catch the elevator, curse when I miss it,  just to get to my station on time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness me, I could have just saved the 100 pesos that I pay for the cabbie for the past 2 years and top up my fone. To think, minsan Incoming lang ako....haha! But no worries. I've come to my senses now. It's never too late, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't stop there. I so love my mornings now that I get to read a good book (which I'm about to finish...Butcher Boy...kinda morbid verging on grotesque nga lang) while I'm on my fx ride and I get to walk merrily while listening to music on the busy streets of Emerald Avenue to get to Orient Square Bldg without even rushing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay..Morning Bliss. And when I think of the money that I save... HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I still have 15 mins to spare before my shift, Im a grab some latte" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;gastos din. Ysa talaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-1185271278235500817?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1185271278235500817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-mornings_11.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1185271278235500817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1185271278235500817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-mornings_11.html' title='hello mornings!'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-1316888904316270933</id><published>2009-04-11T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T05:35:52.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anu Na?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SeCOQrMqdPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2vqdVmvefAM/s1600-h/Rockstar038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SeCOQrMqdPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2vqdVmvefAM/s320/Rockstar038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323411176676816114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is definitely one of those spur-of-the-moment thing that we all do.... head full of thoughts that need to be out, released somehow... dialogues lingering on my head for days now. no, might've been weeks.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i should have done this, shouldn't have done that. could've been more of this, could've been less of that. then maybe it would've been like that, not like this.  lines that I want to be said but dunno how to. and dunno if it's better not to.... maybe.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the shoulda, woulda, coulda's...but no matter. it's over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it? (-_-)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i increase the volume of the loud music i'm listening to, i write this blog. cause im trying to write this with lesser emotion as possible cause if not it will be overly melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so partially numb w/ the sound, i'll keep on writting. it's better this way.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;anyway, this blog is just as vague as my thoughts are right know so I pity those who will be reading this crappy blog, they will not get anything from it. haha...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person who i want to dedicate this blog to probably wont even know that it is about him.... or her? just for vaugeness' sake. haha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;alright. so?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i guess i'm just gonna have to wait see...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abangan ang susunod na Kabanata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/3721725419258567332-1316888904316270933?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1316888904316270933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/04/anu-na.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1316888904316270933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1316888904316270933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/04/anu-na.html' title='Anu Na?'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SeCOQrMqdPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2vqdVmvefAM/s72-c/Rockstar038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-8498309290532298332</id><published>2009-01-25T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:42:57.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>OBAMANATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxB99Fk6OI/AAAAAAAAADg/mmvgsYkQMqo/s1600-h/Barack+Obama+Capitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxB99Fk6OI/AAAAAAAAADg/mmvgsYkQMqo/s320/Barack+Obama+Capitol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295179794506639586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the newest elected President of the United States of America, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mr. Barack Obama.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the first black President in the history of America and the 44th elected president of the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama promised &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Change" &lt;/span&gt;to the people that is why he captured the hearts of his fellow Americans. And with his famous line "Yes, we can!" even Hilary Clinton vowed to him.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you'd be a fool if you didn't hope for change after the Bush Administration,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; C'mon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are yet to see what Obama can do to save the most powerful country in the world from the nation-wide crisis it is experiencing right now. And of course, as citizens of the Philippines, we are gravely affected by the crisis along with almost all the nations of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Truth is, after George W. Bush, anyone who would assume his throne will be a "good" choice. Anyone. We all know what happened to America after Bush took over, two terms and what did he do? &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bombed Iraq?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9/11 Conspiracy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this blog is not intended for Bush and his &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;crappy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the new President Elect, Barack Obama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so appreciated the tv special Abs-Cbn did to capture via live streaming, what was happening in Washington, DC. 2 million people gathered just to show their support... withstanding the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next years of his rule with do good to USA and to the whole world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"God Bless America!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if he turned out to be just like Bush...well,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; we can always throw a shoe at him....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-8498309290532298332?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8498309290532298332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamanation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/8498309290532298332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/8498309290532298332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamanation.html' title='OBAMANATION'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxB99Fk6OI/AAAAAAAAADg/mmvgsYkQMqo/s72-c/Barack+Obama+Capitol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-2744159136455559340</id><published>2009-01-25T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:35:36.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senti mode'/><title type='text'>Otherwise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No,I'm  not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Of course I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And even if, say I'm  not okay, I know soon I will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just need to let this pass.  Just let out a big *Haaaaayyyy* and it's gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or maybe just sleep on it and tomorrow it won't be there anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So stupid how few lines I read from somewhere can make one feel so... unsure.sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again, it's happened.. I've told myself before not to entertain such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But damn me, I'm so stubborn. And I never learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But just like an addict, without it you won't survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why is it they say we shouldn't ride the horse that threw us the first time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe because of the obvious reason that you don't want to get hurt again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But what if the second time becomes a better ride? then good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But How would you know if you won't try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But what if it gets to that point that you get thrown off too often you became numb to the pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is there a difference if you give up now versus when you should have not continued in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then what are you still holding on for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don'tknow. And that's what I don't understand about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's frustrating, Yet it's amazing how  you do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well it's your ride so goodluck, have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just hope when you fall again I'd still be there to pick you up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or it can be otherwise -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3721725419258567332-2744159136455559340?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2744159136455559340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/01/otherwise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/2744159136455559340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/2744159136455559340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/01/otherwise.html' title='Otherwise'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-4434478877603139300</id><published>2009-01-25T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:31:52.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitterness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Bitter ka ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitter ka ba? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wahaha ako hindi….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I heard this on the radio some days ago and it made me laugh real hard! as in rolling on the floor laughing! ROTFL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sabi nung DJ n girl “Pag tinanong ka kung bakit kau ngbreak ng boyfriend mo…” or “kung bakit ka xa nagtwo-time…” (some thing to that effect) eto sabihin mo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.Ayun, npressure sya sa Ganda ko, naghanap ng lower-level of Creation…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wahaha…i didn’t say it, Nichole-legiala did….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, it’s so funny…wahaha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know it’s mean but it feels so good to say that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can’t get over it…i better sleep now… you know, beauty rest…hahaha….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Cheers mates! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-4434478877603139300?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4434478877603139300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/01/bitter-ka-ba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/4434478877603139300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/4434478877603139300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2009/01/bitter-ka-ba.html' title='Bitter ka ba?'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-1307352010870717202</id><published>2008-11-03T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:45:44.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fringe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And due to the recent petty accident that i got meself into, i had to stay at home to get better for almost three days and be absent from work. (almost 3 days coz i went to work, half-day on the 3rd day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost three days off... away from the office, from bills,from my mates, from few annoying folks...hehe... in short term I was stuck at home with nothing much to do. I'd love to go out but I can't...duh...I have an injury... tsktsk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I basically did was went online as much as I could and fulfill some online obligations...hehe... Hell, i believe I even got the brilliant idea to come up with this blogspot during those days... I've plenty of time see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from visiting the doctor and having my check ups, that's pretty much all i did in those two, almost 3 days. Went online, eat, doctor's visit, online again, eat some more... and oh, a lot of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a needed break I guess, work can be so toxic at times, let's admit that. Altough it hasn't been a holiday at all, I had both of my knees slightly bruised and swollen that standing up straight is already tough ta do. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, what else? Oh yeah... And I guess If you're like me that ideas and creativity are just overflowing all the time (hehe... peace mates!) you have to have a way to channel it out some how. Aside from blogging....I let out all my 2-days worth of restrained aggression thru my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I've cut it. Just my fringe though. I realized life is too short to stay in a certain hair cut for too long so I decided I wanted to have a full bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I forgot to mention, I've been reading the Death Note Manga, online of course. Dunno where to get the real thing... if you do pls tell me.... here in the Phil ha? Checked Comis Aley, they don't have it eh, too bad... Anyway, here's a link for those who wishes to read it online, It's awesome by the way...&lt;a href="http://www.mangavolume.com/"&gt; Death Note Online Manga...Wicked! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on, so full of segues... my apologies... I was so inspired with Misora Naomi and figured out that I wanna have her hair cut....wahahah.... It might not have came out the way I wanted it to, but hey.... Change is good. So... Thanks Naomi for the inspiration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQ89w3ZAdWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zY8qa_q0zfY/s1600-h/Rockstar391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQ89w3ZAdWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zY8qa_q0zfY/s320/Rockstar391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264494399131252066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQ897VqFPDI/AAAAAAAAADY/LELSA7uyrYY/s1600-h/Rockstar389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQ897VqFPDI/AAAAAAAAADY/LELSA7uyrYY/s320/Rockstar389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264494579054623794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there... my Misora Naomi inspired fringe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-1307352010870717202?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1307352010870717202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2008/11/fringe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1307352010870717202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/1307352010870717202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2008/11/fringe.html' title='Fringe'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQ89w3ZAdWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zY8qa_q0zfY/s72-c/Rockstar391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-2702276336382385436</id><published>2008-10-30T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:41:23.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habit'/><title type='text'>Breaking A Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQnAj7vyvvI/AAAAAAAAACo/3jKI_Z43f0Y/s1600-h/Rockstar371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQnAj7vyvvI/AAAAAAAAACo/3jKI_Z43f0Y/s200/Rockstar371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262949363125239538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQnHdWnzVlI/AAAAAAAAADI/z6YAzT5W6zc/s1600-h/Rockstar372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQnHdWnzVlI/AAAAAAAAADI/z6YAzT5W6zc/s200/Rockstar372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262956946661791314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQnHTVv6i5I/AAAAAAAAADA/Jz_O5_YGXOY/s1600-h/Rockstar370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQnHTVv6i5I/AAAAAAAAADA/Jz_O5_YGXOY/s200/Rockstar370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262956774628690834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;They say old habits die hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How irritatingly true is this statement? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What d hell am I trying to say here? What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I'm late again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I only get up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; earlier or sleep earlier the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nyt&lt;/span&gt; before then i can save on my fare instead of taking the cab every single day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we'll get to that... I gotta break this habit... I can do it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AJA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sleepy, my apologies. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sked&lt;/span&gt; has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;' hectic lately. will do a more substantial blog as I meant it to be...maybe 2m, last day of the week..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3721725419258567332-2702276336382385436?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2702276336382385436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2008/10/breaking-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/2702276336382385436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/2702276336382385436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2008/10/breaking-habit.html' title='Breaking A Habit'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQnAj7vyvvI/AAAAAAAAACo/3jKI_Z43f0Y/s72-c/Rockstar371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-847565695163239356</id><published>2008-10-26T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:19:32.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='27'/><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQXhj45UjAI/AAAAAAAAACA/DEHtCQgaNtQ/s1600-h/Image386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQXhj45UjAI/AAAAAAAAACA/DEHtCQgaNtQ/s320/Image386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261859746336771074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQVb18jHPvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zC9e5_0hE_A/s1600-h/Hearts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQVb18jHPvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zC9e5_0hE_A/s320/Hearts.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261712721996889842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;before, 27 is always a special day. every 27th of the month, every Sept 27th of each year, for almost 5 yrs it has been that way, simply special, in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now though, it's just an ordinary day, like this day. I'm at home, sitting in front of the PC, blogging and checking random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; stuff on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;pix taken the day I bought Mark his Ipod Video, my last gift for him. It's not a 27 tho, but it was an early monthsary gift. my last gift cause we didn't reach the next month's 27th. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories... they will always be with you and they will never leave you. it might bring tears back, it might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bring laughter to your face, whatever feeling it brings....it represents something that happened in your past. And it's not going anywhere. You can't go back tho, but it's okay to revisit them memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                        I don't believe in burn&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQVpqn3Fc7I/AAAAAAAAABA/oetuqkrBIXo/s1600-h/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQVpqn3Fc7I/AAAAAAAAABA/oetuqkrBIXo/s320/Image149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261727920627741618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing pictures, throwing away love letters, killing teddy bears... just because it reminds you of someone from ur past. Letters are still in a box, Teddy still sitting on the sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;elf w/ the rest of his kin, albums still intact... I guess I'm not bitter at all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it wrong to still keep pictures and letters? I dunno...you tell me. But don't get me wrong, I've moved on. Really. And so has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I see, maybe because of the fact that I'm still single at the moment t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hat's why I believe it's okay to post pictures of my ex...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walang magagalit eh&lt;/span&gt;. Coz if I'm with somebody right now then of course I'd be thinking twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see it necessary for sharing. haha. For supporting docume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nts. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQVqoWAh8pI/AAAAAAAAABI/wG0qNDjVvSw/s1600-h/Rockstar017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQVqoWAh8pI/AAAAAAAAABI/wG0qNDjVvSw/s320/Rockstar017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261728980987409042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Hon I miss you...I miss your kisses. Your hugs. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;r s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;mil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;e. Your laughter... I miss talking to you, you talking to me. I miss your pag-iinarte...Your pout. Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; pang-aasar... Hon, I miss you...I want you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;my side always. I want to end my day with you. And wake up beside you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;(sweet noh, kainis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I keep those photos of  hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;m is because Mark is not just an ex boyfriend. He used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; my best friend, my second dad, my older brother, my buddy, my pet, my koala bear, my pillow, my everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQX2rcJgUpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SU3PqSUx-ck/s1600-h/Image174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQX2rcJgUpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SU3PqSUx-ck/s200/Image174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261882965803160210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQX3viQg3tI/AAAAAAAAACY/DJZXEXehybM/s1600-h/Image173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQX3viQg3tI/AAAAAAAAACY/DJZXEXehybM/s200/Image173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261884135674273490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;presents a huge part of my life and of who I am today. I learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ed a lot from that guy. he thought me to be brave, to love, to fight and eventually to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever happened to Mark and Ysa, to 27,  I can't just throw it all away. And I won't.  I've forgiven him for everything, and i've set him free. But actually by letting him be free, I let myself be free... I live and breathe my freedom now thanks to him.... So why the hell can I hate him for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't pretend to be the strongest coz I'm not. Maybe 5 months back I was crying my eyeballs out every night... But I refuse to be a victim, I learn from it. And I'm not being bitter though I have the right to be... Cause I'm simply in a better place in my life. I've no room for bitterness and hate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God has greater plans for me than what I have for myself. Before, I just thought I 'll get marriend in two years, and continue to do the things that I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking at my life right now, I would never have imagined I'd be where I am right now. I've been twice more matured, happy, loving, forgiving and I just appreciate everything in my life right now that used to be over looked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I'm not getting married for the wrong reasons... just because I was in love and I want o spent the rest of my life w/ that person....because I imagine a house and a bunch of kids with him...not doesn't seem to be enuf reason for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm gonna get married in the future, I will because I've already done every thing that I want in life and that it's time to get married. If it comes to that point then my prayers would be different from what they are right now. Then I'd be asking God for the right person that I will spend the rest of my life with because it's time to build a family with him and show Him that my youthful days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(teka time out, now I'm talking about marriage? I thot this blog is going to be about 27?)&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry for the Segue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion, I love number 27,wherever i see it it still makes me smile. In the movies, in books, at the streets....not because of a certain person, but because it represents a happy memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- 27- 03... 9*3=27 2+7=9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721725419258567332-847565695163239356?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/847565695163239356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2008/10/27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/847565695163239356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/847565695163239356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2008/10/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQXhj45UjAI/AAAAAAAAACA/DEHtCQgaNtQ/s72-c/Image386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721725419258567332.post-7511358613899971955</id><published>2008-10-26T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:56:00.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogdiary'/><title type='text'>Tryke Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;26-10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQXkRL-5XhI/AAAAAAAAACI/JWYzz7EMHnQ/s1600-h/overloaded-tricycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQXkRL-5XhI/AAAAAAAAACI/JWYzz7EMHnQ/s320/overloaded-tricycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261862723577798162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to nearby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;all, Market! Market!, to bring my laptop to PC Express and try to get some help downloading the Microsoft offices. Just the day before, I purchased a Home and Student Windows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Offices 2007 which cost me 3, 800 php so my mom can use it for th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;e business their trying to run and my sister Audrey can use it on herschool  projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a difficulty downloading it from the CD installer cause I still had the Trial Versions on my pc that I had downloaded from the net months ago. I didn't want to take any chances so i just brought my pc in and asked for help from the friendly Kuyas at PC Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where's d accident now? Oh....Alright....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the said mall, as I was riding this Tricycle (and I'm on the back ride) a taxi approaching us suddenly went so fast that the driver of the Tryke had to avoid it by making a quick swerve. And in like a split second, we hit a post really hard that made the Tricycle topple over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I was at the back ride, with no protection at all, holding a laptop bag on my lap, listening to Death NOte music on my MP3 and before I knew it we were crashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened very fast. When I realized what was going to happen, I was somehow able to keep my balance as i hit the floor like Catwoman with my two feet and my left hand preventing me from kissing the ground, my PC clutched by my right hand to my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even so, I couldn't stop d vehicle from falling on top of us so I just tried to cover my head. Good thing the driver was quick enuf to jump off the vehicle and was somehow able to hold the Tricycle from completely caving in on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought to my knees and I was hit at my back by the weight of the vehicle. The three people inside the sidecar, two ladies and a kid, were almost thrown out. And the kid that I was sitting beside with on the back ride was almost lying on the ground, holding his forehead and his tummy.and was brought to the nearest hospital after the incident. No one died of course. No one got any serious injuries (I hope). As for me, I only suffered from semi bruised knees. Tho my back hurt a little.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I was in a state of shock that when ppl started to swarm on us and kept asking us if we were alright,  I couldn't speak at all. I reckon I just walked away from the scene as if nothing happened... And then I called my mom. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a night. I'm still lucky I didn't lose a finger, didn't break my back, my neck, didn't bruise my face ( ^_^) Thank You God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, lesson learned. If your destination is not that far, maybe it's better to just walk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3721725419258567332-7511358613899971955?l=iratesassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7511358613899971955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2008/10/tryke-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/7511358613899971955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721725419258567332/posts/default/7511358613899971955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iratesassy.blogspot.com/2008/10/tryke-accident.html' title='Tryke Accident'/><author><name>ysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06587103119223394597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SXxEXfxgyMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BnFrjD0qURw/S220/Rockstar493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yKWXAyr7Rk/SQXkRL-5XhI/AAAAAAAAACI/JWYzz7EMHnQ/s72-c/overloaded-tricycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
