<?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-6102081194756545144</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:02:32.264+08:00</updated><category term='sembreak'/><category term='ateneo orsem 2007'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='choice'/><category term='observations'/><category term='gandhi'/><category term='across the universe trailer'/><category term='movies'/><category term='hoping'/><category term='do something'/><category term='x games'/><category term='weirdness'/><category term='boys'/><category term='college'/><category term='music'/><category term='family guy quote'/><category term='2nd year hs'/><category term='random things'/><category term='reply to tassie&apos;s blog entry'/><category term='life'/><category term='teacher kara'/><category term='lovelife'/><category term='leng'/><category term='summer'/><category term='take on me video literal'/><category term='beyonce'/><category term='name numerology'/><category term='the walk'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='about me'/><category term='emo'/><category term='coca cola commercial'/><category term='trivia'/><category term='statement shirts'/><category term='the simpsons quote'/><category term='hanson'/><category term='bio dude'/><category term='desiderata'/><category term='love'/><category term='project doodle'/><category term='noise'/><category term='tassie'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>A picture hanging in the back of my head</title><subtitle type='html'>...make that pictures</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-6709975136475314802</id><published>2010-07-09T10:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:47:07.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>You wake up in the morning with burning chest pains then you realize that it was just because you were sleeping face down.  You dreamed of some guy you know getting intimate with you and it freaks you out, nevertheless, you wanted to sleep again so you know how the dream ends but you check your phone instead and deleted messages because the inbox is full and you were hoping someone would text you but no one did so you sleep again even though you know you've overslept already but then again you're not sure what time you were able to sleep because you find it hard to sleep at night these days.  So you sleep again and enter your dream once more then you realize that you're now the one manipulating your dream because you've come conscious of it already and it freaks you out all the more.  This is not a common scenario nowadays because everyone is at school but you, on the other hand, are at home because of damn chicken pox.  You know what it's time for?  It's time to write a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally dragged yourself out of bed and turned on the computer to check for emails and IM messages that would never come maybe because of a fluctuating internet connection or probably they just don't like to reply/talk to you right now.  Yeah, they're cool like that.  You check the dining table to see what's for breakfast but you see a couple of sliced fish obviously cooked in cold oil and you wished you woke up earlier to cook it yourself.  So you just turned on the water dispenser for hot water to make yourself some cereal drink instead.  You know what it's time for?  It's time to write a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decided to finish reading your assigned readings for school and while doing so, you were also downloading more episodes of Modern Family.  You have not read the readings yet, you just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to finish reading them.  You really want to and but then you're distracted by almost everything in the world.  You only get to assume things because you have no one to talk to because everyone is busy at school or at work.  You know what it's time for?  It's time to write a blog entry.  Oh wait, I just did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-6709975136475314802?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/6709975136475314802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=6709975136475314802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6709975136475314802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6709975136475314802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-entry.html' title='A Blog Entry'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-3733575305397618643</id><published>2010-05-30T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:04:39.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Emo</title><content type='html'>For me, every feeling is just magnified to a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO GIRL EWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to climb mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to come to a day when I won't have to scavenge for decent food in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want kisses in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be physically strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a good public speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have my own craft-papemelroti-like store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have clothes which I won't have to worry about looking pretty in because they're already pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a life lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to organize things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want kids and I want love them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my family not to think that I'm always being righteous when I suggest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-3733575305397618643?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/3733575305397618643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=3733575305397618643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/3733575305397618643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/3733575305397618643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-emo.html' title='I&apos;m Emo'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-6895588668721597575</id><published>2010-03-18T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:04:36.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>I set my clocks early cause I know I'm always late</title><content type='html'>Do you know that feeling you get whenever you hear a song from several years back?  A song or a couple of songs which reminds you of a ton of things: the nice feeling you get the moment you wake up, the warm feeling you get despite the cold weather and the feeling that you're floating amidst darkness but still feeling comfortable at the same time.  I know the feeling very well.  It makes me so relaxed.  It makes me cry (the good kind).  These are nice feelings resulting from the things I experienced several years ago but it is amazing that these feelings and these songs can still be associated with the things that I am currently experiencing.  It makes me wonder.  What if these kind of feelings were always there, floating around, captured by a song?  I love how a song can make you remember things your own mind can't remember alone, you can see details vividly, a smile, a conversation, a house made of carton, a shell, a sad cartoon, a red boombox, a boy band, even a daydream. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You always make me feel this way ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti nalang may ganito, kasi mamatay ata ako sa dami ng kailangang gawin.  At ilang lamok na ang kumakagat sakin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-6895588668721597575?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/6895588668721597575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=6895588668721597575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6895588668721597575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6895588668721597575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-set-my-clocks-early-cause-i-know-im.html' title='I set my clocks early cause I know I&apos;m always late'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-1417290766268013586</id><published>2009-10-21T09:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:01:43.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sembreak'/><title type='text'>SEMBREAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4-dkNMkk7M" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that time of the year again...my favorite break second to the Christmas break.   Here is where I get to do the things I like doing.  WAHOOO.  Just like the past sembreaks, this one is about doing household chores, new interests, reading books, playing &lt;a href="http://www.playfirst.com/"&gt;PlayFirst&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bigfishgames.com/"&gt;Big Fish&lt;/a&gt; games and games I can play with the&lt;a href="http://vba.ngemu.com/"&gt; VBA&lt;/a&gt; and other emulators, geeky time, watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/Fred"&gt;funny youtube videos&lt;/a&gt;, catching up on TV shows, catching up with my high school friends, going out with other friends, having family gatherings, going out of town, sleeping more than 8 hours a day, internet-ing, music-ing (haha), etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this time, I'd be doing more of fixing up our house because of the recent tropical storm that struck the country, aside from this, there are also new things like reviewing for the National Medical Admission Test (NMAT) and of course my favorite, spending time with the bad boy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Leng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-1417290766268013586?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/1417290766268013586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=1417290766268013586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/1417290766268013586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/1417290766268013586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2009/10/sembreak.html' title='SEMBREAK!'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-5061069605646565369</id><published>2009-09-13T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:47:00.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>"They say that good things take time...</title><content type='html'>...but really great things happen in a blink of an eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh reading my last entries and how my life has changed since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never really know what's coming for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-5061069605646565369?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/5061069605646565369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=5061069605646565369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/5061069605646565369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/5061069605646565369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-say-that-good-things-take-time.html' title='&quot;They say that good things take time...'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-2694043607725118805</id><published>2009-07-31T08:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:08:16.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes effin reads minds</title><content type='html'>What a way to break my heart and put it back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best listener that  I've ever met, you still held your breath and the door for me, thanks for your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-2694043607725118805?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/2694043607725118805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=2694043607725118805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/2694043607725118805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/2694043607725118805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2009/07/itunes-effin-reads-minds.html' title='iTunes effin reads minds'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-7008032806520745771</id><published>2009-07-19T19:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:57:39.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>Ineffable</title><content type='html'>It has come to this.  For the past weeks I felt like my mind's a whirlwind of thoughts.  I'm very much caught up with my academics, my org friends, my block friends, my friends outside the block and of course, me thinking about being in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this, I am a very emotional person.  I get affected easily.  Just this weekend I shed some tears over that The Rock movie where he was a football player who didn't not know he had a kid. I am very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mababaw&lt;/span&gt;, some of you know how I cried over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;.  You should really get chick flicks or family movies away from me if you don't want me to cry and hug a pillow or tell you "I love you" or something.  Also, I almost cried when we visited our new area for Tugon for the first time yesterday.  I still want to cry now just thinking about it.  Even though I have been a member of Tugon since first year and I have interacted with abandoned/abused children every week, I still could not stop myself from asking why the hell those beautiful angels were left by their parents.  The area visit was particularly hard for me because we can't play with the babies and kids just yet, so when the babies reach out, as much as we want to carry them and make them feel safe, we can't.  I'm so excited to go back and be able to hug them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am digressing but you get the point.  I'm emotional.  Also, I like hugs and hugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I don't know where this is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just am confused in general. Maybe I have so many things to do, so many friends I would like to hang out with, so many feelings to feel and so little time (Yes, the cliche, it's eww actually).  And sometimes, I feel like I am not thinking about what I am doing or my mind's off somewhere or someone. One thing I have learned from Fr. David at this point in the semester is that we don't progress because we don't think about what we do, meaning we don't attend or give our full attention on what we are currently doing.  I preacher once said that, "we are where we are because we should be just where we are".  There is a reason why we are in some place, with certain people and we should be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;.  But I have been finding myself thinking of different people and places while being somewhere and with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I'm just letting things out.  I have no thesis statement here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I always thank God because he gave me many new choices and many new friends.  But then, new friends means less time for old friends.  And I am very emotional and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God also gave me many choices on who to like but I am very sad that no one has chosen me or at least reveal the intent to choose me in some way.  Oh yeeeeaaahhh.  Pokemons, lucky them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this, I want to drink this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end&lt;/span&gt;.", Closing Time -Semisonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am in the middle of an end and a beginning has yet to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation (I did not want to sound desperate but here it goes):  "Someone please ask me out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this is a selfish thing but oh well, I'm tired of being selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Leng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-7008032806520745771?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/7008032806520745771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=7008032806520745771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/7008032806520745771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/7008032806520745771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2009/07/ineffable.html' title='Ineffable'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-7764658411597257768</id><published>2009-06-09T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:38:50.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Oh love, &lt;a href="http://hmmkitin.multiply.com/journal/item/366/YIII_SOBRANG_CHEESY_Isang_Kwentong_Lovelife"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to tell everyone that I have found this kind of love in the many people I've met (so far) in college...especially in my orgmates in &lt;a href="http://tugon.multiply.com/"&gt;Tugon&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I cannot marry each one of them and fully give myself to them.  That right only belongs to one person.  I just wish that one person would come.  The one who would also experience that kind of love through me.  Together we shall continue the flow of love to our friends, family, the country (!) and to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love that would make the difference in many people's lives.  I like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to Pc for the link :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-7764658411597257768?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/7764658411597257768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=7764658411597257768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/7764658411597257768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/7764658411597257768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-5754118447479496297</id><published>2009-06-01T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:08:34.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itigil ang kaguluhan</title><content type='html'>Sa nakaraang linggo, dalawang tao galing sa aking sekundaryang pag-aaral  ay aking nakita muli.  Namiss ko talaga sila pero sa mga pagkakataong ito hindi maiiwasang mapunta ang usapan sa usapang pag-ibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang-unang, noong Biyernes, ika-29 ng Mayo, sa tapat ng Ministop sa may Katipunan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Ms. Lastierre!  Ay "Mrs." na pala kayo!&lt;br /&gt;Ms. June Lastierre: LEA!&lt;br /&gt;Ako:  Kamusta na kayo Miss?  Ilang taon na anak niyo?&lt;br /&gt;Ms. June Lastierre-Agno:  1 year and 3 months (?)!  Ikaw kamusta ka na?  Ateneo ka pa din?&lt;br /&gt;Ako:  Opo!&lt;br /&gt;Ms. June Lastierre-Agno: Anong year ka na ba, second?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Magtthird year na po.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. June Lastierre-Agno: Gumaganda ka ah! Ano may boyfriend ka na?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Wala pa po.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. June Lastierre-Agno:  Bakit wala pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, kahapon, Linggo, ika-31 ng Mayo, sa may Leslie's Tagaytay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos magkakitaan at magkamustahan, napunta din ang usapan sa pagkakaroon ng jowa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Duhan: Eh ikaw, may boyfriend ka na?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Wala pa nga eh...&lt;br /&gt;Christina Duhan:  Bakit wala pa eh ang ganda ganda mo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa mga papuri pero.  Ang natatanging sagot ko lang sa kanilang mga katanungan ay ang pag-aaral.  Aral muna... CHE.  Sinong niloko mo Leng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam naman nating lahat na gusto mo ng magkaroon ng minamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero siyempre, mapili ako...isa lang gusto ko.  UY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itigil ang kaguluhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-5754118447479496297?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/5754118447479496297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=5754118447479496297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/5754118447479496297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/5754118447479496297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2009/06/itigil-ang-kaguluhan.html' title='Itigil ang kaguluhan'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-6473447382902702561</id><published>2009-05-09T02:19:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:16:21.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>2:22 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just made a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer works eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I prayed so hard that my prayer was answered immediately -- the next day in fact.  It was six years ago, imagine how happy I was.  But I know this is not the case for every prayer.  God would not answer every prayer the next day. This time I know I am more patient.  I'm the kind of person who wants something so bad that it ruins my mood because of the frustration it brings about, but I have to learn to wait.  It is in waiting that something gains value.  I may be afraid that I'd have less chance of being with someone I genuinely like but then I think, "Where was I when he was always around?" and "Why didn't I ate and sat down with him when he asked me to...when I had the chance?"  I have many of these questions but I believe God has his time and plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had a change of heart.  I suddenly saw him in a different light.  I don't know why just now.  The weekend and long car rides with him (together with other great people) changed me in many ways.  The innocent acts of kindness back then now has colors of possibilities that I would like to make myself believe to be true.  If they are indeed how I think of them now, I will know it in the right time.  Until then I'll wait happily.  I'll think of the times I had the absent-minded smile, familiar heart skips and butterflies whenever he's around, chooses to sit beside me, rests his head on my shoulder, orders the same drink as I do or takes me home and stays out to see if I get to our door safely.  I'll hold on to these simple little things without&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; expecting&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You held your breath and the door for me."&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Head Over Feet - Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Leng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;May 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;11:46 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the shit.&lt;br /&gt;I have been talking to a couple and asking for opinions about certain stuff related to the entry above.  The guy says one thing and the girl says another.  I have fallen for the trap for the third time.  Oh darn devils of expectations, go away please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that he's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; kind.  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish he would not be so kind, but then, it's why I have come to like him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't help it, it's all your fault."&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Head Over Feet - Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;May 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;10:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired, but last week I was also tired like this but I was able to stay up to 2 am.  Oh love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expect the worst and hope for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random, I miss my Mama.  It was her birthday yesterday and now she's in Davao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's a love story, baby just say 'yes'"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Story&lt;/span&gt; - Taylor Swift  (Darn you, Tasie :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;May 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;1:22 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful that I attended the Leadership Talks of Fr. Ben Nebres and Mr. Rene San Andres.  At these times, when I badly want something (better yet someone. ew.) and I have many things to do a.k.a. the hell week, it is good to hear some wisdom and reorient myself.  I am beginning to be selfish, angry and irritable because of frustration.  Thanks to these talks, I was able to go back to the best version of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must remember that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ability to postpone the gratification of a want&lt;/span&gt; is essential for one's health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So come over, just be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;, and don't worry.",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death And All His Friends&lt;/span&gt; -Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-6473447382902702561?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/6473447382902702561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=6473447382902702561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6473447382902702561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6473447382902702561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2009/05/222-am.html' title='2:22 am'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-2508995756284905419</id><published>2009-04-11T13:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:56:29.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project doodle'/><title type='text'>My Sophomore year in doodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://loileng.multiply.com/photos/album/107/Lea_Marie_doodles_in_class_Oh_my"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SeAsz4yLNtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/N5bVfncFpyo/s400/IMG_7955.JPG" alt="click for more doodles" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://loileng.multiply.com/photos/album/107/Lea_Marie_doodles_in_class_Oh_my"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SeAszr7-UwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hwMuhdjWsng/s400/IMG_7939.JPG" alt="click for more doodles" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-2508995756284905419?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/2508995756284905419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=2508995756284905419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/2508995756284905419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/2508995756284905419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sophomore-year-in-doodles.html' title='My Sophomore year in doodles'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SeAsz4yLNtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/N5bVfncFpyo/s72-c/IMG_7955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-986091514400321702</id><published>2009-04-10T10:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:13:45.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project doodle'/><title type='text'>Hello hello</title><content type='html'>Hello again blogspot, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again.  I really like it that you're always there for my notes that I want to publish semi-publicly. HAHAHA.  I've got only one follower and I don't even know him.  Hahahaha.  But I like it this way.  (Tell me why?  Ain't nothing but a heartache.  Backstreet Boys, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I like about myself?  I never get bored.  I know right?  Lucky me.  But what's ironic is that I get bored when I do things when I have to do them.  But give me free time and I know just what to do.  YEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my summer break is almost ending, I'll be back to school on Monday.  And I like school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm very proud of all these things that I've done.  (I've got soul but I'm not a soldier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the semestral break of my Freshman year, I did very different stuff this time because duh, it's the summer break not the sem break hahaha.  Anyway, I'm sad to say I forgot how to play Pachelbel's "Canon" already.  I know, you piano people say it's very easy.  Sorry na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so far, for my summer break, I've downloaded and listened to these albums:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Jackson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady GaGa's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-Empire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;WEEE. (Weee's and Yey's are fillers, alright?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Sd7B4d4ia-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Isenme6CzqM/s1600-h/Michael+Jackson+2008+Thriller+%2825th+Anniversary+Edition%29+-+Frontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Sd7B4d4ia-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Isenme6CzqM/s400/Michael+Jackson+2008+Thriller+%2825th+Anniversary+Edition%29+-+Frontal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322904985437105122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MJ's legendary album after watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;America's Best Dance Crew&lt;/span&gt;, the crews danced to the tracks on that album.  I've always had this&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Sd7CP_prymI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jH8Q8uMLJDo/s1600-h/Lady+GaGa-The+Fame+%5BFront%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Sd7CP_prymI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jH8Q8uMLJDo/s400/Lady+GaGa-The+Fame+%5BFront%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322905389638601314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thing for dancing even though I'm not so good of a dancer myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Lady GaGa.  Even though she's gaga and all, I believe that she's a true artist.  I love her.  The album makes me want to dance all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELS &amp;amp; AIRWAVES PARE.  Tom DeLonge still has his touch.  Did he ever lose it?  I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Sd7CgWase8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rf0FWMdYW5U/s1600-h/folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Sd7CgWase8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rf0FWMdYW5U/s400/folder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322905670627654594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; really like his voice.  Blink-182's last album left me asking for more but I never got around downloading Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves' album/s until I saw them in an episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt; and I liked the song Tom sang.  It's purdy and spacey just the way I like it.  My favorite tracks are "Rite of Spring" and "Secret Crowds".  And and, I'm very happy that Blink-182 will be having a comeback album!  YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's common with Lady GaGa, Angels and Airwaves and The Killers?  The cosmic sounds. HAHAHAHA.  Gotta love those synthesizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nag-uurong ako everyday! ("Urong" sa salitang Tagalog, ang ibig sabihin ay paghuhugas ng pinggan)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nilabhan ko yung mga damit kong nakatambak bago pa abutan ng pasukan at wala na naman akong masusuot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some more chores that I like doing with the company of my iPod Celestina or my unnamed radio cellphone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Other things I want to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;PROJECT DOODLE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                        This was a project I thought of last summer while I'm in SA class.  You know those times when you really, REALLY get bored and you start doodling on your notebook and you also start having brilliant ideas?  Haha.  I got the idea of compiling all of my college notebook doodles and post an album of it somewhere Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, of course I still did the normal stuff, I made use of the television, computer, I went out with friends, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Leng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, just in time for Siete Palabras. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-986091514400321702?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/986091514400321702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=986091514400321702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/986091514400321702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/986091514400321702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-hello.html' title='Hello hello'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Sd7B4d4ia-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Isenme6CzqM/s72-c/Michael+Jackson+2008+Thriller+%2825th+Anniversary+Edition%29+-+Frontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-2681385716934200705</id><published>2009-02-23T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:50:08.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROCRASTINATOR</title><content type='html'>SSo there's a neon green post-it stuck on beside the monitor.  It is labeled "By Sunday" and there's a checklist of things to be done by Sunday.  Not a single check mark and it is already Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of a million things to do before doing those stuff on that neon green post-it.  But the thing is, only 10 of those million things, I can actually do.  And the rest, I want to but I can't.  And maybe that's the reason why I can't do the things on my neon green post-it because I still want to do the rest of the activities BEFORE doing the things on the neon green post-it!  SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ LengLeng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-2681385716934200705?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/2681385716934200705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=2681385716934200705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/2681385716934200705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/2681385716934200705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2009/02/procratinator.html' title='PROCRASTINATOR'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-6057332116290167539</id><published>2008-12-06T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:41:05.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) / =(</title><content type='html'>Bakit kaya ang bilis ko paiyakin pero ang bilis ko din patawanin?  Pag nalungkot ako, malungkot talaga.  Pag iyak, hagulgol.  Pag masaya ako sobrang saya.  Pag tawa, halakhak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan para akong baliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-6057332116290167539?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/6057332116290167539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=6057332116290167539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6057332116290167539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6057332116290167539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='=) / =('/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-4081949353261986098</id><published>2008-12-04T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:56:02.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gandhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bio dude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tassie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher kara'/><title type='text'>Wala lang.  Random = &lt;3</title><content type='html'>"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Profound."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you like it then you should have put a ring on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh look!  Turkey leg!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greater good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your baon?  Tell me what's your baon."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-4081949353261986098?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/4081949353261986098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=4081949353261986098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/4081949353261986098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/4081949353261986098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2008/12/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang.  Random = &lt;3'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-2099724916519109208</id><published>2008-11-16T11:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:50:35.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Boys make me feel weird</title><content type='html'>It's 11:49 am. What a coincidence, I just finished reading Chapter 2 of Watchmen. Go Figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday and it was a very eventful Saturday. And events always leave me with many thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's your will to be weird?"&lt;br /&gt;- Jim Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know Jim Morrison. I think he's a musician, I think I'm gonna like him cause he's a rockstar. There's always google and I don't know why some people don't make use of google. As in make use--to make themselves look smart and all-knowing and all that. Yeah, I'm a bad person like that. And people aren't me. Weird. I think you all know the cliche thought (Yeah, cliche thought, I have many of those things, please let me know if they really are cliche and overrated thoughts of a wise ass wannabe like me or not.) that if everyone's unique then we're all not unique by all being unique. Bleh. Post modern fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, weirdness. I thrive in weirdness, quirks, oddities and all that stuff. I like it when I'm different but nowadays being not different is what stands out because everyone just wants to be so goddam peculiar. I have many weird friends, from the stereotypical weird people like the artists and the musicians, the vice-driven and libido-obliging ones to the normal-looking, fun-loving ones (I honestly don't know if those hyphens should be there or not). And I must say, I love all of them even with the dregs of my heart. But then you see other people, the ones that seem to be living "the life". They seem so...normal. They're well educated, they have their lovers, they're pretty (I am tempted to mention a race), they're rich, they're smart, they have many good-looking friends, they have hate blogs addressed to their stalkers telling them to leave them and their boyfriend alone etc. etc. etc. To tell you honestly, I haven't formulated a conclusion for this thought of mine. I guess I don't need any. If I will be brutally honest, all I am saying is that I want a relationship other than that with my family and my awesome friends. I have been pushing this want out of my mind since school started--and mind you, I love school, it keeps me distracted, I like homeworks and readings and projects and stuff--but the thought comes back and finds me like the things you cram into hidden spaces when you attempt to clean your room when people visit in such short notice. And I am afraid I weird boys out or something because I'm not like the normal girls who wear nice clothes, who look pretty with their hair swaying with the wind walking around with their pretty friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I've always had this will to be weird or maybe I'm just a painfully quiet and introverted girl whose favorite hobby is to dig up little snail shells in their so-called garden (there goes another hyphen). But now, I'm rethinking my will to be weird just because of stupid boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I had a blast with my friends laughing my heart out for about 5 hours. Yesterday, I had a great time because my orgmates had a great time at the Community Building Seminar where I was one of the project heads and also yesterday was a very nice reunion with another circle of high school friends--the artist/musician/libido-obliging ones--in a debut . I was thinking about what emo moment will come after all of that. I think this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My will to be weird was shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ LeaLeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always more than willing to talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-2099724916519109208?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/2099724916519109208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=2099724916519109208' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/2099724916519109208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/2099724916519109208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2008/11/boys-make-me-feel-weird.html' title='Boys make me feel weird'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-2175887039136899620</id><published>2008-10-21T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:56:45.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take on me video literal'/><title type='text'>Where art thou blogspot friends</title><content type='html'>KUNG AYAW NIYO BASAHIN TO.  TINGNAN NIYO NALANG YUNG VIDEO SA BABA.  FUNNY SHIT.  Take on Me by A-ha, 80's video, literal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I blog here at blogspot is most of my real-life friends who write blogs with sense blog here.  But when I checked out my links, almost all of them deleted their freakin blog.  You just don't delete things like that.  They're thoughts expressed permanently, demmit.  And back then I liked replying to their comments.  That's why I like multiply.  Hmmmmmm...blogspot or multiply?  But multiply's just so big.  I'm an introvert, you know.  And there are some things I write that only few people can read.  HAHA!  But then again, a blog's out there for the whole world wide web to see.  But!  Not everyone passes by this holy blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I assume no one's gonna read this or they'll read it but he/she won't leave a comment.  So it's all up to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick with blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how this thing is like a private diary of mine and only those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genuinely&lt;/span&gt; wish to know more about me get to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I like that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ideas, I wish I'll have a decent idea to write about for my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm hrmmm hrmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/09/attempt-to-write-emo.html"&gt;Care for a blast from my past, whoever you are who's unlucky enough to reach this last line?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ LeaLeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="464" height="388"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?5320a921"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=e062d7b4d5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="key=e062d7b4d5" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?5320a921" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="388"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-2175887039136899620?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/2175887039136899620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=2175887039136899620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/2175887039136899620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/2175887039136899620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-art-thou-blogspot-friends.html' title='Where art thou blogspot friends'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-6388530325329855835</id><published>2008-10-20T22:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:24:03.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise'/><title type='text'>I can hear the noise</title><content type='html'>It's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's filling up.  It usually comes around this time of the year, when I don't have school related stuff to do.  The noooisse.  The noise in my head.  I'll be resurrecting this blog real soon.  Meanwhile check &lt;a href="http://loileng.multiply.com/journal/item/2/My_Ten_Happy_Thoughts"&gt;the only blog entry I have on multiply&lt;/a&gt; (The other blog's my sister's) or read the entry I wrote last year around this time in our Intact blog.  It is very similar to the previous entry but very different at the same time.  READ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://intact-heroesss.blogspot.com/2007/10/using-your-time-blogs-and-some-other.html"&gt;Using your time, blogs and some other things&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   "Use your time wisely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we all have heard of this line and its variations (other than the old saying "Time is Gold") sometime in our lives--in school, at home and from other places or sources--I know I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's surprising to hear about people getting bored at times like these, you know, the sem break. Sure it is very tempting to sit back, lounge and rant about how boring it is when you have all the time in the world, that is until the second semester starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, I was so lazy that I could lay on the bed and watch TV or read a book the whole day stopping only for calls of nature or meals. Ok, maybe not the whole day but you get the idea, I was laaaaazzzzyyyy. This is why I am physically challenged aside from having scoliosis hahahaha. Also because of this I have an abnormally fatty mid-section compared to my thin body. (I know, eeeww) Let's talk about my physical imperfections some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I get lazy, lay about and flip through the channels on TV, then I suddenly hear my mother's voice telling me what a lazy kid I am and talking about how I never get anything done for the day. This usually gets me to big arguments with my mother dear. We yell, cry and don't talk for months...YUP. This usually happens on weekends or on days I don't have homework and other school stuff to worry about. I was unusually hard-working in school and super kaduper lazy at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some years--nowadays that is, everytime I bum around I can hear my mother's voice even if she's not there, I get up and think of things to do. I don't want to fight with her anymore even though the voice that tells me that I never get anything done now just exists in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually developed the habit of finding something to do &lt;em&gt;partly&lt;/em&gt; because I don't want another you-never-get-anything-done spiels from my mom. I tell you, these kinds of speeches were long, so long that I got to do something already but my mother still tells me that I'm not doing anything despite of the fact that I already am doing something or I already did something. That usually irritated me and I can't control myself and I end up talking back at her. You know how talking back get parents SUPER angry...So there, I eventually changed, yeah, I love my mom. I don't want to fight with her anymore. Believe it or not I was sort of a rebellious kid back then, I did not look like it but ask my parents (and some close friends) and they'll tell you how I was like. That was then, ok? But I'm still relatively lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I developed the habit of finding something to do mostly now because I get more things from doing stuff compared to just bumming around. New skills, new knowledge and that sense of&lt;br /&gt;accomplishment. Yeah. Bumming around becomes more satisfying after doing stuff, you know, like super tiring activities, exercising, doing chores, etc., right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are on a break, free from all that academic responsibilities, why don't we think of stuff to do? When you get bored (which occurs often at times like these &lt;a href="http://intact-heroesss.blogspot.com/2007/10/looking-down-barrel-of-thought-gun.html"&gt;when we are presented with relative freedom&lt;/a&gt; like the sem break) think of the things you wanted to do when there were still classes and think of the things you would not have the chance of doing when classes start again. When you're done thinking about those things (which was not that hard for me), do it, now that you can still take your time. November 12's not too far from today...*evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you using your time wisely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Just wanted to share some blogs that I often visit, they're quite entertaining and very informative at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thethinkingblog.com/"&gt;The Thinking Blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I learned about the Turkish ice cream that never melts, the opposite of 'deja vu' that is 'jamais vu', that it takes one crazy person to change the world and some other interesting studies that might help us since we're majoring in Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chickenmafia.com/"&gt;The Chicken Mafia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog's author is (I guess) Filipino. I think he's one of the hard-core Filipino bloggers like Lauren Dado, the first Filipino blogger ever (She's Atenean!). I've been able to tumble upon his blog just now because of a high school friend. Joyfulchicken's (That's what he call himself) humor is kind of sarcastic and most of the time offensive, but I still learn new things from him. I do not agree with some of his opinions though, like that of &lt;a href="http://chickenmafia.com/your-child-vegetarian"&gt;vegetarianism&lt;/a&gt; or of religion. I don't even know why I keep on reading his blog! Well, you might like it. Click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once bitten and twice shy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX days to go till Christmas!  The fact is, it's less than 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ LeaLeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTS ARE WELCOME IN THE CHATBOX.  LET'S TALK. OK?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-6388530325329855835?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/6388530325329855835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=6388530325329855835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6388530325329855835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6388530325329855835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-hear-noise.html' title='I can hear the noise'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-8780860380544164852</id><published>2008-05-27T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:03:19.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do something'/><title type='text'>BORED!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever I go online, at least one person's status message contains the word "bored" or anything like that.  They stay like that even when I'm about to sign out after I've already satisfied my internet needs (yes there is such a thing).  Even though they're online and there are a gazillion things to do in the internet, they're still bored.  Demmit.  My usual (silent) reaction is like that of the title.  No offense to those people (I'm sure you know who you are), but HOW CAN YOU BE BORED?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain fart coming through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month of summer classes, I was deprived of the usual things that I LOOOOOVE doing.  And I am sure you are too.  So let me ask you again people: How can you be bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just think of the things you like to do especially now that you are free from the bounds of schoolwork.&lt;/span&gt;  Don't tell me you can't think of anything.  If you can't think of anything, I will just tell you one thing: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TAO KA BA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, a day is not enough to do everything I want to do.  I want to catch up on some readings, be it on the internet (my favorite site: &lt;a href="http://www.thethinkingblog.com/"&gt;thethinkingblog.com&lt;/a&gt;), on magazines like the reader's digest or books.  I'd like to catch up on music too, sometimes I wish that the music industry would have a break in producing stuff and artists for people (like me) to catch up.  I can imagine an authority in the music industry, let's say, Michael Jackson (He's just an example!) will say in his David Archuleta-like manner of speaking (hehe sorry, just an observation), "Everyone, let's stop making music for a month or so.  Just so busy people can catch up on some gooood music." Haha, I know, silly, but just last night I've discovered the music of great bands that were popular during the late 70's to the early 80's.  Bands like Cheap Trick and AC/DC.  I've downloaded about 70 songs yesterday, music from the 70's to the 90's.  Everclear's a good band.  Woooo.  I've got more decades of music to go.  Hahaha.  I want to catch up on movies too, I am averaging 2 movies a day since the 2-week break started.  I want to catch up on TV shows too, my old favorites like 'The Simpson', 'My Name is Earl', etc. and new ones that seem to spark the interest of a lot of people like 'House', 'Gossip Girl' and old stuff.  I catch up on TV shows usually about 2 years after their release hahahah just like what happened with 'Prison Break'.  When everyone was addcited to 'Prison Break', I was clueless and I seem to be existing in a vacuum with just homework and books around me.  After 2 years, I was able to watch it and I was obsessed and all that but the obsession of other people got down a level lower than mine.  So there.  Haha!  My brain's farting more than ever, shucks.  I want to play The Sims 2 and other pc games again but I still have not gotten around it cause I guess I'm doing a lot of stuff.  I want to catch up on exercising too hahahaha.  See?!  There's always something to do.  I live by the saying that "You learn something new everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I've caught up on is fixing my table and washing my clothes but as I look at it now, I think I'm gonna have to do these again.  Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only just with your "alone time", just think of the activities you can do when you're with friends and other people.  (I'm going swimming with my high school friends this Thursday. Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Britney Spears once said, "WHY DON'T YOU DO SOMETHING?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;superhuman&lt;/span&gt; who is able to freeze and go back in time to do many things at once, you (yes YOU!) can ignore all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Leng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.  2 pm, I haven't had lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-8780860380544164852?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/8780860380544164852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=8780860380544164852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/8780860380544164852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/8780860380544164852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2008/05/bored.html' title='BORED!?'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-572630694547453592</id><published>2008-05-21T17:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:07:58.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x games'/><title type='text'>The X Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isa sa mga pangarap ko ay makasali sa X Games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That sounded better in Tagalog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just have to dream on, but if someone would train me and stuff...I am more than willing to ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my sister had this crush on this Japanese inline skater guy (named Eito Yasutoko who is getting old...he always falls now!  His brother Takeshi is hot :D) way back her high school days, I also got hooked on watching the X Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the competition on TV never failed to make me shout "WHOA!" every time.  I would like to watch it LIVE someday.  I would put this on my 'Things to do before I die' list but first I have to make an actual list instead of having the list on my head that keeps changing and going in and out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there were more females competing.  The low-rise  skinny jeans of  BMX riders are starting to annoy me too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  BMX competitions pa naman paborito ko.&lt;/span&gt;  Hello!?  Don't they know that they'd be doing a lot of sitting on their bikes, tucking in and other body positions that will surely (SURELY!) pull their already low pants down.  I think the underwear exposure or the butt cleavage exposure (which is the worst sight of all) are affecting their trick execution, not to mention the visual effect of it, you know if I were a judge, I'd definitely look away a couple of times and then I'd miss a trick or two now would I?  Don't they feel uncomfortable?  I guess not...because a lot of them wear those kind of pants.  The flat board skaters are also sporting those pants!  Jeeez.  But despite this, I still respect these athletes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the movie "The Lords of Dogtown" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a frustrated extreme sport athlete. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Leng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/88wgewCFd-w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/88wgewCFd-w&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-572630694547453592?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/572630694547453592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=572630694547453592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/572630694547453592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/572630694547453592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2008/05/x-games.html' title='The X Games'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-1325947355196026899</id><published>2008-05-18T00:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:20:11.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Dance like a Dervish</title><content type='html'>Today, instead of finishing my part for our group Filipino paper, I did some walking down memory lane.  Woohooo.  Not the looking back to my past thing but watching 2 movies that I've seen too many times and rekindling my Hanson fanaticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have that feeling when you pass by the movie channels when you are channel surfing that there is or will be a good movie on anytime?  I do, too often I think.  Earlier this morning I stopped by Star Movies (haha parang lugar) and there, the opening sequence rolled and it was "John Tucker Must Die".  Haha.  It is not really my uber favorite movie but I like it for many small reasons.  I especially like the scenes between the 'other Tucker' and the lead girl.  :)  I like it.  Just cause.  Maybe because I want a guy like that. AHAHAHAHAHA Dorky and awkward but confident and knows how to make a girl feel giddy inside at the same time. =)) Woooooooooeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tdaPGbpQFPo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tdaPGbpQFPo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;:D And did I mention he's hott?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other movie I watched again is "Meet Joe Black".  I do not know what to write about it at the moment.  I just love many things about it.  If you want to know, and if you have watched the movie already, let's watch it together and I'll tell you everything I like about it and the insights I get throughout the movie.  I especially like this because it makes me think about life.  Hahhaha.  Sometimes while I watch this movie, I feel like I have the answers to the existential questions that haunt me.  But as soon as the movie ends, I forget about them.  I don't know but I know, you know...hahaha...anyway, Joe Black puts it better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="quotestandard"&gt;So you understand the idea. Congratulations, (Bill). Now multiply that by infinity, take that to the depth of forever, and you still will barely have a glimpse of what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYc2B5jT3xU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYc2B5jT3xU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quotestandard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not seen the movie, I say you should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="quotestandard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="quotestandard"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="quotestandard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quotestandard"&gt;With the rekindling my Hanson fanaticism part...I downloaded their latest album through torrent. OH NO!  I really don't want to do it because I am meaning to buy the original one or I was hoping that someone will give it to me as a gift *ahem* but I couldn't wait anymore.  I have the original copy of their previous album.  I like having original CDs of my favorite artists because (1) I am helping them continue their music by paying them and patronizing their hard work (even though I still think that CDs are overly priced considering many things) and (2) When I have the original copies of artists' albums, I feel like I am experiencing their music as a whole.  While I listen to the music, I read the labels, lyrics and dedications and I also look at the artwork for a long time.  Hahaha That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I have to continue our Fil paper.  Ngar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Leng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the time!  It's May 18 already! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6102081194756545144-1325947355196026899?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/1325947355196026899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=1325947355196026899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/1325947355196026899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/1325947355196026899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2008/05/beat-it.html' title='Dance like a Dervish'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-3826108676938847742</id><published>2008-05-14T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:12:29.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coca cola commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reply to tassie&apos;s blog entry'/><title type='text'>I am now</title><content type='html'>Following Tassie's advice to write thoughts down.  (Woooo Tassie, you affect me, I am now a fan) I would like to share that minutes ago my parents were arguing about the latest Coca-Cola commercial.  You know, the one where an angel heard the ooooohhhss and aaaaaaahhs of the human beings that drank Coke and decided to see why and drank some for herself with the help of the devil who did not need coins to buy from the vendo machine (sheeesh I would like to have that power).  So in the end, they both became human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zu1M-9RQa8U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zu1M-9RQa8U&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or so we thought until Papa shared his own understanding of the commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was laughing at them when they were arguing.  Papa said that the devil was once also an angel, a fallen angel that later on developed into a devil because of Coke (or maybe Coke pertaining to the things of the world).  He added that later on the angel will become a devil too.  And they were seriously arguing.  At first I was also opposing Papa's view but he kept saying "Yung sa tingin ko lang ah, yung sa tingin ko lang."  And I thought, yeah, who should say that he is wrong.  It is how he sees it.  We were taught in Lit13, 14, Fil11 and 14 that any interpretation can be accepted if there was enough support to the claims in the interpretation.  Every individual has his/her interpretation affected by intrinsic and extrinsic factors relative to the individual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  It is amazing how many ways (actually there was just two but you get the point of this sentence...yeah? No...I'm starting to uuhhmm I dunno) a commercial that is less than a minute can be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah.  I hate how I wrote the last two paragraphs.  This must be one of the long term effects of supressing my ideas.  The gazillion ideas that lived for a short time (I never got the chance to write them down and this put an end to their existence) are now dead in the cemetery of my brain.  The living ideas are now lamenting their death.  The living ideas are just crying there instead of being instigators of my actions (or my writing).  What I'm saying is, (living) ideas are now harder to grasp for me because I must put a halt to their crying first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Leng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-3826108676938847742?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/3826108676938847742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=3826108676938847742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/3826108676938847742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/3826108676938847742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-now.html' title='I am now'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-6603569965065575422</id><published>2008-05-14T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:30:28.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name numerology'/><title type='text'>Name Numerology (ginaya ko si Tassie)</title><content type='html'>Wow rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You entered: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lea Marie Gular Desuasido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are 22 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 22 letters total to 94&lt;br /&gt;There are  12 vowels and 10 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;What your first name means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Derived from Hebrew Leah who was Jacob's first wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Hebrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Mythological goddess of canoe builders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Bringer of good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Meadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your number is:&lt;/b&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The characteristics of #4 are: &lt;/b&gt;A foundation, order, service, struggle against limits, steady growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The expression or destiny for #4:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order, service, and management are the cornerstones of the number 4 Expression. Your destiny is to express wonderful organization skills with your ever practical, down-to-earth approach. You are the kind of person who is always willing to work those long, hard hours to push a project through to completion. A patience with detail allows you to become expert in fields such as building, engineering, and all forms of craftsmanship. Your abilities to write and teach may lean toward the more technical and detailed. In the arts, music will likely be your choice. Artistic talents may also appear in such fields as horiculture and floral arrangement, as well. Many skilled physicians and especially surgeons have the 4 Expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;The positive attitudes of the 4 Expression yield responsibility; you are one who no doubt, fulfills obligations, and is highly systematic and orderly. You are serious and sincere, honest and faithful. It is your role to help and you are required to do a good job at everything you undertake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;If there is too much 4 energies present in your makeup, you may express some of the negative attitudes of the number 4. The obligations that you face may tend to create frustration and feelings of limitation or restriction. You may sometimes find yourself nursing negative attitudes in this regard and these can keep you in a rather low mood. Avoid becoming too rigid, stubborn, dogmatic, and fixed in your opinions. You may have a tendency to develop and hold very strong likes and dislikes, and some of these may border on the classification of prejudice. The negative side of 4 often produces dominant and bossy individuals who use disciplinarian to an excess. These tendencies must be avoided. Finally, like nearly all with 4 Expression, you must keep your eye on the big picture and not get overly wrapped up in detail and routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/b&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;A Soul Urge number of 4 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Soul Urge or Motivation number of 4 you are likely to strive for a stable life. You tend to follow a rather orderly pattern and systematic approach in your endeavors. You have an inner desire to serve others in a methodical and diligent manner. You want to be in solid, conventional, and well-regulated activities, and you are somewhat disturbed by innovation and erratic or sudden changes. Excellent at organizing, systematizing, and managing, you have a way of establishing order and maintaining it. You are responsible, reliable and in the final analysis, practical. Highly analytical, you can see your way through all sorts of situations and generally have a clear understanding of the issues. You are a very honest, sincere, and conscientious individual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;The negative side of the 4 is rigid, stubborn and somewhat narrow-minded. There is a tendency to hide feelings, or to really not be aware of real feelings. Avoid being too rigid and stubborn in your thinking, and try to always see the big picture rather than becoming to involved with the detail. Don't be afraid to take a chance once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/b&gt; 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;An Inner Dream number of 9 means:&lt;br /&gt;You dream of being creative, intellectual, and universal; the selfless humanitarian. You understand the needy and what to help them. You would love to be a person people count on for support and advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this.  I think it is true, but maybe this one's just like any other online quiz result that makes use of general (sometimes vague) descriptions of people that they actually apply to almost everyone.  But I would like to make myself believe otherwise.  My Inner Dream Number's just what I wanted it to be.  How could this be so accurate? NGAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Leng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-6603569965065575422?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/6603569965065575422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=6603569965065575422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6603569965065575422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6603569965065575422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2008/05/name-numerology-ginaya-ko-si-tassie.html' title='Name Numerology (ginaya ko si Tassie)'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-8168216687798643172</id><published>2007-10-24T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:40:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak Update</title><content type='html'>Heeellllooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;a href="http://loileng.multiply.com/photos/album/33/Sleepover_sa_Kalantiaw"&gt;Sleepover at Ayis' place&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently there's a ghost kid running around their new house and some freaky-looking ghost in the garage. *shivers* Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Prison Break DVD marathons. Yeah, I know, it's about time, I was meaning to watch it these past few years lang naman hahaha. My mother liked it too! Now I have to wait for her to come home from work. But it's all gooooooood. And because of Prison Break a have been googling Wentworth Miller and I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://wetforwent.org/"&gt;a great blog &lt;/a&gt;dedicated for him. It's really FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ WAH! I know now how to play Pachelbel's "Canon" on the piaaaanooooooo! Yey for me! Now I'll look for another piece to learn =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I am really liking Nickelback's song "Rockstar", I have been playing it all day long. The ultimate 'I wanna be a rockstar' song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-8168216687798643172?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/8168216687798643172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=8168216687798643172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/8168216687798643172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/8168216687798643172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/10/sembreak-update.html' title='Sembreak Update'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-4513310420352508098</id><published>2007-10-17T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:15:55.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taglish</title><content type='html'>When I first had my blog I wasn't really aware I had a blog. Some friend of mine just told me to check out her xanga site, I really wanted to comment on her post but it was required that I also have a xanga account (damn propagandas) for me to be able to comment. So I made one just so I could make a comment. I left it empty for a couple of months and there was a time I had an itch to write about something and voila. Uh-uh uh-uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really thought about of what language I'm gonna write on my blog. I just wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 9, 2004, yan yung date ng una kong blog entry sa xanga. Yan din yung araw na nag-sign up ako for xanga, ayoko lang iwan na walang laman yung site kaya nag-iwan lang ako ng isang entry na may mga links at kung anu ano pa. Gusto ko sanang ilagay dito yung actual entry kaso lang makikita niyo ang aking kajologsan nung mga panahon na yon. *TNM(tumawa ng malakas, LOL ba)* Hindi ko naman intensiyon na itago ang aking nakaraan pero (ahaha) may blog entry na ako tungkol diyan dati dun sa xanga ko. Naka-tatlong taon din ako sa xanga noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept shifting back and forth to Filipino and English while writing my entries then. Then one day I stumbled upon this great blog by a Filipino living in the US and I (sorta) just wanted him to be able to fully understand what I write, since he subscribed to my blog (I blackmailed him ahahaha ;D), he'd receive my updates so I decided to write in straight English. I figured it was also an exercise for my English skills since half of my life living I communicate in Tagalog--except for that time my mother ordered us to speak in English after 6pm, which didn't really work, because my sister and I had these inside jokes we can't really laugh about in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko rin kasing maging writer noon. Uh-ha, uh-ha, uh-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading quite recently blogs written in Tagalog (&lt;a href="http://tresamalabananvalenton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tresa's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hetonanamanako.wordpress.com/"&gt;Joanne's&lt;/a&gt;) and it was so much fun to read. Lam mo yun? Yung para kang nagbabasa ng Bob Ong books tsaka Kikomachine comics (na gustong gusto ko). That kind of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiisipan ko tuloy ngayon na buhayin yung "Mga Tao Nga Naman" na series ko sana, pero so far isa palang yung naisusulat ko na dapat series. Ang labo. Kaso wala akong maisip na subject dati kasi yung retro/statement shirts (see &lt;a href="http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/05/blast-from-past-mga-tao-nga-naman.html"&gt;May 31 &lt;/a&gt;entry)...ngayon ano na?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-4513310420352508098?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/4513310420352508098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=4513310420352508098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/4513310420352508098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/4513310420352508098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/10/taglish.html' title='Taglish'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-1549089124884168149</id><published>2007-10-16T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:24:58.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='across the universe trailer'/><title type='text'>Strawberry fieldsssssss forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I saw this wonderful trailer of a movie on TV. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Within the lyrics of the world's most famous songs&lt;br /&gt;Lives a story that has never been told&lt;br /&gt;Until now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQ6d3m-GFyw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one, for me, is the best cover ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbpVvr17q0A" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooooooooooooooo looking forward to this one. Too bad I still have to wait for next year. Shucks. It won't be here till January 23(?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-1549089124884168149?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/1549089124884168149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=1549089124884168149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/1549089124884168149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/1549089124884168149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/10/strawberry-field-forever.html' title='Strawberry fieldsssssss forever'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-1591961163574266840</id><published>2007-10-13T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T12:53:58.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In between sneezing and sniffing</title><content type='html'>SEMBREAK NA! (and I am sick sick sick but it's all gooooooood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing preventing me from totally breaking out is the final paper for English that's due on Monday (total bummer. bleh). I almost forgot about that, after thinking of a gazillion things I want to do this Semestral break. For the most part of the break, I'd be stuck at home or at a friend's house, no school means no money but that should not stop me from having fun. I have had fun without spending money A LOT of times specially with my high school friends (MISS YOU GUYS! WE'LL BE SEEING EACH OTHER SOON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you can see from that all caps letters the intensity of how I long for them. Mwuhaha. EMO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save myself from boredom, I would want to make a schedule. But making a schedule and following a schedule makes me feel constrained and stuff, so I just made a mental list of the things that I want to do. And now, I'm writing it here. Weeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Watch as many movies as I can (on TV of course. Money, man)&lt;br /&gt;+ Read as many books as I can (accompanying my sister if she has anything to buy from NBS and asking her to buy me one book everytime convincing her that it's a great book and she should read it too)&lt;br /&gt;+ Learn as many piano pieces as I can&lt;br /&gt;+ Play The Sims 2, as I have been deprived of it since day one in the Ateneo&lt;br /&gt;+ Learn to play basketball &lt;em&gt;or at least try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Meet old friends (sleepovers!)&lt;br /&gt;+ Clean, clean, clean&lt;br /&gt;+ Wash, wash, wash&lt;br /&gt;+ Do that old Saturday mornings routine (15 minute-walk and badminton) with my Mama that was stopped because of Saturday areas for Tugon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be adding more to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my first two days on vacation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the keyboard I started deciphering the keys to Pachebel's "Canon", thanks to the trusty Musical Information System Screen on the middle. haha. I've already managed to play the first 36 four counts...something...I already forgot about time signatures. I'm almost done...Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already watched 2 movies. The first one was "Boys Don't Cry". Boy, talk about disturbing and heart-breaking at the same time. The hell, it was a true story. I liked it, but not the sort of movie I'd want to watch again and again. Hilary Swank was THE best (duh best actress Oscars, Golden Globe and BAFTA for that movie..imagine that!). I could've sworn she was a guy. I never thought I'd cry watching this movie, but I did. ='''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I caught "Aquamarine" on Star Movies. Hey, I like Emma Roberts and Jojo. Sara Paxton's purdy. I thought at first it was not so good, but it was ok, after all it is for tweeners. And again, I cried. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1685658/"&gt;Hailey&lt;/a&gt;: And I know there's a reason why everybody wants it so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0668139/"&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/a&gt;: And what's that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1685658/"&gt;Hailey&lt;/a&gt;: It's the closest thing we have to magic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching "Aquamarine" I again exercised my multi-tasking skills by organizing my "study table" and uncluttering it by gathering all the papers from the first semester in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that day, we went to the mall to have our hair cut but being the fickle-minded people that we are, my sister and I decided we won't anymore so we just went to National Bookstore. Woohoo! My plan's on its completion. Haha. I browsed through the books and I read the first page of "The Catcher in the Rye", it was good, I wanted to read on. So I asked Ate to buy it for me. I'm currently on the twelfth page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is goooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;after&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-1591961163574266840?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/1591961163574266840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=1591961163574266840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/1591961163574266840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/1591961163574266840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-between-sneezing-and-sniffing.html' title='In between sneezing and sniffing'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-4162649240779614720</id><published>2007-09-15T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:35:28.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd year hs'/><title type='text'>An attempt to write (emo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuZhs9GzII/AAAAAAAAACs/ckoJcEijlXk/s1600-h/blogarchive_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110347006464150658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuZhs9GzII/AAAAAAAAACs/ckoJcEijlXk/s400/blogarchive_.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I hate it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's all I could say about my status right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've lost the touch. I don't know why. "Hate" is the only word I could use for this multitude of thoughts, not like before. I think I've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I can't draw anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I can't play a new song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I &lt;strong&gt;can &lt;/strong&gt;but its just not the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where did my right brain go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last time I felt its presence was back in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;The year 2004, the second year high school version of me is my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuZxM9GzJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UBAd6H22Lzs/s1600-h/paststroieshere.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110347272752123026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuZxM9GzJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UBAd6H22Lzs/s400/paststroieshere.JPG" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WRITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember fondly my second year in high school, I had my first Creative Writing class. Our Creative Writing class was taught by a woman who was studying in UP for a Master's Degree in--I guess--Writing. It was a once a week class and I anticipated it. I loved it. I don't know why majority of my classmates do not like it and why they usually make fun of our teacher but just the same I still liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to admit most of her lectures were boring. In that boredom I got to scribble poems in my notebook and write the first sentences of short stories I never finish. I don't do that anymore and it's sad. I kept that notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only short story I finished (and ever written) was the one that I passed, it was three pages long (which was the maximun requirement) and I have to say I'm quite proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;Considering the author--which is a cheesy, idealistic, inspiration-filled fourteen year old girl--it was a great piece of literature. Our mentor was not able to give back the copy of our short stories to us, she also did not give back the poems we passed. Too bad our computer back then got broken and I was not able to save my work. The words I was once proud of just got lost in a chip of our broken computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRAWING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuaFc9GzKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4t3kKpO2uQY/s1600-h/chatbox.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110347620644474018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuaFc9GzKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4t3kKpO2uQY/s400/chatbox.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also in that year I was an artist, I joined a club. Our moderator was my older sister's best friend so it was fun. She was studying Fine Arts in UP at that time. She made us draw and draw and draw and me and my friends enjoyed it. Drawing is one of the common things I have with my closest friends. We enjoyed it, it didn't feel like some kind of a requirement--you know, something you do just because you have to--it was a hobby. It was our hobby. It WAS my hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite medium back then was the oil pastel. I think it still is my favorite medium for drawing. I spent a hundred and fifty pesos of my own money to buy a 36 color set of&lt;br /&gt;oil pastels. I used it for my artworks that was later on posted on the billboard that served as a "gallery" of our works. One of my work was a view from our grilled windows, outside was our bouganvilla plant in full bloom. That drawing was my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuYcs9GzGI/AAAAAAAAACc/LZ_vKOYxa3Q/s1600-h/ialsoappearin.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110345821053176930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuYcs9GzGI/AAAAAAAAACc/LZ_vKOYxa3Q/s400/ialsoappearin.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My second year in high school was also full of music. It was the year we were to learn how to play the guitar at the end of the music class. We should be able to play a song in the&lt;br /&gt;guitar. We were required to. I had singing sessions and guitar tutoring sessions with my friends. I learned to play many songs in the guitar. It was inspiring. Nowadays, whenever&lt;br /&gt;I try to play a new song, I am not able to. The ones I learned back then are still the ones I can play until now. I can't play a new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Music filled my life then. It still is a part of my life until now. But back then it was different, it was a passion.&lt;br /&gt;I bought the albums of the two of my all-time favorite bands with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuY3M9GzHI/AAAAAAAAACk/HCG7D77014Y/s1600-h/ialsoappearinmultiply.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110346276319710322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuY3M9GzHI/AAAAAAAAACk/HCG7D77014Y/s400/ialsoappearinmultiply.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt; my own money which was a pain in my pocket but was certainly worth it. I listened to the CDs every chance I got. I also had a habit of listening to it everyday before sleeping. I memorized all the lines to all the songs in those two albums. They are my prized possesions. Now it has been months since I last heard those too familiar songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I grew older, my experiences in high school taught me that real life is harsh. There are a lot of bad things out there and it is important to be aware of them to be wiser and&lt;br /&gt;battle the complicated consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The negative part of life got in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lost my idealism, I lost my creativity, I lost my drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As some people might remember, I HAD the corniest jokes there is and I enjoy telling them because people laugh. They laugh partly because of the joke but more on because of how I tell the joke. I was a happy happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Some days, I still have those inspired, happy happy mode, but not so much as I have been in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A homework for our Botany Lab class showed that I am right-brained. My right brain is evidently bigger than my left brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Where did my right brain go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Off to vacation I guess, but it's still there, I wish it would come back soon. Well rested and better than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;+ ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6102081194756545144-4162649240779614720?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/4162649240779614720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=4162649240779614720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/4162649240779614720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/4162649240779614720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/09/attempt-to-write-emo.html' title='An attempt to write (emo)'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RuuZhs9GzII/AAAAAAAAACs/ckoJcEijlXk/s72-c/blogarchive_.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-8103667344066388276</id><published>2007-08-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:53:03.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desiderata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the walk'/><title type='text'>THE WALK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So. It. Has. Been. A. Loooong. Loooooong. While.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I haven't been able to tell stories about my life because finally I have a life! Haha joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;College is eating up my time and my online time is mostly just for homeworks, research, blockmates and orgs so I haven't been able to do my regular rounds of blog-hopping and commenting. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Today was really good. I have been down lately and my mother reminded me of the "DESIDERATA". Oh how I have taken it for granted and think of it as such an overrated piece of literature. It was even made into a song that I frequently hear playing on my father's radio station (RJ 100.3). I memorized a part of it because of that song. My mom made me read it again (it is hanged against our wall) and I actually got goosebumps. I was amazed at how it answered all my questions and doubts about life. And also thanks to my mom for making me realize it. Yeah, I know, I'm getting sentimental. :'(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Here, read it. It might shed some light on you, whoever you are reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and haste,and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;and listen to others,even the dull and the ignorant;they too have their story.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons,they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you compare yourself with others,you may become vain and bitter;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep interested in your &lt;em&gt;own career&lt;/em&gt;, however humble;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.Exercise caution in your business affairs;for the world is full of trickery.But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;many persons strive for high ideals;and everywhere life is full of heroism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Be yourself.Especially, do not feign affection.Neither be cynical about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perennial as the grass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,gracefully surrendering the things of youth.Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,be gentle with yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You are a child of the universe,no less than the trees and the stars;you have a right to be here.And whether or not it is clear to you,no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,whatever you conceive Him to be,and whatever your labors and aspirations,in the noisy confusion of life &lt;em&gt;keep peace with your soul.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,it is still a beautiful world.Be cheerful.Strive to be happy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on to a different topic. So the Hanson (yes, the mmmmmbop) has a new album and they need people to now about it, so they asked fans, yep, like me to advertise for them through a contest. So here it is. Please click on the banner and know more about their new album. I'm telling you people they're great musicians and the long hair and the squeaky voices are so long gone (as you probably might've seen in their song "Penny and Me"). They're all new and all good--and now with an advocacy towards humanitarian issues which is greeaat &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hanson.net/site/hanson/link/1/98245"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hanson wants to write a song just for me!" src="http://www.hanson.net/images/hanson/contest/300x300.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Actually, to help me win, all you have to do is click it (please, whoever you are). Knowing more about the band is up to you, but I highly recommend it. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;+ Leng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;[edit:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;COOL!  Hanson's "The Walk" ranked number 4 (as of August 5) in the &lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/bbcom/charts/chart_display.jsp?g=Albums&amp;f=Top+Independent+Albums"&gt;billboards top indie albums&lt;/a&gt; and number 1 (number ONE!!) in the &lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/bbcom/charts/chart_display.jsp?g=Albums&amp;f=Top+Internet+Albums"&gt;top internet albums chart&lt;/a&gt;!  And also in their first week which is this week their album ranked 56 in the &lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/bbcom/charts/chart_display.jsp?f=The+Billboard+200&amp;pageNumber=Top+51-100&amp;amp;g=Albums"&gt;Billboards 200&lt;/a&gt;.  GREAT!  Yey!  The advertising is paying off!  Hope they'd continue climbing the charts. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-8103667344066388276?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/8103667344066388276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=8103667344066388276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/8103667344066388276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/8103667344066388276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/08/walk.html' title='THE WALK'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-5106179891975681622</id><published>2007-06-22T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:58:14.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Eherm, movies</title><content type='html'>NIKKI! Sa wakas! Natapos ko na rin ito! Wala kasing pasok ngayon eh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do note that I answered this with a really disoriented orientation. So uhm. Tever. Haha “tever”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules: Italicize the ones you've seen and Bold the ones you actually liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Titanic (1997) - $600,779,824&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Star Wars (1977) - $460,935,665&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982) - $434,949,459&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace (1999) - $431,065,444&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Spider-Man (2002) - $403,706,375&lt;br /&gt;6. Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, The (2003) - $377,019,252&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Passion of the Christ, The (2004) - $370,025,697&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Jurassic Park (1993) - $356,784,000&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Shrek 2 (2004) - $356,211,000&lt;br /&gt;10. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The (2002) - $340,478,898&lt;br /&gt;11. Finding Nemo (2003) - $339,714,367&lt;br /&gt;12. Forrest Gump (1994) - $329,691,196&lt;br /&gt;13. Lion King, The (1994) - $328,423,001&lt;br /&gt;14. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001) - $317,557,891&lt;br /&gt;15. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The (2001) - $313,837,577&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones (2002) - $310,675,583&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi (1983) - $309,125,409&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Independence Day (1996) - $306,124,059&lt;br /&gt;19. Pirates of the Caribbean (2003) - $305,411,224&lt;br /&gt;20. Sixth Sense, The (1999) - $293,501,675&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21. Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) - $290,158,751&lt;br /&gt;22. Home Alone (1990) - $285,761,243&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Matrix Reloaded, The (2003) - $281,492,479&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. Shrek (2001) - $267,652,016&lt;br /&gt;25. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002) - $261,970,615&lt;br /&gt;26. How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) - $260,031,035&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Jaws (1975) - $260,000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. Monsters, Inc. (2001) - $255,870,172&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. Batman (1989) - $251,188,924&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Men in Black (1997) - $250,147,615&lt;br /&gt;31. Toy Story 2 (1999) - $245,823,397&lt;br /&gt;32. Bruce Almighty (2003) - $242,589,580&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;33. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) - $242,374,454&lt;br /&gt;34. Twister (1996) - $241,700,000&lt;br /&gt;35. My Big Fat Greek Wedding (2002) - $241,437,427&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;36. Ghost Busters (1984) - $238,600,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;37. Beverly Hills Cop (1984) - $234,760,500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;38. Cast Away (2000) - $233,630,478&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;39. Lost World: Jurassic Park, The (1997) - $229,074,524&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Signs (2002) - $227,965,690&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Rush Hour 2 (2001) - $226,138,454&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;42. Mrs. Doubtfire (1993) - $219,200,000&lt;br /&gt;43. Ghost (1990) - $217,631,306&lt;br /&gt;44. Aladdin (1992) - $217,350,219&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;45. Saving Private Ryan (1998) - $216,119,491&lt;br /&gt;46. Mission: Impossible II (2000) - $215,397,30&lt;br /&gt;47. X2 (2003) - $214,948,780&lt;br /&gt;48. Austin Powers in Goldmember (2002) - $213,079,163&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Back to the Future (1985) - $210,609,762&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;50. Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (1999) - $205,399,422&lt;br /&gt;51. Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991) - $204,843,350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;52. Exorcist, The (1973) - $204,565,000&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;53. Mummy Returns, The (2001) - $202,007,640&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;54. Armageddon (1998) - $201,573,391&lt;br /&gt;55. Gone with the Wind (1939) - $198,655,278&lt;br /&gt;56. Pearl Harbor (2001) - $198,539,855&lt;br /&gt;57. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989) - $197,171,806&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;58. Toy Story (1995) - $191,800,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;59. Men in Black II (2002) - $190,418,803&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;60. Gladiator (2000) - $187,670,866&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937) - $184,925,485&lt;br /&gt;62. Dances with Wolves (1990) - $184,208,848&lt;br /&gt;63. Batman Forever (1995) - $184,031,112&lt;br /&gt;64. Fugitive, The (1993) - $183,875,760&lt;br /&gt;65. Ocean's Eleven (2001) - $183,405,771&lt;br /&gt;66. What Women Want (2000) - $182,805,123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;67. Perfect Storm, The (2000) - $182,618,434&lt;br /&gt;68. Liar Liar (1997) - $181,395,380&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Grease (1978) - $181,360,000&lt;br /&gt;70. Jurassic Park III (2001) - $181,166,115&lt;br /&gt;71. Mission: Impossible (1996) - $180,965,237&lt;br /&gt;72. Planet of the Apes (2001) - $180,011,740&lt;br /&gt;73. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984) - $179,870,271&lt;br /&gt;74. Pretty Woman (1990) - $178,406,268&lt;br /&gt;75. Tootsie (1982) - $177,200,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Top Gun (1986) - $176,781,728&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;77. There's Something About Mary (1998) - $176,483,808&lt;br /&gt;78. Ice Age (2002) - $176,387,405&lt;br /&gt;79. Crocodile Dundee (1986) - $174,635,000&lt;br /&gt;80. Home Alone 2: Lost in New York (1992) - $173,585,516&lt;br /&gt;81. Elf (2003) - $173,381,405&lt;br /&gt;82. Air Force One (1997) - $172,888,056&lt;br /&gt;83. Rain Man (1988) - $172,825,435&lt;br /&gt;84. Apollo 13 (1995) - $172,071,312&lt;br /&gt;85. Matrix, The (1999) - $171,383,253&lt;br /&gt;86. Beauty and the Beast (1991) - $171,301,428&lt;br /&gt;87. Tarzan (1999) - $171,085,177&lt;br /&gt;88. Beautiful Mind, A (2001) - $170,708,996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;89. Chicago (2002) - $170,684,505&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;90. Three Men and a Baby (1987) - $167,780,960&lt;br /&gt;91. Meet the Parents (2000) - $166,225,040&lt;br /&gt;92. Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991) - $165,500,000&lt;br /&gt;93. Hannibal (2001) - $165,091,464&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Catch Me If You Can (2002) - $164,435,221&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;95. Big Daddy (1999) - $163,479,795&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;96. Sound of Music, The (1965) - $163,214,286&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;97. Batman Returns (1992) - $162,831,698&lt;br /&gt;98. Bug's Life, A (1998) - $162,792,677&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004) - $161,963,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Waterboy, The (1998) - $161,487,252&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some movies that I saw when I was still a wee tyke so I pretty much don’t remember how I liked it, maybe I did but would I still have liked it if I watched it today? Huwaw, rhetoricalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t watched really good ones there…yet. I plan to in the near future. At least I’ve watched Titanic. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name a movie that you have seen more than 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now really, 10 times, that’s a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve only seen “A Walk to Remember” 6 times, yeah hopeless, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I make sure I see movies at least twice and if I really like it, thrice and if I really really like it I’d buy a copy, VCDs, DVDs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name a movie that you’ve seen multiple times in the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Chronicles of Narnia” , my crazy sister and I watched it in different cinemas in fact.&lt;br /&gt;“Constantine”, I watched it once and then went back the next week and watched it two times again.&lt;br /&gt;“Million Dollar Baby”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name an actor that would make you more inclined to see a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp, Tom Hanks, Leonardo di Caprio, Brad Pitt, Reese Witherspoon, Mark Wahlberg, Mark Rufallo, Bruce Willis, Matt Damon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name an actor that would make you less likely to see a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local action stars. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name a movie that you can and do quote from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmm. Can’t think of any really. Gosh, my brain’s all dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name a movie musical that you know all of the lyrics to all of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“High School Musical”. Yeah baby. *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name a movie that you have been known to sing along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mean soundtracks…”10 Things I Hate About You”, “A Walk to Remember”, “13 Going on 30”&lt;br /&gt;8. Name a movie that you would recommend everyone see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one’s hard. Leo D. movies. “Blood Diamond”, “The Departed”. I’m sure I can think of others. SHeesh I can feel my brain evaporating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name a movie that you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO MANY TO MENTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Name an actor that launched his/her entertainment career in another medium but who has surprised you with his/her acting chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHHHH. *drooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever seen a movie in a drive-in? If so, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ni Nikki, di uso yan sa Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever made out in a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zero” ako eh. But I’d never do that. Eeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Name a movie that you keep meaning to see but just haven’t yet gotten around to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oceans franchise.&lt;br /&gt;"A Beautiful Mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever walked out of a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, sayang sa pera noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Name a movie that made you cry in the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mababaw ang luha ko eh. So halos lahat ng nakakalungkot naiiyak ako, pero quiet tears naman. Walang kasamang hikbi. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my wallet permits it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How often do go to the movies (as opposed to renting them or watching them at home)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the theater for movies that are better watched in the theater. Duh. You know, ones with really great special effects and sound effects like action/adventure movies. I usually don’t watch dramas in the theater, they are better watched at home while lying on the couch, crying my heart out…you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What’s the last movie you saw in the theater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Spiderman 3”. Obviously, I haven’t been near a movie theater.&lt;br /&gt;19. What’s your favorite/preferred genre of movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like most movie genre, it depends on the quality of the movie, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What’s the first movie you remember seeing in the theater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aladdin”, I was 2 years old, *getting nostalgic*, I can still remember that day, we brought ice cream after. And then when we got home there was a black-out so we had to eat the ice cream right away cause we can’t use the freezer. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What movie do you wish you had never seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is the weirdest movie you enjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Twelve Monkeys”. This one’s nice. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is the scariest movie you’ve seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, all scary movies scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is the funniest movie you’ve seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Napoleon Dynamite” This movie’s memorable for me too, we watched it on HBO while in bed cause I’m sick and I still don’t know that I have dengue. I feel awfully sick but I got to laugh my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;“The Hot Chick” was really funny too. A lot of movies are funny for me. I’m really a bad critic cause I like things too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write about how much addicted you are towards something.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t forget to include the percentage of ‘addictedness’ towards that thing.&lt;br /&gt;3. All with one condition. The total percentage must reach 100%.&lt;br /&gt;4. You MUST tag others and continue tagging but please don’t forget to explain the rules and please notify that person so that they know they had been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addictions vary frequently. Mmmm. Sorry can’t do this. It’s also for my security. Haha. I get addicted to people, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-5106179891975681622?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/5106179891975681622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=5106179891975681622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/5106179891975681622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/5106179891975681622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/06/eherm-movies.html' title='Eherm, movies'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-8581956117155486391</id><published>2007-06-10T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:54:04.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ateneo orsem 2007'/><title type='text'>GO BLOCK Y!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rmv0xPMLaJI/AAAAAAAAACM/p2dadas0thk/s1600-h/DSC09453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074418531891374226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rmv0xPMLaJI/AAAAAAAAACM/p2dadas0thk/s400/DSC09453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When really memorable experiences happen I tend to write less about details. I can't quite explain every detail for each word would be an understatement. Whoa. Andrama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;ANG SAYA NG TATLONG ARAW NG ORSEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We felt very welcomed. Atenista na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;At pagkatapos ng kasiyahan eh madugong pag-aaral na. Baka nga makalimutan ko na yung kasiyahang dinulot ng OrSem pag nagsimula na ang mga gawaing pampaaralan. Baka lang...kasi...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;BANANA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And did I mention that I got to hold Yael Yuzon's hand for like 5 seconds. Hmm. Well, you might not really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;CHUGA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kudos to our TnTs and LOGs =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-8581956117155486391?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/8581956117155486391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=8581956117155486391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/8581956117155486391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/8581956117155486391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/06/go-block-y.html' title='GO BLOCK Y!'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rmv0xPMLaJI/AAAAAAAAACM/p2dadas0thk/s72-c/DSC09453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-5190401923209521554</id><published>2007-06-04T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:31:55.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the simpsons quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family guy quote'/><title type='text'>Anxiety's killing me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To keep this this alive, I leave you a quote from "Family Guy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter:&lt;/strong&gt; If you could be stranded on a desert island with any woman in the world, who would it be? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quagmire:&lt;/strong&gt; Taylor Hanson. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe Swanson:&lt;/strong&gt; Taylor Hanson is a guy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quagmire:&lt;/strong&gt; [Laughs] You guys are yankin' me. "Hey, let's put one over on Quagmire." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter:&lt;/strong&gt; No, he's actually a guy, Quagmire. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quagmire:&lt;/strong&gt; What? That's insane. That's impossible. [Pause] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quagmire:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh God. Oh my God. I've got all these magazines. Oh God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'd throw a "The Simpsons" quote too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homer:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you saying you're never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa:&lt;/strong&gt; No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homer:&lt;/strong&gt; Ham? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa:&lt;/strong&gt; No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homer:&lt;/strong&gt; Pork chops? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa:&lt;/strong&gt; Dad, those all come from the same animal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homer:&lt;/strong&gt; Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-5190401923209521554?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/5190401923209521554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=5190401923209521554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/5190401923209521554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/5190401923209521554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/06/anxietys-killing-me.html' title='Anxiety&apos;s killing me'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-7690542093702170351</id><published>2007-05-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:34:09.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='statement shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observations'/><title type='text'>Blast from the past: "Mga Tao Nga Naman"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here's a post from my old xanga site. Dated July 12, 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think no one was able to read it. So at least here, there are a couple of people who actually care to read my ramblings. Thank you to all of you...uhhmm..."all" means three people, Angel, Nikki and Eipp. And maybe there are others who lurk around not wanting to be noticed. My advice to you, cross the line or forever stare at it. Or maybe no one's lurking at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;This was supposed to be a series of somekind but after writing this one I couldn't think of another "Mga Tao Nga Naman" topic. Talk about one-hit wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MGA TAO NGA NAMAN...anong sinasabi ng t-shirt mo? (by Leaisagoodgirl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakakita na ba kayo ng isang taong naka-Retro shirt? Malamang, kasi kung hindi pa ewan ko nalang. Let us define Retro shirt. Retro means reviving or harking back to the past. A shirt is an upper-body garment, often having a collar and sleeves. Ang kadalasang Retro shirt na nakikita ko (at meron ako) ay yung baby tee na pwedeng pambabae at panlalaki, na kadalasan ay may ibang kulay na lining sa sleeve at collar tapos ay may 'statement' o kaya may pangalan o picture ng mga banda. Kadalasang nabibili sa Artwork, American Blvd., sa mga tiangge at sa halos lahat ng tindahan ng damit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakit ba ako nagpapaliwanag tungkol sa mga Retro shirt? Kasi po minsan ay ito ang pinagmumulan ng pagkilatis (minsan ay panunuligsa) ko sa mga tao. At may mga 'experiments' akong gustong gawin balang araw pag kumapal kapal pa ang mukha ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Mga taong naka statement shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experiment 1A&lt;br /&gt;*nakakatanaw ng isang babaeng naka statement shirt**nakita ang nakasulat sa t-shirt (take note: across the &lt;u&gt;chest&lt;/u&gt;) niya: "THESE BABIES DEFY GRAVITY"*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lumapit sa babae*&lt;br /&gt;AKO: Excuse me, miss, can you explain to me what your shirt says?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISS HER-BABIES-DEFY-GRAVITY: *tinignan at binasa* These babies deffie gravity. Hehehe..uhmmm...uhhh...anu ibig sabihin ng deffie?&lt;br /&gt;TSK. TSK. TSk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experiment 1B&lt;br /&gt;*nakakita ng isang lalaking naka statement shirt**"RETRO SUCKS" ang nakasulat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;AKO: Retro sucks huh, nice, how ironic, retro sucks but you're wearing a retro shirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISTER IRONIC: Haha, Cool ba? Keeeewwwwlll? Salamat. *napaisip: anu kaya ibig sabihin ng ironic? bakal..? she's wErd....Ayoko nga ng retro eh, kulit naman.*&lt;br /&gt;TSK. TSK. TSk.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Pano pag nakasulat na pala sa t-shirt mo 'i lab manure'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Mga taong naka t-shirt na may pangalan/emblem/picture ng banda &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experiment 2A&lt;br /&gt;*Ui ui! may lalaki, naka Beatles shirt, KEWL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;AKO: Hey! You're a fan of the Beatles?BEATLEs FAN KUNO: Oh yeah!AKO: Betcha know their songs...sample naman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEATLEs FAN KUNO: hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AKO: Anu nalang mga favorite mo..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEATLEs FAN KUNO: Ikaw muna.AKO: Shucks...madami eh...if I fell, nowhere man, yellow submarine, obladioblada, i should've known better, act naturally, i wanna hold your hand, eight days a week, and i love her, help, you've got to hide your love away, we can work it out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*dahan dahang siyang umalis para maiwasan ang mahabang interogasyon tungkol sa Beatles dahil alam niyang wala siyang masasagot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experiment 2B&lt;br /&gt;*May lalaki nanaman...naka Van Halen shirt, ui may kasama! Naka Led Zep!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;AKO: Uy, naks rakista ah, kwentuhan niyo naman ako bout THE music. Di ko na po kasi naabutan yang mga bandang yan eh. *tinuro ang mga t-shirt*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I-LAB-YU-KUYA-GUY 1: hehe, sa kuya ko toh eh, la na kasi akong damit. BABAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I-LAB-YU-KUYA-GUY 2: Pareho kami ng kuya. hehe. BABAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Comment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_______________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay. Mga tao nga naman. Pero di ko naman nilalahat, may mga tao namang alam ang kanilang mga sinusuot. Siyempre dapat naman talaga alam natin ang suot natin dahil sa paglalakad-lakad mo diyan sa tabi tabi di naman lahat ng tao kilala ka. Lam mo yun. Pero pag nakausap ka na nila tas wala kang masabi tungkol dun sa t-shirt mo-na proud na proud kang ibalandra sa harap ng tao-eh, ikaw rin yung mapapahiya. Nakakainsulto pa minsan dun sa mga taong-for example-fan talaga ng the Beatles (Bat ba kasi bigla biglang nilagay sila uli sa mga t-shirt, notebook at sa kung anu ano pa?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di ko rin toh sinusulat para manlait ng kung sino, kasi pag sinabi kong "tao", kasama ako dun, tao rin ako noh. Ako rin naman may mga retro shirt, tulad nung isa naka sulat "Fashion Fanatic". Minsan iniisip ko, fashion fanatic ba ko? Di naman, pero sinusuot ko pa rin kasi wala na kong ibang masuot (totoo, promise), tsaka binili ko yun kasi mura. At kung may magtanong sakin kung fashion fanatic ba ako kasi suot ko yun. Sasabihin ko, "hinde" tapos. May isa pa kong shirt yung Berlin University, parang college shirt, eh di naman ako sa Berlin nag-aaral, eh sa color green yung shirt eh.&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes down to it, isa lang naman ang sasabihin ko, sasabihin mo at sasabihin nating lahat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't care what you think of what I'm wearing."&lt;br /&gt;In Tagalog:&lt;br /&gt;"Wala akong pakialam kung anong tingin mo sa suot ko."&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Mga tao nga naman...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. Idadagdag ko pa sana yung mga t-shirt na may political somethings tulad ni Che Guevarra at ni Mao Tse Tung/Mao Zedong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6102081194756545144-7690542093702170351?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/7690542093702170351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=7690542093702170351' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/7690542093702170351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/7690542093702170351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/05/blast-from-past-mga-tao-nga-naman.html' title='Blast from the past: &quot;Mga Tao Nga Naman&quot;'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-6857817889406251165</id><published>2007-05-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:35:13.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><title type='text'>Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello everywho. This is just a short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And I just want to test how well you know me. Haha. Ngarrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Does anyone know where I got the title of my blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: It's from an old(?) song, well not really old, 2001 was the year. My not so secret--because about 5 people know it--all time favorite band sang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102081194756545144-6857817889406251165?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/6857817889406251165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=6857817889406251165' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6857817889406251165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/6857817889406251165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/05/trivia.html' title='Trivia'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102081194756545144.post-7319263970735186673</id><published>2007-05-29T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:27:13.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random things'/><title type='text'>A day in the life of Lea Desuasido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So, this is my first ever post here, though it was hard for me to let go of my xanga site because I have been there for almost three years. Sad, sad but I have to let it go. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;dying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now that I have a new blog, I got to think of something interesting to post. Hmmm. There's nothing interesting in my life other that my life itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So I welcome you to a detailed story of &lt;em&gt;"A Day in the Life of Lea Desuasido"&lt;/em&gt;. *TAaaadaaAAAaa* :D Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;++++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rlv_3vrSjQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZNP1MqZY5uk/s1600-h/P5290019.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069927138691550466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rlv_3vrSjQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZNP1MqZY5uk/s320/P5290019.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The first thing I heard on this day is the voice of Patrick Stump because of my alarm, I had to get up early to watch &lt;strong&gt;Miss Universe&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah. I wait for it every year. I secretly want to be a beauty queen (Well, it's not a secret now). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I watched it in Star World because they have it live not delayed-"live" like in ABS-CBN. Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwuNvrSjRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/46d1q6FbPtI/s1600-h/anna+theresa+licaros.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why I feel extra excited about this year's Miss Universe but the excitement died when the top 15 was announced and Miss Philippines did not make the cut. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069979021896486194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwvDvrSjTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fUq0Lf0M1Vs/s320/riyo+mori.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I continued watching anyway because 3 Asian women made it and I think that's good enough to continue watching plus special awards are yet to be given and the Philippines &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; win Miss Photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found Miss Tanzania, Miss Korea and Miss Japan beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA slid and landed on her butt. Is it me or it looked like it was rehearsed to make her look resilient, to impress the judges or something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fast forward &gt;&gt;&gt;and Miss Japan won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rlwv0_rSjUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/a1uCbpIbjkw/s1600-h/electric+fans.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069980091343342930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwwB_rSjVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GlSvk5gTfik/s400/electric+fans.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwwVPrSjWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1p2KYnJeDws/s1600-h/P5290020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069980422055824738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="176" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwwVPrSjWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1p2KYnJeDws/s320/P5290020.JPG" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While watching Miss Universe I practiced my mutli-tasking skills by folding laundry, cleaning 4 electric fans and downloading songs from me and my sister's &lt;strong&gt;loooong &lt;/strong&gt;list of songs that we want to download ever since &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Mind you, I haven't finished downloading, I just finished that little notepad list, the back-to-back bond paper list is still waiting. That list was written way back when Ate's still in high school. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rlwwq_rSjXI/AAAAAAAAABE/jz7jFS8li2I/s1600-h/P5290022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069980795717979506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rlwwq_rSjXI/AAAAAAAAABE/jz7jFS8li2I/s320/P5290022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ate lunch at around 1 pm, I just had 4 cuts from a Cadbury bar for breakfast so I was starving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I slept up to 3:30 pm and I was actually having second thoughts about taking a bath. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know, eeeeeew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But it was very cold with newly cleaned electric fans plus the weather. I felt "clean". Clean meaning not sticking and sweaty but there must be a million germs on me after cleaning all those fans. Hehe. =D Don't worry, I assure you, it is not my habit to go out of the house without taking a bath. But still, I know it's yucky, you people might think I'm gross by now. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwxSfrSjYI/AAAAAAAAABM/tz1pfoBZ_zg/s1600-h/P5290039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069981474322812290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwxSfrSjYI/AAAAAAAAABM/tz1pfoBZ_zg/s200/P5290039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6 pm Mama arrived from a meeting/presentation, as usual she talks to me about her boss. Hmmm. I think she doesn't want me to put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tueday nights are TV marathons for us. Mama usually reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/strong&gt;, I don't know why I usually forget about it. Good thing Mama (really) likes it. She always watch what we watch, like back then she also watched Dawson's Creek with Ate. Weird. The only thing she &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwyFPrSjcI/AAAAAAAAABs/BWwXtRxFqag/s1600-h/P5290037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982346201173442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwyFPrSjcI/AAAAAAAAABs/BWwXtRxFqag/s200/P5290037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;didn't enjoy was The OC, masyado daw "bold". Haha. So we watched One Tree Hill while eating &lt;strong&gt;Kettle Korn&lt;/strong&gt;. It's really the best popcorn ever. It's sweet and salty at the &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwxfvrSjZI/AAAAAAAAABU/vmbKC3V-oAU/s1600-h/P5290038.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;same time. Commercial?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwxpPrSjaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0Yu1YoPj-Q0/s1600-h/P5290038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069981865164836258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwxpPrSjaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0Yu1YoPj-Q0/s200/P5290038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The episode was scary but it was good. Ate was overly reacting. While we were watching One Tree Hill I had to take my father's blood pressure, it was 160/100. It was darn high, so he took his medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After OTH is &lt;strong&gt;My Name is Earl&lt;/strong&gt;. Nothing better than a good laugh. &lt;em&gt;"Look Earl, I'm an alcoholic hamster."&lt;/em&gt; Haha. After that I think we're gonna watch Which Star Are You From, then PBB2. Jologs ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rlwx1vrSjbI/AAAAAAAAABk/tAiJzrFhLU0/s1600-h/P5290035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982079913201074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rlwx1vrSjbI/AAAAAAAAABk/tAiJzrFhLU0/s200/P5290035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching PBB we usually go to our bedrooms, I don't sleep right away, I can't. Instead, I &lt;em&gt;crochet&lt;/em&gt;. Haha, ang manang noh? I'm making a new cellphone case for a "new" hand-me-down phone from Ate because she won a brand new &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwyavrSjdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/p4c0sjnbuWg/s1600-h/P5290034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982715568360914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwyavrSjdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/p4c0sjnbuWg/s200/P5290034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W880i&lt;/strong&gt; in a raffle in her office. It's so thin. Parang papel. Lucky her. I like my new phone now compared to the &lt;em&gt;2100&lt;/em&gt; that was also handed down to me. Besides crocheting, I read &lt;strong&gt;Kikomachine comics&lt;/strong&gt;. By now I've already finished both compilations. I really like Manix Abrera and his insights, though mixed with humor, he still make great points about current issues.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rlwyx_rSjeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0QDMEWjZMnA/s1600-h/P5290024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069983115000319458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rlwyx_rSjeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0QDMEWjZMnA/s200/P5290024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Better find another book to read. Besides crocheting and reading I sometimes--but not everyday--write in &lt;em&gt;my diary&lt;/em&gt; but I won't show a picture of it. You know, for security reasons. You don't wanna know those things... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besides crochet, reading and writing in my diary, I solve some &lt;strong&gt;sudoku&lt;/strong&gt; puzzles and play with my &lt;strong&gt;rubik's cubes&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apparently, I do more stuff at night. Adik ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of these activities I usually end it by praying and then sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There, that's a long read. Something to see while I fix my new blog.I'd be posting more. Don't worry I won't be making a detailed chronicle of my days again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unless you want me to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069983458597703154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/RlwzF_rSjfI/AAAAAAAAACE/iO0JA7xmIOU/s400/P5290030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O class, ano'ng sagot?" "GOD IS THE ANSWER!"&lt;/p&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Lea &lt;/span&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/6102081194756545144-7319263970735186673?l=boolengot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/feeds/7319263970735186673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102081194756545144&amp;postID=7319263970735186673' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/7319263970735186673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102081194756545144/posts/default/7319263970735186673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boolengot.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-in-life-of-lea-desuasido.html' title='A day in the life of Lea Desuasido'/><author><name>happy hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14760122049140050435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/SVXpoWCfqVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNoWMi5IX10/S220/moi_kythe.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI1n2ybHWyo/Rlv_3vrSjQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZNP1MqZY5uk/s72-c/P5290019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
