<?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-13025694</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:47:49.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am eby</title><subtitle type='html'>view me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-115980102904133598</id><published>2006-10-02T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:45.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;The Scientist&lt;br/&gt;Coldplay&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry,&lt;br/&gt;You don't know how lovely you are.&lt;br/&gt;I had to find you, tell you I need you,&lt;br/&gt;Tell you I set you apart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions,&lt;br/&gt;Oh lets go back to the start.&lt;br/&gt;Running in circles, coming in tales,&lt;br/&gt;Heads are a science apart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nobody said it was easy,&lt;br/&gt;It's such a shame for us to part.&lt;br/&gt;Nobody said it was easy,&lt;br/&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh take me back to the start.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures,&lt;br/&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart.&lt;br/&gt;Questions of science, science and progress,&lt;br/&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me,&lt;br/&gt;Oh and I rush to the start.&lt;br/&gt;Running in circles, chasing tails,&lt;br/&gt;And coming back as we are.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nobody said it was easy,&lt;br/&gt;It's such a shame for us to part.&lt;br/&gt;Nobody said it was easy,&lt;br/&gt;Noone ever said it would be so hard.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm going back to the start.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Find a guy who'll kiss you just before the traffic light turns green, who closes his eyes when he hugs you, who'll patiently wait for you after class. Wait for the one who'll smell your hair at every chance he gets, who'll wipe your sweat with his hanky, who'll sing you favorite song even if he can't carry a tune. Wait for the one who lets you rest over his shoulder, who'll give you the first and last bite on his burger, who'll squeez your hand tigher when you squezze his. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says,"..that's her." Wait for the one who occupies your dreams everynight. And when you find him, never let him go.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It took the seasons going by, to know its not my fault. I tried to be perfect, tried to be honest, tried to be everything that you ever wanted. I tried to be stronger, tried to be smarter, tried to be everything, but you...&lt;br/&gt;-Hawk Nelson&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'll take my heart back!&lt;br/&gt;-The Classic Crime&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You set your mind on cruise control, your knuckles grip the wheel and fear to let it go, love is empty, love is cruel, loving blindly breaks the rules, how could you have been a fool, its something all of us go through, you choke back tears and swallow lies, but those wiper blades wont fix your eyes, count on having clouded vision for at least a little while.&lt;br/&gt;-The Classic Crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-115980102904133598?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/115980102904133598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=115980102904133598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115980102904133598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115980102904133598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/10/being-emo.html' title='being emo'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-115750740086994437</id><published>2006-09-06T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;so fucking weird day. woke up with a huge headache ng around 8:30am (!) and my class starts at 9a. wow. anyway, buti na lang malakas ang ulan kaya may malaking excuse ako not to go anywhere.. haHAHA. :) yay go rain!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;anyway the reason why may headache ako is not because uminom ako last night (oh how I wish) pero kasi may isang certain tao na pinagpuyatan ko ng pagiisip kasi sobrang laking sakit sa ulo nya. hay. nevermind. ako rin naman ang nagssuffer eh. =(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;buti na lang talaga walang CWTS today.. I really dont feel like ascending.. ayokong mabugbog ung katawan ko ulet, especially my right shin (I sported a very purple bruise there for a week last week) and gusto ko munang magalaw ang arms ko as long as I can.. haha. labo, I dont think I made any sense.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Im supposed to be working on the ckt site, pero may katangahan akong ginawa and Im trying to fix it. -_-;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;~~~&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;stolen form &lt;a href="http://zaphodbeeblebroxy.multiply.com"&gt;ate nikki&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seven things I want to do before I die:&lt;br/&gt;1. cause someone bodily pain so great they'd cry (wahaha yeah im so eeeebil.) &lt;br/&gt;2. go backpacking through Europe&lt;br/&gt;3. devise a system to minimize poverty&lt;br/&gt;4. get recognized&lt;br/&gt;5. shave all my hair&lt;br/&gt;6. earn more money than I can spend&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teslamotors.com/"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;7. marry&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seven things I cannot do:&lt;br/&gt;1. review a week before an exam&lt;br/&gt;2. be patient&lt;br/&gt;3. lick my elbow =))&lt;br/&gt;4. sing and dance without being sintoned and awkward&lt;br/&gt;5. live without my cellphone/PC/music&lt;br/&gt;6. think on my feet&lt;br/&gt;7. block a shot&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seven things that attract me to both a boy and a girl:&lt;br/&gt;1. really nice smile &lt;br/&gt;2. amazing hair&lt;br/&gt;3. bad-ass/devil-may-care attitude&lt;br/&gt;4. intellect and wit&lt;br/&gt;5. we share the same wavelength&lt;br/&gt;6. great shoes (yikes! haha)&lt;br/&gt;7. atlethic&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seven things that I say most often:&lt;br/&gt;1. p*tang*na&lt;br/&gt;2. f*ck (yeah i've a potty mouth)&lt;br/&gt;3. hoy!&lt;br/&gt;4. damnit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're supposed to be helping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;5. tambay ka?&lt;br/&gt;6. tara, labas tayo!&lt;br/&gt;7. ok ka lang?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seven books I love to read:&lt;br/&gt;1. Art&amp;amp;Lies by Jeanette Winterson&lt;br/&gt;2. Iliad by Homer&lt;br/&gt;3. any book by Nora Roberts (haha trashy romance novel fan ako!)&lt;br/&gt;4. Harry Potter series by JKRowling&lt;br/&gt;5. Vita Brevis by Jostein Gaarder&lt;br/&gt;6. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen&lt;br/&gt;7. math17-55 book by Stewart (i forgot the title)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seven movies I could watch over and over again:&lt;br/&gt;1. Bend It Like Beckham&lt;br/&gt;2. Serendipity&lt;br/&gt;3. Ice Age2&lt;br/&gt;4. Hitch&lt;br/&gt;5. Love Actually&lt;br/&gt;6. Constantine&lt;br/&gt;7. Any korean movie. haha.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tagging everyone. :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-115750740086994437?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/115750740086994437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=115750740086994437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115750740086994437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115750740086994437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/09/waaa.html' title='waaa'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-115685567947499178</id><published>2006-08-29T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:44.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isang article from the kule</title><content type='html'>wal lang, naastigan ako sa pagsusulat nito. and ewan ko ba, i read this during eee13lec and anlakas ng tama sa akin.. ewan ko ba talaga. parang may bago akong naintindihan pero wala naman talaga. parang insight pero hindi.. labo noh? basahin mo na nga lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;DOS POR DOS&lt;br /&gt;Melane Manalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iniluluwal ng karahasan ang patuloy na karahasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula sa lipunang salamin ng tagisan sa lahat ng larangan, naipupunla sa loob ng unibersidad ang mga binhi ng dahas, na nakasandig sa iba-ibang mukha ng lakas at kapangyarihan. Sa katauhan ng mga fraternity (o kapatiran), buhay dito ang kalakarang ito na malaon nang itinatanggi ng katuwiran. Ngunit waring sadyang napatitibay pa ang paglago ng karahasan, sa pag-ugat nito sa paraan ng pagpasok at paghubog ng kanyang bawat kasapi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ng mga frat na hindi ipinanganak ang lalaki na taglay ang bersyon ng lakas at tapang na ipinagmamalaking kanilang angkin. Kaya, inaakay nila sa pag-anib ang mga mag-aaral mula umano sa dilim at kahinaan, tungo sa liwanag at tunay na kalakasan. Sa initiation at/o hazing na pumatay na sa hindi iilang mag-aaral, inaalisan ng sarili ang neophyte, na itinuturing nilang hamak o pulubi, sa pamamagitan ng pagpapahirap. Hanggang sa maramdaman ng neophyte na wala na siyang ibang malay liban sa loob ng bago niyang mga kasamahan. Hanggang hindi dumarating ang panahon upang makapaghiganti, kailangang indain ng pulubi ang sakit. At kahit hindi na niya ito makayanan, bato pa rin siyang patuloy na tatanggap sa mga hampas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ganitong paraan humihigpit ang pagbigkis ng baguhan sa buong kapatiran. Sa pag-ubos na ito sa kanyang lakas huhugutin niya ang higit na ibayong lakas na hinihingi. Hindi lalaon nang hindi ito nasusubok. Hindi na mangingimi ang dating pulubi na harapin ang mga kapwa sinanay sa sinasabing "karibal" namang frat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingguhan nang nilalaman ng ating mga balita ang kung paano nila tinambangan ang miyembro ng kabilang frat habang nag-iisa. O kung paanong muling pumutok ang gulo doon lamang sa labasan ng opisina ng UP admin na ginaganapan ng kanilang "pagbabati." Walang pakundangang sinusugatan sa buong katawan ang mga kalaban, o iniiwang mahina ang mga hindi naman dapat nasangkot, at ang mga kamukha lamang ng kanilang puntirya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ating dating pulubi - naghihintay lamang ngayon sa pasya ng kanyang panginoon na tawagin siya, at hanapin ang pinakamamababaw na dahilan upang pasiklabin ang isang laban. Madalas nilang susuungin ito nang tago ang mga mukha sa liwanag, suot ang mga itim na bonnet. Dahil wala man silang alinlangang gawin ito, hindi pa rin nila maiharap ang sarili sa sinag ng katuwiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagtataguan nila maging ang mga manunulat ng Collegian. At sa paglabas ng balita ukol sa pinakahuli nilang karahasan, kakamalin nila ang bawat kopya ng pahayagan. Mas mabuti nga namang makilala sa mga outreach program o pakikitayo ng bahay para sa mga mahihirap, na para bang maikukubli nito ang kapangahasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa susunod na araw, mangungusap sila sa mga ilang buwan pa lamang na nasalta sa UP. Dito hihimukin patungo sa "liwanag" ang mga bagong pulubi, na daranas at magpaparanas sa parehong landas. Dito mabubuhay ang mga pamamanahan ng pag-asa sa kapangyarihang ikinakabit sa pagkalalaki at lakas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihinaharap man ng katuwiran na hindi sagot sa karahasan ang karahasan, at ang tuluyang pagbalikwas sa kultura ng mga frat na kanilang nakagisnan, patuloy ang pagpasok ng bagong dugo sa kapatiran, na hindi rin naman maiiba ang kahuhubugan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hanggang sa paglabas nila ng pamantasan, patungo sa mga pinagpipitaganang luklukan sa lipunan, dala nila ang tatak ng pinanggalingang samahan. Sa katapatan sa pagkahubog sa kanyang kabataan, hindi man pisikal ang susunod na laban, isisigaw pa rin nito, sa ibang mukha, ang karahasan ng pag-abuso sa kapangyarihan. Iisiping pakikibagay lamang nila ito sa umiiral nang kawalang-katarungan sa lipunan. Sa pagkakataong ito, biktima ang nakararaming mamamayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy pa ring iluluwal ng karahasan ang karahasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano, okay noh? hay. ewan. para talagang tinamaan ako, pero duh, nde naman ako fratman diba. i felt the piece. siguro. wahaha. im not making any sense at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-115685567947499178?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/115685567947499178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=115685567947499178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115685567947499178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115685567947499178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/08/isang-article-from-kule.html' title='isang article from the kule'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-115677708814805373</id><published>2006-08-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:44.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch.</title><content type='html'>the moment you love someone you have given him the capacity to hurt you, that how much you hurt is equal to how much you have loved, that getting hurt is proportionate to having too many expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-115677708814805373?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/115677708814805373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=115677708814805373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115677708814805373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115677708814805373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/08/ouch.html' title='ouch.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-115646522691583351</id><published>2006-08-25T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:43.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lj</title><content type='html'>hmm naisip ko lang, ilipat ko kaya sa lj itong blog ko? para kasing mas naaaliw ako sa features dun eh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-115646522691583351?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/115646522691583351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=115646522691583351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115646522691583351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115646522691583351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/08/lj.html' title='lj'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-115643451885084230</id><published>2006-08-24T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:43.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song lyrics</title><content type='html'>Say It&lt;br /&gt;Mojofly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted nobody&lt;br /&gt;Coz all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;Even when the promises&lt;br /&gt;You made you broke just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I still love you,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, everything&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's something I don't wanna hear,&lt;br /&gt;Even if its something I dont wanna do&lt;br /&gt;For you, I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up late every evening&lt;br /&gt;To play with the drawing of you&lt;br /&gt;It drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I often hit my head with my shoe&lt;br /&gt;This much is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fix the day for me its great&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you say less than you should&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when Im standing near&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though you dont even care&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't sound fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a little inspiration&lt;br /&gt;[When you're down on a sunny day]&lt;br /&gt;I sit there alone thinking what I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;[But you'll never listen somehow]&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship dies in every way&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want...&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need...&lt;br /&gt;Say anything...everything...&lt;br /&gt;Even if its something I dont wanna hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted nobody&lt;br /&gt;Coz all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Belong to Me&lt;br /&gt;Jason Wade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the pyramids along the Nile&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle&lt;br /&gt;Just remember darlin all the while,&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the market place in old Algiers&lt;br /&gt;Send me photographs and souvenirs,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember when a dream appears,&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be so alone without you,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll be lonesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane,&lt;br /&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember till you're home again&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'll be so alone without you,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll be lonesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane,&lt;br /&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember till you're home again&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-115643451885084230?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/115643451885084230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=115643451885084230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115643451885084230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115643451885084230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/08/song-lyrics.html' title='song lyrics'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-115513821102223232</id><published>2006-08-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:42.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>at sobrang tagal ko nang nneglect itong blog ko.. haha. ewan ko ba, sobrang dami lang ginagawa, at recently lang ulet ako nakakapagnet ng matino.. parang lagi may kukunin lang or shit.. bleh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at eto, gagawin ko ulet. next time na lang. haHAHA. pathetic post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates: go check my photobucket in a day or two. madami nanamang pics, mostly circuit-related. :) need to change my lo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boosh doods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-115513821102223232?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/115513821102223232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=115513821102223232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115513821102223232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/115513821102223232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-115089556183036412</id><published>2006-06-21T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:41.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rappelling etal</title><content type='html'>wuhoo I finally had a real rappelling class kanina and it was F-U-N. lol :) grabe as you all may know (or not, whatev) I have this huge fear of heights that reduces me to a mere puddle of eby-jelly when faced with well, an extreme height. haha. tapos kanina pagakyat sa peak ng UP Tower, I hugged the poles sa gitna kaagad sa sobrang kabado and ayoko talagang bumitaw! haha pero ayos lang and I let go din naman and then pang third akong bumaba pero damn ung JI ko, ayaw man lang akong hawakan! he was infuriatingly calm as opposed to me, who was annoyingly shrill. which i guess ang reason why ayaw nya akong hawakan. labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i finally posted after a loooooong break. naswamp ako ng activities and school and orgs.. hay. which reminds me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things i need to get done na&lt;/span&gt; (or TINTGDNa ... tint-gDNA? haha BANGAG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog1 reading, which has 76238947pages and 2395728164things to memorize/be familiarized with; (fuckycrappybuggery)letter to our still mysterious Art Stud1 prof, starting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahal na propesor,&lt;/span&gt;(sp?) and including an introduction of self by putting the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taal na kahulugan ng inyong buong pangalan&lt;/span&gt;' and past exp with sining (ie art practices) and shit. i mean, wtf does '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taal na kahulugan&lt;/span&gt;' mean? wah. die.; rappel with Bruce and kung sino man gustong sumama *wink wink* haha; get self updated with AcadCom in UPSCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;cKt video; goto MOA; get fucking drunk for surviving two weeks of school already; rapell (again) to wear off (as if) fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT/SUN:&lt;br /&gt;-- (blessedly empty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;(ayoko nalang isulat, andami, tinatakot ko na sarili ko except for..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY NEXT WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;Superman Returns @ MOA. dont care kung sino kasama ko, basta meron. and basta mapanood ko sa MOA. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TINTGDNA&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, getting lazy. :) boosh doods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah, kay &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;math stud&lt;/span&gt;, erm, ganon talaga cya, she doesnt smile often at first. pero i guess mag icebreakers kayo, ngingiti din un. haha. and the one time na natawa cya sa amin ng todo, there existed a huge vein right in the middle of her forehead. heehee. nevermind that. pero mababa cya magbigay ng grades and strict cya sobra. &gt;.&lt; good luck! and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt;: yo man haha sorry akala ko cousin mo cya :) haha. yup, itetext ko na cya. uhm. later. haha! :) enjoy Chicago! :) gusto ko ng pics! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-115089556183036412?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114923365429921636</id><published>2006-06-02T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:41.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the gloaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the gloaming&lt;br /&gt;oh my darling&lt;br /&gt;think not bitterly of me&lt;br /&gt;it was best to leave you&lt;br /&gt;thus, dear,&lt;br /&gt;best for you&lt;br /&gt;and best for me.&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/13025694-114923365429921636?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114923365429921636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114923365429921636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114923365429921636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114923365429921636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-gloaming.html' title='in the gloaming'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114897173035911578</id><published>2006-05-30T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:41.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sacred lyrics :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HA! i finally found it. nyanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Makulay na Buhay&lt;br /&gt;Kitchie Nadal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Unti-unting napag-iiwanan ng panahon&lt;br /&gt;Sa ‘king paglalakbay&lt;br /&gt;Mula hilaga, timog, kanluran&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mapipigil marating ang kanluran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Kapalaran na ika’y matagpuan&lt;br /&gt;Taglay mo ang liwanag sa makulay na buhay&lt;br /&gt;Kapalaran na ika’y matagpuan&lt;br /&gt;Taglay mo ang liwanag sa makulay na buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inamin nararamdaman, inamin din kahit di ko kasalanan&lt;br /&gt;Saksi ang kalangitan&lt;br /&gt;Baliw man o mader and itawag mo&lt;br /&gt;Sapaso ng pag-ibig ko’y&lt;br /&gt;Di madadala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Kapalaran na ika’y matagpuan&lt;br /&gt;Taglay mo ang liwanag sa makulay na buhay&lt;br /&gt;Kapalaran na ika’y matagpuan&lt;br /&gt;Taglay mo ang liwanag sa makulay na buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coda:&lt;br /&gt;Hangad ko ay hindi magpaawa o patawarin ka&lt;br /&gt;Sa buhay na naibang telenobela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haah…ahh…aaahhh…haaa&lt;br /&gt;Haah…ahh…aaahhh…haaa&lt;br /&gt;Haah…ahh…aaahhh…haaa&lt;br /&gt;Haah…ahh…aaahhh…haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapalaran na ika’y matagpuan&lt;br /&gt;Taglay mo ang liwanag sa makulay na buhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…ahh…&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/13025694-114897173035911578?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114897173035911578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114897173035911578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114897173035911578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114897173035911578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/05/sacred-lyrics.html' title='sacred lyrics :))'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114834693432159827</id><published>2006-05-23T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:40.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i forgot to say</title><content type='html'>just reread my post last night, and woah, grabe, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;may tama ba ako?!&lt;/span&gt; whatever lodged itself into my brain to write that was certainly scary and dangerous. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mik's personal photographer&lt;/span&gt; on her birthday bash, i've uploaded the pics na on my &lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/"&gt;photobucket&lt;/a&gt;. sa may19 folder. and me thinks never ko nang uuliting maglagay ng lots of pics here sa blogger. kahit pc ko mismo naghhang kakaview ng images na un. andami pala talaga. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero i'll post my favorite one. haha. :p alam nyo sa movies, ung effect they use to denote na 'high' ang mga tao? I distinctly remember &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eurotrip&lt;/span&gt; here, and hinaze (haze) nila ung lights and pictures na parang blurry and nagbblend ang colors everywhere.. well, I've got one of Mik myself. haha ang kewl :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/may19/IMG_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o diba? kewl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to anyone who knows:&lt;/span&gt; lyrics ng theme song ng &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I LUV NY&lt;/span&gt;? haha. it's been stuck in my head ever since I first heard it.. and that was about two weeks ago? gra. help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm later pa ang math finals. aayusin ko pa ang aking deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114834693432159827?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114834693432159827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114834693432159827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114834693432159827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114834693432159827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-i-forgot-to-say.html' title='things i forgot to say'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/may19/th_IMG_1640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114830443928113050</id><published>2006-05-22T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finals nanaman</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the last day of summer classes, the day wherein all my knowledge shall be tested, the day which can make or break everything. It's *the* day, my dears. Finals day. May God have mercy upon those who deem themselves inadequate and failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having that said, I will now proceed to the Weird Thoughts section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, lagi ang all-time quote ng buhay ko ay ang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Love is not blind, it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less."&lt;/span&gt; Dati, kayang-kaya kong ipaliwanang ang ibig sabihin nyan para sa akin, kasi naniniwala ako nang buong puso dyan. Dati yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-notice ko yan kanina nung nagsagot ako ng isang survey sa Friendster, at may tanong doon tungkol sa isang quote, magbigay daw ako. Naalala ko na lagi ko daitng sinusulat yan, at iyon nga ang nilagay ko, dahil inisip ko na 'Sige na nga, for old time's sake.' Pero pagkatapos kong isulat yun, narealize ko na antagal ko nang hindi iniisip ang quote na yun.. As in nung first semester pa ata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba? Ewan ko rin eh. Naging jaded na nga ba talaga ako? Para kasi tuloy anlaki na talaga ng nagbago sa akin since ung first semester ng first year. Ibang-iba na ako ngayon. Okay, siguro hindi naman masyado, pero still, marami na talaga ang iba sa akin. Dati medyo partial pa ako sa idea of falling in love, loving and of love itself, and ngayon para sa akin ideas na lamang sila na ginawa para iexplain ang funny feeling na nararamdaman ng mga tao when they're around people they really like. It's being fixated on a person, parang obsession na rin, noh? [got the idea of fixation from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's Something About Mary&lt;/span&gt;, I watched the movie kanina with Lance and Ed at Lance's condo] Love is.. something that cannot be defined for me, although I do have opinions on what love isn't. Love is not an intense wanting to be around the person all the time, or being with that person because he/she makes you feel alive, or loving that person because it's right and logical and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once kasi I fancied myself inlove with a guy. I told myself over and over na oo nga, inlove nga ako sa kanya. And then there was this knowledge that things weren't going to last long. It was uncanny how I knew, but I just did. That what we had was a transciential sort of relationship. Hindi naman ako inlove na buong buhay ko ibibigay ko sa kanya. Hindi ko rin ibubuwis ang life ko for him to live. I don't think of him first when I wake up, or last before I go to bed. There was no spark, no magic.. at least on my side. Then there happened a series of events that emphasized the fact that I wasn't inlove with him. I got scared not because I realized that I wasn't inlove with him, but because I realized I was staying with him because I was inlove with the notion of being inlove. (Still keeping up?) I wanted us to stay together becuase I couldn't bear the thought of being left alone, of being S-I-N-G-L-E. That was the scary part, I was becoming too dependent on the relationship. I was becoming a somebody-who-would-wither-without-a-relationship-to-support-her person. So I left him. Doon nga ako nagsisisi eh, wala man lamang akong explanation sa guy. I didnt even tell him na I was leaving not because I was bored, but because I couldn't live with myself being *that*. And I thought kasi na maghahabol ung guy, so I broke up with him in the cruelest way I could imagine. (Yes, I'm a bitch.) Damn me and my stupid mouth. But I did it. I've been single since, kasi I thought I would find myself (the non-somebody-who-would-wither-without-a-relationship-to-support-her person-me) first before I entered a relationship again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did. I made myself into my worst self, aka the Bad Girl. For the whole of second sem I drank and smoked myself to death. I was this whole new me that sometimes even I couldn't recognize myself. But I loved it. I loved the fact that I was throwing people off their notion that I was not that kinda girl. (Woah, too much Jojo.) I loved that fact that I did those things just because I could. Pero somewhere along the way, I figured that what I had become wasn't really me, that was Experimental!me. So I lessened my activities a lot. Nowadays I only smoke when somebody is with me, and when I feel shitty. I drink once a month na lang. I think. :) Somebody might claim that this was because of a bet I made with somebody whom I really care about, therefore I would honor that bet, but it isn't. Okay, partly it is, but for the most part it isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about this is that I realized I could have a guy and not necessarily fall in love with him. Maybe he can make me fall, but really, I'm too much of a pessimistical cynic to fall by myself. Relationships now don't necessarily constitute of love love love. Merely two people who want the same thing: each other. Maybe we'd spend time together, get to know each other, but by the end of the day I'm not likely to wonder what he's doing at the moment. I don't know, pero sa akin kasi pag lalo akong hinahawakan, mas lumalayo ako. It's a self defense thing, me thinks. Ayoko nang maging malapit pa sa kahit sino at magdepend sa kanila. Ayoko na lang maulit na ma-inlove with the idea of being inlove, kasi ang hassle nun eh. Andami kong nasasaktan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird. May contintuity ba dun? Random thoughts I tried to peice together. Weird. Im going na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114830443928113050?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114830443928113050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114830443928113050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114830443928113050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114830443928113050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/05/finals-nanaman.html' title='finals nanaman'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114785336055293886</id><published>2006-05-17T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:39.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn crs</title><content type='html'>fuck, wala akong nakuhang math55! tska i got the eng1! aaaahhh! si sir falgui at TF7am ulet!! ahhh!!! ayoko naaa!! tas walang PE.. sad.. sana makuha ko ung other GEs na inenlist ko.. i cant wait for may22.. hay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRS results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/blog/crs.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114785336055293886?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114785336055293886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114785336055293886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114785336055293886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114785336055293886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/05/damn-crs.html' title='damn crs'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/blog/th_crs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114767703325315074</id><published>2006-05-15T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:39.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yahoo.</title><content type='html'>wokei! after a looooong time andito nanaman ako sa condo ni lance.. wuhoo! haha. san mig light. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andito ngayon sina: alex, ces(sp?), roz at cyempre, si lance! haha. shit. may tama? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko lang sabihin na andito ako. nanonood kami ng yakitate japan. kumakain ng sisig+egg+tuna+redhorse. waaa. ask lance. tsaka vcut +oishi potato chips +taquitos. haha. baliw ang mga tao dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi ed, ililibre na lang kita bukas. :) gomen. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114767703325315074?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114767703325315074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114767703325315074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114767703325315074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114767703325315074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/05/yahoo.html' title='yahoo.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114750290778840574</id><published>2006-05-13T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:39.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugod</title><content type='html'>'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sugod mga kapatid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tayo na ay magsama-sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iwagayway na ang bandera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock en roll hanggang umaga&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;-Sugod, Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2:22pm on a Saturday and i'm sitting in front of the PC. damn. something must be wrong with me.. ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decided na. i wont think about you at all, because thinking makes me jittery when im around you, and when im jittery i tend to say the damnest things. so i wont. isa pa, it's unfair that you affect me this way.. i transform into a different Eby when im around you. ive noticed that. i become subdued. i talk less. i joke less. hell, i even dont get physical(ly violent)! im just this eby-shaped-shell sitting in a corner laughing at all your jokes, making weird noises. that, my friend, is a very bad thing. im losing me. i dont want to lose me. kaya.. starting monday, i will be me. i wont care whether ma turn off ka sa akin, kasi it's just fukcing me. im really annoyed na kasi i hang out with you and i dont get to say the things i want to say, not because of you, but because im with you. your being there makes me not speak. kaya nga you always say na natatahimik na lang ako eh, even though im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moody, loud, obnoxious, and opinionated&lt;/span&gt;. sana lang talaga you'll still "love" me after next week, because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;im half in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and i dont want to lose you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114750290778840574?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114750290778840574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114750290778840574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114750290778840574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114750290778840574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/05/sugod.html' title='sugod'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114718028824997630</id><published>2006-05-09T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loop the loop</title><content type='html'>ahay, finally, a post without pictures. sana. hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not much to post here, except i've learned new pick up lines.. hehe thanks alex ces and ed.. :) ate twice na sa philcoa this week.. wala lang, sharing. The last time i went there kasi was when group DSPMAX was meeting bago pumunta sa house ni Roz eh.. hehe. i remember i was really craving a stick that day.. tas wala lang.. nangdumating ang mga tao biglang nawala ung craving.. weird.. pero pagdating don kina Roz naubos ko ung halfpack ng DJMix.. oooh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohshit now i remember i was supposed to talk to icy today. so soorrry icy. math exam today? it sucked btw. hate series. love problems. love unli. haha, walang connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason im online is because of my walking (PE) classmates.. so gtg. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114718028824997630?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114718028824997630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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way!</title><content type='html'>ang kyuuut ng talking smiley sa ad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala, got my hair cut again. sa Fanny Serrano, and ohmygosh, they cut my hair! haha. sobrang horrified ng look sa face ni Fanny + his (her?) senior stylist when they saw my hair, and then they were clucking about like mother hens arguing what was the best style for my hair. when that was over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Senior Stylist aka JunJun:&lt;/span&gt; O, hija, gusto mo lagyan natin ng onting future yang hair mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *wide-eyed* &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ano po ang future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas matagal na deadpan. haha. un pala, future==asymetric na gupit. haha, nakakatawa talaga un.. ayan tuloy, i got uneven bangs.. cool. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/IMG_1452.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/IMG_1453.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/IMG_1458.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/IMG_1463.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oha. cool hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa luuurve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114699431950554098?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114699431950554098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114699431950554098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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say my name out loud</title><content type='html'>wala lang, sasabihin ko lang ito once: go with the fukcing flow, Eby. hmm. i have to remind myself that every so often. tama na ang pagiisip. db u did that once and look where &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; ended up. fukc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puro pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture292.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture293.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zye showing off his newly-dyed hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture294.jpg" width=130px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture295.jpg" width=130px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture296.jpg" width=130px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture297.jpg" width=130px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture298.jpg" width=130px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture299.jpg" width=130px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NISMED pics. cyempre andami ng pics ni Zye. go lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture300.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinagkainan ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture301.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy feet. sobrang tan na feet ni ayisse, my own freaky feet, mik's glowing ones and partial foot ni zye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture302.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty 3rd floor, math bldg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture304.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture305.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break at wala akong magawa. cute ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture306.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! mukhang isda si mik! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture308.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflection ng golden slice. eyeball c/o ayisse. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture309.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflection ng sunkist. ahay, kitangkita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture310.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird pic ng bulletin board. cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture311.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mik Celine Mo. stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture313.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si Pampy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture314.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture315.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture316.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zye and Sison pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture318.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture320.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAGAN pics. mukha kaming tanga ni pampy sa second pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture323.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine. huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture325.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture327.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Caf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture328.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga cute people. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture329.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture330.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalawang uncentered pics. haha. anggulo kasi eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture332.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toki spider. haha. pinagtripan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture331.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture333.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture334.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture335.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture336.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. series of pics wherein tinatakot ni Celine si Mik with the spider. haha. funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114612672901273843?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114612672901273843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114612672901273843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114612672901273843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114612672901273843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/04/please-say-my-name-out-loud.html' title='please say my name out loud'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/th_Picture292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114597079876709077</id><published>2006-04-25T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:37.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOBLOG.. not! :)</title><content type='html'>this is officially a photoblog. haha, joke lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;FOUND&lt;/span&gt;: an orange doll which appears to have been some sort of key chain, at one time. haha. found inside my bag kanina. weird. maybe it got there by mistake. or im unconsciously a kleptomaniac. ewan. eto ang mugshots, pakisabi if u are/know the owner. :) thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/b64d5e40.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, other random pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/9752c9c0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;base pic ng ckt poster na pinapagawa sa akin. wala lang. sobrang ugly pa nya. nde ko magawa ung gusto ko eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/37cb2280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;beastie stencil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/b68bb3a7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zy nagpapacute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/df6b27f8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakigaya naman ako. hay nako. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/d66de9c7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aral" for mathexam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/d62422ce.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgruntled mik and zy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture267.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture270.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david kuya!raffy singit!roz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture269.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inverted notebook: my view of the pubmtg. cute ng drawing ng jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture271.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badeeeng pic ni roz. hat= gift ni lance sa mom nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture272.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue blue brown brown. zy eby mik ayisse. walang magawa sa math. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture273.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paa ko at ni mik. shet, compared to me, mik's feet are practically glowing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture274.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayisse's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture275.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zye's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture276.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so? we're cute anyway. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture278.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mik doing a Sadako impersonation.. not. haha. results ng mathexam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture281.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. nice one marge. caught this one stolen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture280.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookay, i look weird. 8-}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture282.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture283.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture284.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture285.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;series of seriously bad stolen mik and pampy shots. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture291.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onga pala, meron na akong video city memcard! wuhoo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of post. haha. lost for words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114597079876709077?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114597079876709077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114597079876709077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114597079876709077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114597079876709077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/04/photoblog-not.html' title='PHOTOBLOG.. not! :)'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/th_b64d5e40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114528397248078184</id><published>2006-04-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:36.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant.. not.</title><content type='html'>heads up. rant later. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;subject: math54 prof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;name: christina ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;codename: power ranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comment: ohfuckingbloodyandshittyhell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114528397248078184?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114528397248078184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114528397248078184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114528397248078184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114528397248078184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/04/rant-not.html' title='rant.. not.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114508977052546768</id><published>2006-04-15T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:36.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the most useless posts, EVER</title><content type='html'>because its holy week and im fasting, the heat finally got into my poor brain and killed all coherent thought. i am now posting ancient pictures taken from god knows when, just because i can. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture103.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neji-Tenten pin Roz made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture186.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sims Bustin' Out Character ko, getting it on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture171.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded me. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture181.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de-shelled shrimps. by me. haha. grabe, marunong akong mag shell ng shrimps, pero i dont eat them. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture198.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered we had the whole set of the Pond's color powder thingie. ang colorful kasi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture195.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few of the things we use to keep our body be-a-u-ti-ful. haha. [aka ang mas colorful na pic. heehee, ang kyot!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture191.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha janna killed me when she found out i took this picture. btw, those are fanfics she's reading. just so you guys know. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture192.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jordan annoyed at me coz im annoying him. =p playing sonic riders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture183.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jordan playing, alyssa at the sidelines. both hiding from the horde of guests that never seem to leave. or, if they do, some other people [or family] comes and takes their place before we can notice. yes, its been a hectic holy week. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture106.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limited edition beach hut carabiner. and yes, i did buy it for the carabiner. and the orange bottle. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/Picture149.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookay, now janna would *really* kill me if she found out i posted this here. haHAHA. feeling vain on a rainy morning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114508977052546768?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114508977052546768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114508977052546768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114508977052546768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114508977052546768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-of-most-useless-posts-ever.html' title='one of the most useless posts, EVER'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/th_Picture103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114491506153174904</id><published>2006-04-13T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:35.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!</title><content type='html'>I've just finished uploading a few of the pics Mo took when we were making Celine's shirt at DH. So here they are, and enjoy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/bee010.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/bee013.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/bee023.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/bee014.jpg" width=250px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captions, clockwise starting upper left: Astig ang stencil pag bg ang brown!; Finished product; bakit kasi kailangang ipagtabi? haha.; me modelling for Mo. Pizza on the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madami pa yan, tinatamad lang akong iupload.. :) eto nga pala ung The First BeeShirt that I made. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/bee001.jpg" width=500px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astig no? kaso nga lang nde ko kamukha. hahaa. look at previous post para makita ung mas kamukha ko. :) maygad, i look like a stoic shadow-y senti person. @.@ haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114491506153174904?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114491506153174904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114491506153174904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114491506153174904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114491506153174904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/04/pictures.html' title='pictures!'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/th_bee010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114485741115911014</id><published>2006-04-12T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:35.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout!</title><content type='html'>ayan! after a loong loong time i finally changed my layout. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only problem is my photobucket wont upload the pics, so im editing them again. gralala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summerrr na! enrolled na ako!! people, beach tayo!! haha labo nun ah. pero in fairness im looking forward to the weekend trips my family makes sa beach. ohyeah. ive never appreciated them as much as now. or every summer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bed looks clean. dunno why. must be the sacrifice thing. haha. sacrifice == having a clean bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic! stencilled (sp?) me. kamukha ko ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/Picture117.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/Picture116.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left:pencil&lt;br /&gt;right:paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malamang nde, pero la lang. this is what came out when i used paint and did it on the shirt na eh. haha, anlayo ng hitsura. i made another one pero i havent got a pic of it yet. some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114485741115911014?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114485741115911014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114485741115911014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114485741115911014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114485741115911014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-layout.html' title='new layout!'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/th_Picture117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114468374483376467</id><published>2006-04-10T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:35.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grades suck.</title><content type='html'>ookay, grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng12 - 2.25&lt;br /&gt;math53 - 2.5 [wuhoo!!! :))]&lt;br /&gt;eee11- 2.5 [shet! tangina! pumasa ako!]&lt;br /&gt;chem16 - 2.5 [okay, nagsisisi ako dito. :| ]&lt;br /&gt;eee31 - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, ayos ang grades ko. pero wala lang. sayang eh. dapat mga 2 or above ako sa chem, if only pumapasok ako [ for the quizzes ] at sa eng12 if pumapasok din ako. :| see the trend? ohwell, in anycase, I'm happy the way my grades are. nakapanhihinayang lang. parang last sem, isa lang line of 2 ko, [ 2.25 ] sa kas2 pa, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was understandable. i mean, helloO?? eh ipagmemorize ka daw ba ng isang libro ng handouts na kasing kapal ng tcwag?! nakakainis talaga un. tas ngaun.. leche, nde na tuloy ako CS. bah. i swear, magiging CS ulet ako. or baka nga US pa .. [ haha asa eby asa ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was enrolment day and my feet are bleeding. :| gotta sleep it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114468374483376467?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114468374483376467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114468374483376467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114468374483376467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114468374483376467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/04/grades-suck.html' title='grades suck.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114381441262248583</id><published>2006-03-31T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:34.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i before e</title><content type='html'>except when its weird. hahaa, tama naman eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which.. weird night. jordan throws up, so the sisters and i have to clean up, *ugh, really gross* pero mom made us do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'u need to know how to clean those kind of messes, babae kayo eh!'&lt;/span&gt; like, oookei. so why doesnt jordan clean his own puke? im not ranting, wala lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the sisters and i are outside kasi we were getting rags.. tas alyssa just runs towards the rocks and starts dry-heaving. then she runs back, hugs me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screams&lt;/span&gt;. and motherfuckingshit, im having trouble hearing right now. grabe she can really scream if she puts her mind to it.. anyway, the reason she screamed was because there was a roach on the rocks.. hahaa funny but painful for me too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what else is new? i watched 3movies in 3days :) ohyeah. and i didnt pay for the last two. thanks JC! thanks mom! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.. here's a pic of JC and Celine and me @ Icebergs.. cyempre nagpa-pic kami sa waitress :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/Picture026.jpg" width=500px/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go. watched she's the man that day, and OMFG, the guy was sooo hot :D~ drool talaga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas kanina sister janna and i watched just friends.. tas sayang, i almst convinced mom i *needed* to watch v for vendetta. sayang talaga. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114381441262248583?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114381441262248583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114381441262248583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114381441262248583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114381441262248583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-before-e.html' title='i before e'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/th_Picture026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114363624219410703</id><published>2006-03-29T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:34.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice age2</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2951/posters/poster1_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hahaa.. sorbang astig ng movie :) go watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114363624219410703?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114363624219410703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114363624219410703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114363624219410703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114363624219410703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/ice-age2.html' title='ice age2'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114346484121489166</id><published>2006-03-27T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:33.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grar</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/IMG_0715.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" width=500px&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went kay lance to do pampy's vid. oist pampy, kitams? love kita. :) hahaa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see background? red horse+ san mig light+ chips. accomplishment for myself to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: i drank a whole bottle of beer. wuhoo! :) normally i cant even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stomach a whole bottle, coz i really dont like the taste, pero wtfh, it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was soooo hot kanina and hell, i just felt like drinking. kaysa naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumagay akong magisa ng gsm blue. owel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i wasnt pissed. astig lang talaga ung lighting sa condo ni lance eh. i *had* to take a picture.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. still dont have a fucking mp. hm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math53 consultation tomorrow after lunch. :) sana pumasa ako..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114346484121489166?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114346484121489166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114346484121489166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114346484121489166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114346484121489166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/grar.html' title='grar'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/vain%20me/th_IMG_0715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114336998933662469</id><published>2006-03-26T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:32.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Your Existing Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to exert the effort to achieve her objectives. Feels neglected, desiring greater security, warm affection, and fewer problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Your Stress Sources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delights in the tasteful, the gracious, and the sensitive, but maintains her attitude of critical appraisal and refuses to be swept off her feet unless genuineness and integrity can be absolutely vouched for. Therefore keeps a strict and watchful control on her emotional relationships as she must know exactly where she stands. Demands complete sincerity as a protection against her own tendency to be too trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Your Restrained Characteristics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances are such that she feels forced to compromise for the time being if she is to avoid being cut off from affection or from full participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is preventing her from establishing herself, but she feels she must make the best of things as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to calm down and unwind after a period of over-agitation which has left her listless and devoid of energy. In need of peace and quiet; becomes irritable if this is denied him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Your Desired Objective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes that ties of affection and good-fellowship will bring release and contentment. Her own need for approval makes her ready to be of help to others and in exchange she wants warmth and understanding. Open to new ideas and possibilities which she hopes will prove fruitful and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Your Actual Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intensely critical of the existing conditions which she feels are disorganized or insufficiently clear-cut. Is therefore seeking some solution which will clarify the situation and introduce a more acceptable degree of order and method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakakatuwa kasi una kong nabasa ung existing situation, and damnit, thats really me right now. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114336998933662469?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114336998933662469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114336998933662469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114336998933662469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114336998933662469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114330007857015425</id><published>2006-03-25T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:32.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaa. blogthings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/purple.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.&lt;br /&gt;You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Wild Drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/wild-drunk.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get enough drink. Seriously, you'll just go puke and start pounding them back again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Drunk Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Margarita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/margarita.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't just the life of the party, you are the party!&lt;br /&gt;You mix a good drink, bust out some great music, and know how to get down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mixed Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(224, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a PhD in Science (like chemistry, math, or engineering)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f0ffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/phd-science.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both smart and innovative when it comes to ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll find a cure for cancer - or develop the latest underground drug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a creative hotbed of artistic talent.&lt;br /&gt;You're always making pictures in your mind, especially when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;You are easily inspired to think colorful, interesting thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;And although it may be hard to express these thoughts, it won't always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Animal Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/animal2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Power Animal: Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal You Were in a Past Life: Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fun-seeker - an adventurous, risk-taker.&lt;br /&gt;While you are spontaneous, you are not very rational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Animal Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 247, 116);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 130&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffcca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Below Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Exceptional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Exceptional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(205, 222, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(235, 242, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardian (SJ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader.&lt;br /&gt;You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you tend to be polite and formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Classic Martini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavormartiniareyouquiz/classic-martini.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You area sophisticated drinker, who knows that simple quality is over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;You're a knowledgeable drunk, but sometimes you're a know-it-all when you're blasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never: Drink and gossip. You tend to forget who's standing right behind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal party: Has a real bartender. But no one mixes a better drink than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your drinking soulmates: those with a Chocolate Martini personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your drinking rivals: those with a Margarita Martini personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavormartiniareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Martini Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/melanoma-tan.gif" height="28" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/"&gt;What Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(205, 222, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Summer Ride is a Mini Cooper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/mini-cooper.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all about unique, one of a kind adventures.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing predictable about your summer is that it's unpredictable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/"&gt;What's Your Summer Ride?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 58% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 248, 194);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to you that your lover is very attractive. You like to have someone to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break-up usually comes as a shock to you. You always think things are going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(240, 255, 240);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114330007857015425?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114330007857015425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114330007857015425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114330007857015425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114330007857015425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahaa-blogthings.html' title='hahaa. blogthings.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114325510852179575</id><published>2006-03-25T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:31.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration</title><content type='html'>sometimes in life there are things you just cant help but hate. sometimes, they take you by surprise and suddenly your life is turned upside down. sometimes in life you encounter people who live off other people's misery, and theres nothing you can do about it but scream inside. scream, because nobody's gonna hear you anyway. &lt;b&gt;fuckshit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114325510852179575?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114325510852179575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114325510852179575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114325510852179575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114325510852179575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114268733787473623</id><published>2006-03-18T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:31.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what you mean isnt what you say</title><content type='html'>wala lang. kakabili ko lang ng gift ni roz, and may adventure cya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was browsing at a store tas i saw this toy na soobrang cute. then i was debating if un na talaga ang bibilin ko, and there was a girl na umaaligid sa likod ko. so i said to her, "ah miss, i'll take that one na" sabay turo. then tinitigan nya lang ako, tas tinutro nya ung price tag, "ayan o" tas i shook my haed and said, "kukunin ko na.." tas ginawa nya, kinuha nya sa rack sabay abot sa akin. ookay by that point i was confused na because i was accustomed na when i said "i'll get that one na" the salesperson would've gotten the thing, go to the cashier with me trailing, tas bibigay ko ung money pag babayaran na. so cge fine, puzzled smile sa girl, tas ako nagdala sa counter, tas SHIT. napansin ko na may uniform pala ung mga salesperson ng store! ack. so meaning nde saleslady ung girl, because apparently nde talaga cya nakauniform. haha. ayun, i stayed ng mga 15mins pa tuloy sa store para lang cgurado na i wont run into the girl na pinagkamalan ko.. wahaha. it was sooo embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. im failing eng12 na.. ive got a monologue na i dont know when, or where, or even what. wahaha. papasukan ko pa kaya un? haaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finals. math53 : mar29, 1130-130pm. chem16: mar30, ewan. haha. yan palang ang cgurado ko. wuhoo!! pasado ako sa eee31!!!!!!!!! sana pasado rin ako sa eee11 wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114268733787473623?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114268733787473623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114268733787473623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114268733787473623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114268733787473623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-you-mean-isnt-what-you-say.html' title='what you mean isnt what you say'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114251713883207807</id><published>2006-03-16T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:31.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uploading pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala lang. go visit &lt;a html="http://photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/"&gt;my photobucket&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) plug me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int main(){&lt;br /&gt;if(hellweek==nextweek){&lt;br /&gt;if(day==monday){&lt;br /&gt;sakit sa ulo;&lt;br /&gt;gawa ng eee31mag;&lt;br /&gt;gawa ng mp;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;else if(day==tuesday){&lt;br /&gt;sakit sa ulo;&lt;br /&gt;cram ng eee31mag;&lt;br /&gt;pasa ng eee31mag;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;else if(day==wednesday){&lt;br /&gt;sakit sa ulo;&lt;br /&gt;overnight dito sa bahay;&lt;br /&gt;gawa ng mp;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;else if(day==thursday){&lt;br /&gt;sakit sa ulo;&lt;br /&gt;cram mp;&lt;br /&gt;magwala dahil sa stress;&lt;br /&gt;cram mp;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;else if(day==friday){&lt;br /&gt;sakit sa ulo;&lt;br /&gt;pass mp;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;else if(day==saturday){&lt;br /&gt;sakit sa ulo;&lt;br /&gt;PARTY;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;else if(day==sunday){&lt;br /&gt;sakit sa ulo;&lt;br /&gt;tulog&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;return(0);&lt;br /&gt;else{&lt;br /&gt;return(0);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan ang balak kong gawin next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY ROZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/bee.jpg"&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/13025694-114251713883207807?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114251713883207807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114251713883207807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114251713883207807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114251713883207807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/uploading-pictures.html' title='uploading pictures'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/up%20everyday/th_bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114226029500807220</id><published>2006-03-13T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:30.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyp</title><content type='html'>waw. i have a take home exam due ng 830am bukas.. nde ko pa nasisimulan.. and i have no f*cking idea kung saan ipapasa. lalang. sharing. not like u care. -.- amp. drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. la na akong maisip isulat. eto na lang, galing sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hungry young poets, torpe&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wag na lang kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hari ng katorpehan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wag, wag na lang kaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi ka ba nagsasawa sa liwanag ng buwan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namamatay na ang mga rosas sa tabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi ka pa rin bumibili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nauubos na ang oras sa kahihintay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero ni sulat, ni tawag, wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ba't mo pa kailangan ng tulay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kahit ulap nagsasabing tayo'y bagay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ba't mo pa kailangang magtanong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung alam mo na, alam mo na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namamatay na ang mga rosas sa tabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hindi ka pa rin bumibili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nauubos na ang oras sa kahihintay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pero ni sulat, ni tawag, wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namamatay na ang mga rosas sa tabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hindi ka pa rin bumibili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nauubos na ang oras sa kahihintay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walang sulat ni tawag..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilisan mo na ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi tumatakbo ang tren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilisan mo na ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iiwanan ka, iiwanan -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayoko ng torpe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayoko ng torpe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayoko ng torpe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ayoko ng torpe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayoko ng torpe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ayoko ng torpe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayoko ng torpe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayoko ng torpe, pero gusto kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114226029500807220?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114226029500807220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114226029500807220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114226029500807220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114226029500807220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/hyp.html' title='hyp'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114174076509178454</id><published>2006-03-07T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:30.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>okok. this was my past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay was really long because the panel baords for the squeeeze wasnt finished yet, and we were to pull an overnighter at the cKt lounge. so we did. pero first sinamahan ko si roz in looking for a bamboo trunk.. we got on the toki para bumaba sa gym, then walk to commonwealth.. pero lans saw some gardening place just outside of nigs.. so we got off, and i was very disgruntled. haha. then punta kami dun, tas nde daw un ung kailangan namin. so sht. then sabi nya ung nasa tabi daw ng daan ung kunin namin.. SHT na malaki. ayoko nga. so sabi nya, cge, fine, lakad ulet tayo. after sometime ng paglalakad, tinanong ko cya, uh, saan ba tayo pupunta? sagot nya? sa phivolcs. anak ng @#$!$@%^!&amp;amp;*#. so nagwawala na ako dun, then may nakita kaming bilihan ng bracelets sa may knl, tas bumili ako, tas tinanong ni roz as ale kung saan nabili ung bamboo sa harap nila. wtf? tas sabi naman ng ale sa may smne. tas cge, fine, punta kami dun. iwan muna bag sa tambayan.. tas ewan, bsta si lans na at si kate ang kasama ko. tas ayun, punta sa north ave.. after nun, sht, grabe, overpriced sobra ung bamboos. punta sa pisay!!! haha. tas ayun, bili sunkist? haha. tas balik up, at gawa ng panel board. nde nga pala kami pumasok ni roz sa chemlec. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday started really early. like, 12:01am. -.- uh. bangag. then umuwi ako, paggising ko bam! may narealize ako.putangina, bakit nawawala atms ko?? yes, dears, atms with the /s/ at the end.. meaning both of them. waaaaah. kaya ayan tuloy, sobrang sabog pagpunta sa deee. get shirt, suot shirt, akyat 3rdf qz.. sit. uhh. then dumating si ed at pinaglaruan phone ko. tried to listen sa mtg.. pero walang pumasok.. kain, uwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was uneventful. kasi tulog lang ako. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.. hmm. class ng eng12. eee31.. wala si jean, so ako ngsign. :)) hahaha.. ano nga ba? ah. condo ni lans after math.. stayed there at nde pumasok ng eee11. hmm. oyeah. got drunk. kasi nawawala atms ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday [thats today!] nde pumasok ng chemlab.. kasi may hangover at nde pa gising. 9:30am na un. pota, ayun, takbo, taxi puntang math.. waaa. angsama ng pakiramdam all through out math. wahaha. tas nde rin kami pumasok ng chemlec.. again. haha. putan ckt. uwi. kita marge sa minave... haha. tas nagulat cya. :P hi marge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114174076509178454?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114174076509178454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114174076509178454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114174076509178454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114174076509178454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114148559156925590</id><published>2006-03-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:30.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha. got this somewhere..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;the instuctions are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold things which u are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;italicize things u wish u are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont do anything to the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I miss somebody right now. [hmm. cno kaya.. :))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I own lots of books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;* I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I've watched porn movies. [haha. lans? :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;* I believe honesty is usually always the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I curse sometimes. As opposed to constantly. [i dont fucking curse every bloody sentence.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;* I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I have broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;* I hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I'm paranoid at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I need/want money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;* I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I like the way that I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I slept with a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;* I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I love to shop and/or window shop. [nde halata noh..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have a cell phone. [09286339801. for those who care. :))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months. [uh, i think i did. cant remember. lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I currently like/love someone. (nyahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I want to have children in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have changed a diaper before. [and god, did it smell.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have tried alcohol or drugs before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;* I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;* I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal Blogger, you biatches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I enjoy some country music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I would die for my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;* Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;* I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I am happy at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;* Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;* Conservative Republican.&lt;br /&gt;* I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;* I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met. [what's the diff??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I can work on a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;* I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;* I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;* I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I plan on achieving a major goal/dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am proficient on a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;* I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;* I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;* I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;* I am a pyro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;br /&gt;* I fall for the worst people and have been hurt every time.&lt;br /&gt;* I adore bright colors.&lt;br /&gt;* I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;* I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I can't whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I have a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I am a caffeine junkie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder. [ha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I cosplayed or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I am ambidextrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I sleep with so many stuffed animals, I can hardly fit on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;* If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony.&lt;br /&gt;* I have terrible teeth.&lt;br /&gt;* I hate my toes.&lt;br /&gt;* I did this Meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me. [what's Meme?]&lt;br /&gt;* I have more friends on the internet than in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I have lived in either three different states or countries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I am extremely flexible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I love hugs more than kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I want to own my own business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * I spend way too much time on the computer than on anything else.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Nobody has ever said I'm normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Sad movies, games, fics and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am proficient in the use of many types firearms and combat weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I like the way women look in stylized men's suits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don't like it when people are unpleased or seem unpleased with me.&lt;br /&gt;* I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;* I have played strip poker with someone else before.&lt;br /&gt;* I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help.&lt;br /&gt;* I believe in ghosts and the paranormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I can't stand being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have at least one obsession at any given time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again. [wtf??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm a judgmental asshole.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm a HUGE drama-queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I have traveled on more than one continent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I sometimes wish my father would just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;* I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am.&lt;br /&gt;* I am a Libertarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I can speak more than one language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I would rather read than watch TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I like reading fact more than fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have no piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have spent the night in a train station or other public place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have been so upset over my physical gender that I cried. [wtf?? ulet]&lt;br /&gt;* I once spent Christmas completely alone because there was a miscommunication on which parent was supposed to have me that night.&lt;br /&gt;* I've been married and am now divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* There have been times when I have wondered "Why was I born?" and may/may not have cried over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I like most animals better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;* I own a collection of retro games consoles.&lt;br /&gt;* The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I have hit someone with a dead fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have written/read erotic stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I am compulsively honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I was born with a congenital birth defect that has never been repaired.&lt;br /&gt;* I have danced topless in front of dozens of complete strangers. And not been ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;* I have gone from wishing I was a boy to revelling in being a girl to feeling like a boy again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual sex.&lt;br /&gt;* I am unashamedly bisexual, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on.&lt;br /&gt;* I dislike milk.&lt;br /&gt;* I obsessively wash my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I always carry that something significant around with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes I'd rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair.&lt;br /&gt;* I've pushed myself to become more self-aware and thereby more aware of others.&lt;br /&gt;* Even though I live on my own I still cry sometimes because I miss my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I hand typed all the HTML tags in this document.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I've liked something which a majority of people claimed was either bad or weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I have been clinically dead for a brief period of time. [coool.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Instead of feeling sympathy/empathy with people and their problems, I simply become annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I am a virgin. [ooops.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I participate/have participated in auto drag races and won.&lt;br /&gt;* I do not 'get' most comedy acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I don't think strippers are money-greedy or slutty for dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don't like to chew gum.&lt;br /&gt;* I am intrigued with history/historical things and can't wait for someone to build a time machine so I can be the first to use it.&lt;br /&gt;* I can never remember for the life of me where I parked the car.&lt;br /&gt;* Had the TEEN ANGST thing going for at least 2-3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Wishes people would be more empathic and honest with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I play Dungeons and Dragons weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I love to sing. [tho i have a terrible singing voice. lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I want to live in my mother's basement when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have a custom-built computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I want to have a certain someone's babies, even though there's a 0% possiblity of ever achieving it.&lt;br /&gt;* I occasionally cling to someone's boobehs... online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have fallen out of a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am possessive of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I made a gay couple in the SIMS, and they sleep together too. [oh yeah.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I am going through a potentially life-changing dilemma as of this writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* People complain of the smallness of my handwriting. [they did once, and now my handwriting very BIG. :))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I know all the lyrics of 80% of all NSYNC's songs.&lt;br /&gt;* I get to flunk almost 85% of my grades for one quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I can successfully twirl a pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I wouldn't really mind if I learn later on that my husband is bi/gay&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/13025694-114148559156925590?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114148559156925590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114148559156925590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114148559156925590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114148559156925590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/03/ha-got-this-somewhere.html' title='ha. got this somewhere..'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114118029697805595</id><published>2006-03-01T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:29.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyahaha</title><content type='html'>WOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid fucking crashing pc. ayan, inulet ko tuloy buong MP ko. gaa. buti na lang gumagana ulet na cya.. ayaw lang maglabas ng error for larger disks.. bakit kaya?? anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grah. rally tayo minsan! :D haha wala lang. naka black list ako dito sa house, kasi sabi ni mama nakared daw ako kahapon, and ung mga naka red daw ay nagrally sa quezon hall and AS. so.. why not? halika, rally tayo!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gumagawa na pala ako ng documentation ko. which will suck. haha. kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cgecge, magddebug ulet ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! i did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooopeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)):)):))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos na po mp ko. bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;documentation na lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114104235975256673</id><published>2006-02-27T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>highaboveme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;current music: out of my league - stephen speaks&lt;br /&gt;mood: nyar. grar. roar.&lt;br /&gt;cravings: capri menthol. waaa.&lt;br /&gt;bakit ako gumagawa nito: aba malay ko. tripz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things to do this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++finish chem16 probset by 7am tomorrow. the probset na naiwan ko kay lans. the probset of which i have no copy. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;++finish and pass eee11 mp by 8pm wednesday. ang mp na i halfway palang..&lt;br /&gt;++diana's vid. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;++finish richardIII.&lt;br /&gt;[bakit andaming 'finish'??]&lt;br /&gt;++buy load.&lt;br /&gt;++not eat beef/pork. ha! good luck na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;randomitiness&lt;/span&gt;: kanina, may friend si janna who came over looking for her. i think they were supposed to meet here sa house, i dunno, pero janna was gone nung dumating sya.. anyway, pagbalik ni janna by the end of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janna: so, anong sinabi mo kay *insert name of friend here, i forgot*?&lt;br /&gt;me: sinabi ko umalis ka na.&lt;br /&gt;janna: ANO?! bakit mo pinalayas??&lt;br /&gt;me: duh. wala ka na kaya nun.&lt;br /&gt;janna: eh bakit mo cya pinalayas??&lt;br /&gt;me: i did not. sinabi ko lang umalis ka na, tas umalis na cya.&lt;br /&gt;janna: un nga! sinabi mong umalis ka na!&lt;br /&gt;me: uh. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;janna: un nga! sabi mo - oh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/ako/ &lt;/span&gt;ung umalis.&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/oh./&lt;/span&gt; u meant cya ung pinaalis ko. -.-;&lt;br /&gt;janna: yeah.. -.-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, whatta conversation. lolz, pareho kaming may tama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. crappy week. grargahhh.&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/13025694-114104235975256673?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114104235975256673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114104235975256673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114104235975256673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114104235975256673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/02/highaboveme.html' title='highaboveme'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114019158908069094</id><published>2006-02-17T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naisip ko lang</title><content type='html'>na gusto ko ring isulat dito na ang stupid ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114019158908069094?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114019158908069094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114019158908069094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114019158908069094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114019158908069094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/02/naisip-ko-lang.html' title='naisip ko lang'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-114018710510105722</id><published>2006-02-17T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky day</title><content type='html'>malas ang araw na toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;: i broke my own record today. eleven. i did eleven today. i finished what was left of mine, which was six, and smooched and bummed and bought the others. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desperado&lt;/span&gt;. how addicted am i? owe it to the fact that today was my interview day sa ckt, at shit na malagkit, sobrang kabado ako. and everybody's telling me na wag akong kabahan.. eh twing somebody says that i only get more anxious. potang inang hinayupak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;: ayun. interview ko nga. i made a mess of it. nuff said. reason why i did two more and kicked a plant and punched lans.. out of principle. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;: i stained my perfectly great white polo shirt kanina. with what was supposedly beef stroganoff. supposedly, kasi it was orange. ang beef stroganoff ay brown, db? anyway. i stained it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;: i flunked my third m53 exam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; second ch16 exam, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE&lt;/span&gt;: i wore leather shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of any na. nyanya.. really bad day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan ko nang magpalit ng layout, pero i seem to have no time for it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-114018710510105722?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/114018710510105722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=114018710510105722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114018710510105722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/114018710510105722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/02/unlucky-day.html' title='unlucky day'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113940544681224081</id><published>2006-02-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:28.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy day</title><content type='html'>hindi ko talaga alam kung bakit ako masaya ngaun, pero masaya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malapit nang mag singledom awareness day.. aka valentines.. the first single one i'll have in three years. :p lots of things happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math53 midterms kanina. it was okay, i mean, mas mahirap pa ung exam ni mam leynes, altho she claims otherwise. owel. tho habang nageexam nauubo ako, tas i held it in, then i cried a little kasi ng throat got all itchy, then i drank a whole bottle. then after 30mins, naiihi naman ako. which ABSOLUTELY sucked. pero wth, i only got an hour. or so i kept telling myself... tas basta. the whole adventure of finding a cr sa math bldg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh. i have no idea how karing knows this, pero somehow she knows that mam leynes smokes dunhill. [-.-] wala lang. i think we [meaning, half the class, if not all] are utterly fascinated by her. celine knows she came from poveda, and studied in UP. and.. karing claims she never wears the same outfit twice. except the footwear. and everybody says she's got a belly peircing. haha. wow. and roz says she's a powerpuff, though i never really understood what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang eee11 lab today, and im still wondering why nde na lang sinabi sa amin ni sir rivo na walang class nung nakita namin cya yesterday. grar. then spent the afternoon helping with the baleeek tambayan tarp on kuya gepol's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, ang galing, nakapost sa deee ang modified poster na ginawa ko.. astig. wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AY! may practice ako bukas. [omg, ang srap sabihin nun ulet...] sa pisay, 1pm. may tourney or cup or whatnot si ange lined up for us, i think. owel. ill know tomorrow. EXCITED AKO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cge, yun lang. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113940544681224081?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113940544681224081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113940544681224081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113940544681224081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113940544681224081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-happy-day.html' title='happy happy day'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113794630722276786</id><published>2006-01-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:27.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang post</title><content type='html'>ang galing ni manny!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round ten tko!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. walang magawa. the egg's a bit done na.. kulang na lang ung white covering para magmukhang egg. haha. and sobrang laki nya sa akin... hehe. basta. mukha akong tanga. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala,, had my hair cut yesterday. i cannot believe they ironed my hair. but they did, and wow. my hair actually looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; for about an hour. tas, haha, nde na kasi i kept on shoving it off my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. cge, matutulog na ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113794630722276786?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113794630722276786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113794630722276786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113794630722276786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113794630722276786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/01/wala-lang-post.html' title='wala lang post'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113790044512738763</id><published>2006-01-22T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:27.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before hell week</title><content type='html'>i just want to say, its been a great application. grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ngaun ko lang ne-realize na sobrang hirap pala nito. (x.x) i still have no idea how to make an egg, and sa tuesday na cya! GRAR. i have a witch costume, and damn if i know which witch i am. or kung theme park mascot nga un. fuck. tas ung itlog pa.. at ducK! :D at least ung duck costume ay tapos na, kulang na lang ung mata.. pero complete na cya! ayos naman eh, gusto ko ung cap ko.. only i'll look like some weird person wearing all yellow, pati slippers. gah. ang weird talaga nya. :D pero cute. :)) anyway. the theme park ride ang pinakamahirap so far.. i still have a couple of illustration boards na dinadasalan ko na magmukhang roller coaster car by friday.... sana.. sana talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. may UPCAT pa ako. gah. have to read the consti + mem list again. immememorize ko ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113790044512738763?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113790044512738763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113790044512738763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113790044512738763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113790044512738763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/01/before-hell-week.html' title='before hell week'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113742363811641110</id><published>2006-01-16T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:26.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long awaited post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hay. sa totoo lang, feel na feel ko nang neglected ng SOOOBRA itong blog na to. poor bloggie. me sorry. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. long time no update. a lot has happened since i last wrote in here.. whenever i actually wrote the last proper entry..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may new favorite caf na ako. its the NISMED caf!! all because i tasted the sinful choco chip cupcake. damnit. im supposed to be NOT eating chocolate in excess this year! and damnit. i spent 105php kanina on lunch. im also supposed to be NOT spending money in excess this year.. [note to self: must really redefine excess].. blargh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell possesed me to talk? i dunno. must be a bug. a very happy bug.. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot! stipends are on the way! hopefully they'll be in my wallet by thursday, friday the latest, but knowing The System, capital letters and all, malamang delayed nanaman yun. not to mention the whole e-card/smart card deal. blargh blargh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of bugs.. [haha, anlabo ko magtype ngaun..] ive been meaning to blog this, but ever since /that/ fateful day na nde kami sinipot ng math53 prof namin for absolutely NO REASON, she's been smiling like crazy, its getting freaky. actually, she rarely smiled before that, so its freaky anyway. c3 keeps saying that she *finally* had a boyfriend, and/or got pregnant [not necessarily in that order] anyway. she came to class kanina looking *very* rumpled and happy. with a mile-wide smile pasted on her face. it was so.. odd. nagcomment pa ata kami ni celine out loud how 'wow' mam looked today, but that was putting it mildly. but enough about her. :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;applying to (at? sa? ewan.) circuit is fun. hehe. astig, its more fun than applying sa UPSCA, and maybe because ckt has way more events happening than UPSCA, and i get to have a buddy, a co-app buddy, and the buddy of my co-app buddy. [woah. too many buddies in one sentence.] buddy buddy buddy? gah. weird fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddy: kuya KEL! [astig na buddy.. :p nagbibigay ng consti at mem list! hehe. ung sa iba daw kasi nde cla binigyan ng buddy nila eh.. so salamat po kuya kel!! :D the best!]&lt;br /&gt;co-app buddy: benji (sp?) wala lang. nde kolam buddy ko cya.. kala ko si roz pa rin eh, pnalitan na pala. owel. we played 99 kanina with kuya ezmo, kuya cesar, nana, roz and kate. :D bonding moment? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;buddy ng co-app ko: si ate rose ba? hehe. will edit this later na lang pag mali. sorry kung may makabasa nito. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ang totoong reason kung bakit ako nagnet ay para iupload ang sigsheet ko na COLORED na pinaghirapan ko ng kalahating sunday.. tas iuupload ko para lang iprint ng iba? at mapakinabangan nila? yoko nga. pero, since mabaet ako... :D hehe. im tired anyway. bka nde ko na maup. hehe. sorry alex, roz at lans. at kung sino sino pang iba. :D iccd ko na lang.. or bukas na lang.. :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos na ako sa mission points! yay! thanks kuya randy! :D instant 1k! :D haha. now i must concentrate on completing the 50hours reqt, or i fear i wont make it. and pasign ng sigsheet.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dapat sinasagutan ko ang chem post lab. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cge na nga. next time na lang ulet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113742363811641110?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113742363811641110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113742363811641110' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113742363811641110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113742363811641110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-awaited-post.html' title='long awaited post.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113724019591217407</id><published>2006-01-14T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha! see? bagay talaga ako..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Engineering&lt;/b&gt;. You should be an Engineering major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="92"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="17"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  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(PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113724019591217407?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113724019591217407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113724019591217407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113724019591217407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113724019591217407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/01/ha-see-bagay-talaga-ako.html' title='ha! see? bagay talaga ako..'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113723967707934938</id><published>2006-01-14T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:26.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo.</title><content type='html'>damn eee31. damn eee11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched narnia with kate. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang maisip isulat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113723967707934938?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113723967707934938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113723967707934938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113723967707934938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113723967707934938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/01/yo.html' title='yo.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113723921709923767</id><published>2006-01-14T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:25.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tulog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee5de;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#fff5ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly sensitive, but you often put up a front.&lt;br /&gt;Shy and private, you yearn for security.&lt;br /&gt;You take relationships slowly.&lt;br /&gt;You need lots of reassurances before you can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113723921709923767?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113723921709923767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113723921709923767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113723921709923767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113723921709923767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2006/01/tulog.html' title='tulog..'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113644513467358417</id><published>2006-01-05T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:25.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first post of da year</title><content type='html'>hello....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113644513467358417?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113566266583111660</id><published>2005-12-27T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:25.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You Are Somewhat Machiavellian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/a-little-mach.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...&lt;br /&gt;But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;How Machiavellian Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Your Heart Is Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/purple.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;For you, love is about establishing and developing a deep connection.&lt;br /&gt;If it's true love, it brings you more wisdom and inner strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: An afternoon at a tea house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both thoughtful and expressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.&lt;br /&gt;You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Your Career Type: Investigative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/investigative.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You are precise, scientific, and intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in understanding and solving math and science problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architect - Biologist - Chemist&lt;br /&gt;Dentist - Electrical Technician - Mathematician&lt;br /&gt;Medical Technician - Meteorologist - Pharmacist&lt;br /&gt;Physician - Surveyor - Veterinarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are enterprising careers, like lawyer or real estate agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f8e8ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fcf3ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You like your underwear to make you feel girlish and pretty. Let's hope you're a chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/serious-dating.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;But you may be ready in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What's Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f4b8b8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You Are Socks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#b8f7d0;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/socks.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cozy and warm... but easily lost.&lt;br /&gt;You make a good puppet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113566266583111660?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113566266583111660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113566266583111660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113566266583111660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113566266583111660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/12/blogthingscom.html' title='blogthings.com'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113559648874089248</id><published>2005-12-26T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post xmas post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;weird title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. just got back from bataan, and have just watched &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the family stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. aaaand sarah jessica parker looks sooo old in that movie. she is old, isnt she? :p ang aliw ng movie, sobrang pang christmas na nde. not ur typical christmas movie talaga. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;looking forward to watching &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in her shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;will up the pics from my xmas later too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i was right, it was a very sad christmas. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a belated happy christmas to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;later doods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113559648874089248?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113559648874089248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113559648874089248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113559648874089248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113559648874089248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-xmas-post.html' title='post xmas post'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113507425819927585</id><published>2005-12-20T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:11.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whattaday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ohmaygaliwaw. sobrang weird ng araw na to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up at around 7:30ish.. and i should have known that the day would be quite out of the ordinary coz i dont usually wake up before 10! but, bleh. eh di nag ps2 ako. tinapos ko ung career ko sa nfsu2.. so tapos ko na cya. 87% completed ko lang.. oh well. i guess uulitin ko cya na gagawin ko lahat ng outruns at hidden races.. if i find them. haha. oh, natalo ko si caleb by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;more than a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. OH YEAH! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then nagtaka ako why mom and dad arent around, telling us to get up, help, wash, clean, etc. tas sabi ni ja, umalis sila for duty free. oh. [kakagaling lang kasi ni pa from shanghai, he was there for a week or so] so.. walang cellphone sa bahay, thanks to me, and what the hell am i supposed to do? so kinulit ko nang kinulit si janna.. kept poking her and grabbing whatever she was reading.. hehe.. ansama ko talagang ate.. then we had a play fight over the tv.. paano, pareho kaming tanga at imbis na mag-agawan sa remote, pareho kaming nasa may tv at pumipindot. -.- haha. ayun, in the end, she was limping coz i pinned her to the wall, tas she hit the door hard. then she jumped me and i was on her back.. &lt;em&gt;she was carrying me&lt;/em&gt;. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. then napagod na kami, sabi ko we'd watch the vid from ms engg. so we did.. and grabe. ang ganda ni ms aggre!!! [oi ching, haha, nakakatawa ung bit mo about ms aggre. haha] ill upload a pic if i could, pero kasi vid lang ung meron ako eh. oh well. basta. and lagi ko nang maiisip ang ms engg0506 tuwing maririning ko ang bep-my humps. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then i slept for 3hours! haha. its been a very long time since i took a nap.. ang falling asleep while half drunk isnt counted. hehe. anyway, dumating na sina mama, and gues what we saw immediately? UFOs!!! no, im not kidding. seriously, UFO un. eto, may pic pa nga eh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/ufo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/lamanngufo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, ano, ayos ba? :D haha. the pics are also at my photobucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[its going to be a sad christmas. ive no phone! sana talaga un na lang regalo nila as akin.. oi... phone.. phone.. phone.. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa mga tao na bibisita dito sa christmas, HAPPY CHRISTMAS! na lang. hehe. at merry new year. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113507425819927585?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113507425819927585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113507425819927585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113507425819927585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113507425819927585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/12/whattaday.html' title='whattaday.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/walang%20katuturan/th_ufo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113480415927880945</id><published>2005-12-17T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:11.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upgrades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;once, someone noticed a star losing its usual glow and asked it why. the star answered, "i got tired of shining for someone whose sight was never mine."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahay. pasensya, wala akong xmas layout for the blog.. haha .. dapat talaga meron, pero these last few weeks have been super hectic with the &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;engg week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ckt application&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and stuff happening.. haha. pero aalis ulet kami in a week or less kasi im not going to spend christmas here in manila. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sayang talaga at nde ako nakapagpasa ng maaga nung ctc ko.. eh sana nakakasali sana ako sa mga engg week events.. hay.. i really wanted to join all those events which invovled running.. hay. inaya pa man din ako nila kuya sato dun sa relay sa sunken.. kahit nanakapants at long sleeved shirt ako nun.. haha! tas un. so tumakbo na lang ako from as to eee.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. nde kami nakapanood ng lantern parade kasi pinapapanood pa namen kay diana ung vid na ginawa namen for her.. ayun. so ung fireworks lang at ms engg ung naabutan namen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOBRANG ASTEEEG NI ED!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha! circuit HAYT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[um, sory walang pics, vinid ko kasi ung 'whole' thing, except the q&amp;a, nawalan na kasi ako ng batt, pero damn. astig si ed.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113480415927880945?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113480415927880945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113480415927880945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113480415927880945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113480415927880945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/12/upgrades.html' title='upgrades'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113388348645278951</id><published>2005-12-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:11.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distinct blurbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;true love coms in quietly, withour banners or flashing lights. he is your sanity in a world full of madness. true love is not how grand you are or how simple you are, but it's who you are when you're with him and he loves you not in spite of it, but because of it. he is the one who stands with you, when the rest of the world falls down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-tomas wilde fontain&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/13025694-113388348645278951?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113388348645278951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113388348645278951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113388348645278951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113388348645278951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/12/distinct-blurbs.html' title='distinct blurbs'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113349827062552973</id><published>2005-12-02T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:11.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tralala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;am here now kay lans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;watched &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;exorcism of emily rose&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;been having stomach-aches and headaches since tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;got drunk last tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113349827062552973?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113349827062552973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113349827062552973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113349827062552973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113349827062552973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/12/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113309752302123701</id><published>2005-11-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:10.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging mouths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dum doo bi doo dum dum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. kakatapos lang namin mag &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;magic sing&lt;/span&gt;.. woo.. while eating home made pizza.. actually &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;bread with tomato sauce and sausage and cheese&lt;/span&gt;.. haha.. ansakit ng throat ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at damn. sakto pang umulan ng malakas. (&lt;em&gt;oo, celine, ako nga ang dahilan kung bakit umuulan. :)&lt;/em&gt;) HAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may hinintay ako today, ung after ng &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;daddy di do du&lt;/span&gt;, at i hav no idea kung ano cya haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shocking things come my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113309752302123701?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113309752302123701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113309752302123701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113309752302123701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113309752302123701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/hanging-mouths.html' title='hanging mouths'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113301469977144880</id><published>2005-11-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:10.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tralala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kakatapos lang ng isa nanamang exciting episode ng gilomre girls!! haha, love na love ko talaga silang lahat. go rory! making use of her mom's example by getting logan want her.. more. ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got this from &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;gilmoregirls.org&lt;/span&gt;: (epi 5.13 nga pala to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summary: Talk about bad timing. The night before Richard (Edward Herrmann) and Emily (Kelly Bishop) renew their vows, Lorelai (Lauren Graham) and Rory (Alexis Bledel) feel obligated to throw Emily a bachelorette party. At the ceremony the following day, Rory tells Logan (Matt Czuchry) she wants a relationship with him even though he's not ready to commit. Later, when Lorelai, Luke (Scott Patterson) and Christopher (David Sutcliffe) discover Rory and Logan together, half-dressed, the shocking scene leads to an angry confrontation between Luke and Christopher. A furious Lorelai figures out that Emily invited Christopher in an attempt to break up her relationship with Luke.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wahaha nice scene talaga ung kay rory at logan!! woo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113301469977144880?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113301469977144880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113301469977144880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113301469977144880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113301469977144880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/tralala.html' title='tralala'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113248907075164195</id><published>2005-11-20T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty handed daw</title><content type='html'>Empty Handed&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, take me &lt;br /&gt;It’s easier to give in. &lt;br /&gt;Some people mistake me &lt;br /&gt;They only hear what they wanna hear, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re losing sleep &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me &lt;br /&gt;I just can’t keep pretending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packin’ my bags ‘cause I don’t wanna be &lt;br /&gt;The only one who’s drowning in their misery &lt;br /&gt;And I’ll take that chance, cuz I just wanna breathe&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t look back and wonder how it’s supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;How it’s supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a prism by the window &lt;br /&gt;That lets the light leak in. &lt;br /&gt;I wish you would let me. &lt;br /&gt;You feel the water, but do you swim? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s only me &lt;br /&gt;Empty handed &lt;br /&gt;With a childish grin &lt;br /&gt;And a camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, duda &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, dayiyayi &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, dayiyayi, &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda (x2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ad lib) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, duda &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, dayiayi &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, dayiyayi, &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz’ I’m packin my bags &lt;br /&gt;Cuz’ I’m packin my bags... &lt;br /&gt;And I won’t be back &lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113248907075164195?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113248907075164195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113248907075164195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113248907075164195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113248907075164195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/empty-handed-daw.html' title='empty handed daw'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113248906390964952</id><published>2005-11-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:09.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Empty Handed&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, take me &lt;br /&gt;It’s easier to give in. &lt;br /&gt;Some people mistake me &lt;br /&gt;They only hear what they wanna hear, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re losing sleep &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me &lt;br /&gt;I just can’t keep pretending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packin’ my bags ‘cause I don’t wanna be &lt;br /&gt;The only one who’s drowning in their misery &lt;br /&gt;And I’ll take that chance, cuz I just wanna breathe&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t look back and wonder how it’s supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;How it’s supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a prism by the window &lt;br /&gt;That lets the light leak in. &lt;br /&gt;I wish you would let me. &lt;br /&gt;You feel the water, but do you swim? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s only me &lt;br /&gt;Empty handed &lt;br /&gt;With a childish grin &lt;br /&gt;And a camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, duda &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, dayiyayi &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, dayiyayi, &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda (x2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ad lib) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, duda &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, dayiayi &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda, duda, dayiyayi, &lt;br /&gt;Lada, duda, duda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz’ I’m packin my bags &lt;br /&gt;Cuz’ I’m packin my bags... &lt;br /&gt;And I won’t be back &lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113248906390964952?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113248906390964952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113248906390964952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113248906390964952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113248906390964952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/empty-handed-michelle-branch-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113247169519842875</id><published>2005-11-20T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend at bataan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;whew. just came from a weekend at bataan, nanalo kasi si cousin gayle ng some beauty contest and i had volunteered to do the vidcam coverage. :D yan tuloy, i missed the CS training. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. haha. weird, i slept most of yesterday. really. para bang my body got suddenly tired and made me sleep the whole trip to bataan and then pagkadating dun, i ate a wonderful bowl of sopas, and then feel asleep ulet. ginising ako ng around 6pm kasi magsisimula na daw ung coronation thingie. we went to the plaza, kung saan naghintay kami ng about 2 hours.. [uh. magsisimula na pala ha?!] tapos buti na lang iniwan sa amin ni tito rene ung keys sa car nya.. and then when i was trying to open his car, lumusot ung left foot ko sa kanal na malapit. dont ask how. it was embarassing, kasi ung local CAT officers were nearby, taking a break. (T.T) iyak. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lala. need a lot of books. lala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cge, tatapusin ko pa ang iliad. i lurve sir falgui. :D ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113247169519842875?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113247169519842875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113247169519842875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113247169519842875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113247169519842875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend-at-bataan.html' title='weekend at bataan'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113232798710076473</id><published>2005-11-18T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guardia man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Magical Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Artist: MYMP&lt;br /&gt;Album: Beyond Acoustics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a car crash&lt;br /&gt;Throwed up like trash&lt;br /&gt;Slap twice, step thrice&lt;br /&gt;It felt so real&lt;br /&gt;Baby what’s the deal&lt;br /&gt;Look straight into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You told me all these lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t see it coming&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t see it happening&lt;br /&gt;That one day you’d be leaving me hanging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy you left me&lt;br /&gt;I prayed that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;It’s a magical feeling&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you’re not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rains poured on me&lt;br /&gt;Lightning struck and hit me&lt;br /&gt;Slap twice, step thrice&lt;br /&gt;It felt so real&lt;br /&gt;Baby what’s the deal&lt;br /&gt;Look straight into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You told me all these lies&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t see it coming&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t see it happening&lt;br /&gt;That one day you’d be leaving me hanging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say you’re sorry&lt;br /&gt;But baby don’t you worry&lt;br /&gt;Life has been easier without you&lt;br /&gt;We should have done this earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard the song kanina pagkapasok na pagkapasok sa SMNE. hmm. wonder why. hah. went window shopping with roz kanina. window shopping kasi pareho kaming walang moolah!! haha. then .. there was this baggage counter dude who kept on hitting on me. (-.-) uhm. right. haha!!! laugh trip talaga! i pretended na may kinukwento na lang ako kay Roz habang kinukuha ko ung bags ko and he was still at it! haha!! tas nag aji kami and roz bought pudding-filled mallows and i bought my all time fave na choco seeds [dunno what its called]. anyway, went home, called marge to have lunch together [btw, i owe her a lunch.. lost a bet] on monday sa korean place. :D ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;parada ni cousin gail tomorrow. shit. nde ko pa naccharge ung vidcam. haha. ge, eto muna.&lt;br /&gt;SURVEYSURVEYSURVEYSURVEYSURVEYSURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ebony&lt;br /&gt;2. Eby&lt;br /&gt;3. Bee? [kay roz lang yan. tamad cya eh.]&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you have had: (ano raw?)&lt;br /&gt;1. rukawa11 [woo! first one ko!]&lt;br /&gt;2. eby_03&lt;br /&gt;3. iameby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. hair. [swear. Ü]&lt;br /&gt;2. feet&lt;br /&gt;3. skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you don’t like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. nose&lt;br /&gt;2. malabong mata&lt;br /&gt;3. sungking mga ngipin :D&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;1. bisaya&lt;br /&gt;2. bataan-ish&lt;br /&gt;3. uh?&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;1. being truly alone&lt;br /&gt;2. darkness. [not the band!]&lt;br /&gt;3. currently? mam jenny leynes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1. money&lt;br /&gt;2. cellphone&lt;br /&gt;3. daily dose of social pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite musical artists:&lt;br /&gt;1. dashboard confessionals&lt;br /&gt;2. moon* 88&lt;br /&gt;3. the cascades&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. dashboard confessionals - as lovers go&lt;br /&gt;2. matchbox20 - time after time&lt;br /&gt;3. stephen bishop - it might be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want in a relationship: besides love&lt;br /&gt;1. respect&lt;br /&gt;2. laughter&lt;br /&gt;3. proper communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three truths in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1. it takes two to make a relationship&lt;br /&gt;2. all men are assholes of varying degrees.&lt;br /&gt;3. a one-sided compromise is like a stretched rubber band. it either flies away or breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three lies in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1. life is short.&lt;br /&gt;2. you have only one chance at true love.&lt;br /&gt;3. honesty os the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things of the opposite sex that appeal to you:&lt;br /&gt;1. great hair&lt;br /&gt;2. eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. [window] shopping&lt;br /&gt;2. surf the net&lt;br /&gt;3. read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;br /&gt;1. go to the CS training!&lt;br /&gt;2. have a math book, chem book, eee11 book..&lt;br /&gt;3. laptop.. na kayang mag sims2.. at may linux.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you’re considering/you’ve considered:&lt;br /&gt;1. line[wo]man ng meralco&lt;br /&gt;2. salesperson sa alexan’s&lt;br /&gt;3. cafe/bar owner. [wahaha. nakakawa ang choices ko.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. paris&lt;br /&gt;2. paris&lt;br /&gt;3. uh. london?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you like: [names ng sims ko! ... :]&lt;br /&gt;1. alexa&lt;br /&gt;2. duncan&lt;br /&gt;3. cassidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. climb the eiffel tower&lt;br /&gt;2. meet a true love&lt;br /&gt;3. own lots of things. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you’re stereotypically a boy: [neh?]&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you’re stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;1. i have my monthlies. =P&lt;br /&gt;2. i can cook and clean and wash without being told. [ahaha. peace.]&lt;br /&gt;3. i ... ewan. am more sensitive than the opposite sex? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three celeb crushes:&lt;br /&gt;1. tom felton&lt;br /&gt;2. george clooney&lt;br /&gt;3. boyd sumthing. :D&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/13025694-113232798710076473?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113232798710076473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113232798710076473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113232798710076473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113232798710076473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/guardia-man.html' title='guardia man'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113198241973892881</id><published>2005-11-14T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surveys at tensionado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Name someone with the same birthday as you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uh. imelda marcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ..an unknown ice cream shop by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; duh. cyempre oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever sang in front of a large number of people?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; i sang in front of lans. does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats the first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; hair. i used to say eyes, pero they're so shifty nowadays. i only get to see the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What really turns you on?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; metrosexuals. :D great pants /and/ shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you usually order from starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; .. dont people go there to buy coffee? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your biggest mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; dunno. dont think about em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uh. hit my head on the wall? countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ahaha. sabi nung kid na katabi ko sa tindahan, nasa star-struck daw ako. of course, she looked 4yrs old. (oO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you have braces?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you comfortable with your height?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; shure. i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is the most romantic thing someone of the opposite sex has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; gave me a flower out of nowhere. kahit na nde totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How do you know when it's love?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; you dont. you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; uh. does morning-speak count? like, "watazzit?" translated, it means 'what time is it?' :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever been to a tanning salon?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; may ganun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What magazines do you read?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; dont read mags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever ridden in a limo?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you watch mtv?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; shure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; tardiness, oily faces, bad grades, hot days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's something you really like?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; great hair. flowers. old senti music. driver's liscence... *asa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like Michael Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; who? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Can you dance?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's the longest you have ever stayed up?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; 31hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever thought that you were honestly going to die?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; shure. out of boredom, out of stupidness, out of embarassment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; no..t yet. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you actually read these when other people fill them out?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; cyempre. (-_-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tensionado [Soapdish]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tensionado, nagulat din ako nung malaman&lt;br /&gt;na 'di lang pala ako ang nanghinayang&lt;br /&gt;nung nag-away tayo non at natuluyan&lt;br /&gt;sa iyakan at tampo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sandali lang, wag ka munang magsalita&lt;br /&gt;di ko hahayaan, lahat ito ay mawala&lt;br /&gt;ang iniisip ko, pupwede pa ba tayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at miserable (miserable) paulit-ulit lang ang nangyayari&lt;br /&gt;paikot-ikot tayo parang bote&lt;br /&gt;at nasanay ka na ba don at nalimutan&lt;br /&gt;ang ating mga tanong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at di malinaw, pwede bang wag kang sumigaw&lt;br /&gt;di ko hahayaan, lahat ito ay maligaw&lt;br /&gt;nagtatanong sa yo, kung pwede pa ba tayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandali lang, wag ka munang magsalita&lt;br /&gt;di ko hahayaan, lahat ito ay mawala&lt;br /&gt;at sandali lang, wag ka munang magsalita&lt;br /&gt;di ko hahayaan, na ikaw ay mawala&lt;br /&gt;nagtatanong sa yo, kung pwede pa ba tayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;song not dedicated to anyone. just in case. :p i just happen to like it. just as i like this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dont Love You No More (Im Sorry)&lt;br /&gt;Craig David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the years that I’ve known you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can’t figure out the reason why lately&lt;br /&gt;you’ve been acting so cold (didn’t you say)&lt;br /&gt;if there’s a problem we should work it out&lt;br /&gt;so why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;br /&gt;like you don’t want to talk to me girl (tell me)&lt;br /&gt;okay I know I was late again&lt;br /&gt;I made you mad and dinners thrown in (the bin)&lt;br /&gt;but why you making this thing drag on so long (I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick and tired of this silly game&lt;br /&gt;don’t think that I’m the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;it’s not me who’s been going round slamming doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’ve made a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but never thought things would turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t make sense to me now that you’re gone (I see it all so clearly)&lt;br /&gt;me at the door with you in a state&lt;br /&gt;giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;br /&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those simple words hit so hard&lt;br /&gt;they turned my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;girl you caught me completely off guard&lt;br /&gt;on that night you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;wannabe - spice girls.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pero feel na feel ko na may papatay sa akin pag pinost ko ang lyrics nun dito eh. blame it all sa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;chicken little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so tell me what you want what you really really want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113198241973892881?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113198241973892881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113198241973892881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113198241973892881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113198241973892881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/surveys-at-tensionado.html' title='surveys at tensionado'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113194933971497988</id><published>2005-11-14T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:09.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sir raymond "mike" falgui and mam jenny leynes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;si &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sir mike falgui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ang prof ko sa eng12.. mhq.. at unang klase ko sa kanya kanina. masaya cya. sooOOObra!! :)) nagenjoy ako ng todo dun sa discussion namin about the history before the iliad.. wahaha. it also helps na he's easy on the eyes! :D hehe great accent.. wahaha. although medyo weird na may butas na malaki ung undershirt nya. (oO.) he's not a filipino, which is good, i mean, i dont think id enjoy english 12 - which is world literature - taught by a filipino prof na hindi ganun ka-fluent sa english. oh yeah, nobody knows him by raymond, god knows why, and he really really goes by mike. (-_-) so i &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to call him sir falgui, no matter what. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. si &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mam jenny leynes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; naman ang math53 prof namin. the first thing anybody would notice sa kanya is her hair. no, its not frizzy or weird or incredibly smelly.. [although i havent been that close to her yet to know] its just commercial material. I SWEAR. pagnakita nyo buhok nya, lalo na pagnakita nyo nyo kung gaano cya kaputi, iisipin nyo shampoo model cya.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it bounces. it shines. sumusunod sa galaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =D ahahaha.. parang tanga noh, buong period nakatitig lang ako sa buhok na astig. by the end of the period, nagkasundo na kami ni celine na nagh-hair treatment cya regularly to keep her hair like that. sobrang astig na buhok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. wala lang. may class pa kami mamayang 4pm. stuck ulit dito kay lans. andito si jv. lalala. sana may dvd player dito. *hint hint* haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cge. magddark throne na daw si jv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113194933971497988?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113194933971497988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113194933971497988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113194933971497988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113194933971497988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/sir-raymond-mike-falgui-and-mam-jenny.html' title='sir raymond &quot;mike&quot; falgui and mam jenny leynes'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113169242007871953</id><published>2005-11-11T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:08.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>condo ni lans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;am here sa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;condo ni lans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. walang pasok the whole day.. wow. eto pala ang isng magandang reason to like enrollment. hehe!! isang class ko lang ang nagclass this week.. eee31.. with history!man! as in kulang na lang kapa at maskara. demn. he talked and blabbed and ranted about old recievers not having any batteries at all. like, oh, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;'s interesting. (-_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. haha. ang weird ng week na to.. mas weird pa sa mga past weird weeks ko.. eto na cguro ang pinakaweird na week ever na magkakaroon ako. ... andaming nangyari.. hehe. nung monday, got stuck sa UP for about 5-odd hours.. nung tuesday.. well. suffice it to say ill never forget that day. it was.. a real eye-opener. wednesday i got enrolled, finally. :D watched &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flightplan with roz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. not worth the hype, since the movie was only 1+hours long, and hindi masyadong inexplain ang mga bagay-bagay.. ah well. si roz naman nagbayad ng movie ko. :D hehe. she owed me for the chocolates i bought for her nung tuesday. Ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thursday.. i skipped eng12 kasi late na ako nagising.. akala kasi ni mama i was kidding nung sinabi ko na may 7am class ako.. pffft. ayan. tas eee31 with [cue entrance music..] historyman! and then math with celine, claro, ekai, raffy, lans and roz. woo. andami. after.. wala na akong class. :p  saw a lot of peeps sa casaa.. dun na ako kumain ng fried tofu.. it was ok.. hehe. and then, the happiest part of my week happened. i went home, but not before stopping sa northridge plaza para tingnan kung may gusto ba akong bilin na dvd.. then sabi ni mama bibili daw cya ng chicken little. woo! i watched chicken little nung hapon. slept, ate, made the new layout. onga pala, u guys cant see the new layout properly kasi nde ko pa na up ung pic eh. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. friday i got here sa up at exactly 7am.. then walang chem lab.. with epoy and lansi.. buti na lang. wala nanamang math. wala na rin chem lec. woo... andito lang kami ni roz + lans halos buong araw. hehe. lalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cge. magbabasa pa ako ng dg. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113169242007871953?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113169242007871953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113169242007871953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113169242007871953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113169242007871953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/condo-ni-lans.html' title='condo ni lans'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113162850000227062</id><published>2005-11-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:08.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helluva week so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh. my. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think ive ever been this tired since i first tried out for sir fil's basketball varsity waaaay back in third year. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i. am. so. DAMN. tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it took me three bloody days para lang ma-enroll!! at ung first day gor wasted dahil sa hindi maayos na inintindi ang instructions!!! wasted 5hours at least!!!! &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR. i am ready to fall asleep na any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* okay, i think ive worked my stress enough na. kanina pa ako tumatakbo sa bahay eh. hehe. hindi ako makatulog, primarily dahil andami kong energy, and god knows why. [hmm. masaya ako ngaun.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later. tatawag daw si papa eh. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113162850000227062?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113162850000227062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113162850000227062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113162850000227062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113162850000227062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/helluva-week-so-far.html' title='helluva week so far'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113136918084084039</id><published>2005-11-07T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:08.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody bloody hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've never thought i'd actually experiance anything that i can describe as a 'bloody hell,' but as always, UP proved me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i went there at 8ish, met up with roz and kate, spent 30mins getting around and getting classcards and passing requirements for the DOST scholarship. then hell began. &gt;:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;punta eee, tanong kung elig ba o hinde. sabi, nde daw. baket? form137 deficient daw kami.. at pinapunta kami sa engg. so lakad kami. halfway, i wondered why we were wasting time walking.. then shrugged and walked anyway. wala rin naman na point na sumakay pa ng jeep, since mas mabilis na lakarin na lan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and oh may gash. i hate ung sidekick ni pirena. what a liar. ahhH!!! DIE! *glare*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pagdating sa engg, pinapila kami, pinahanap ung red dude na nakasalamin na hindi ung kuya ni christian cunanan... and then he disappeared. :(( *iyak* tas sabi nila na magihntay na lang daw kami.. and we did. for about 2hours.. doing absolutely nothing.. nakaupo.. nakatayo.. naglalakad.. nakaupo ulet.. and then nag lunch kami, punta kay lans. :D 3pm, we went back, and then naghintay ulet. saka narealize na dapat pala nagpasa talaga kami nung papel thingie. evil dude in red. anyway, buti na lang after 15 mins natawag na names namin. yay! kuha form5a, kuha form5, pero tomorrow na lang ung rest kasi sarado na eee nun [5pm] ayan. went home. weeee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i stil hate ung sidekick ni pirena. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113136918084084039?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113136918084084039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113136918084084039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113136918084084039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113136918084084039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/bloody-bloody-hell.html' title='bloody bloody hell'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-113094598877781084</id><published>2005-11-02T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:07.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the revenge of the forgotten broccoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when i woke up this morning i didnt have any idea that i would encounter the foul-smelling broccoli from hell, eat an over-mayo-ed sandwich twice, be chased by an annoyingly infinite number of black ants, and choke on my 0%fat strawberry-flavored yogurt drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but of course, i also didnt know that today was wednesday. not that &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; made any sense, but i just wanted to point out that i was very disoriented when i woke up at 7 friggin am. i tried to ram down my own door, for crying out loud. &gt;:[ baaaad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. i went to the kitchen to make breakfast, and guess what? the broccoli that mom bought the other other day was happily sitting in the middle of the kitchen counter, only it was reeking of something rotten. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and then the only things thawed [thawn? wth.] sa ibaba ng ref ay ham and bacon. aaahhh!!! walang veggies, i already cleaned out the veggie bin yesterday and i am so not touching the dementedly grinning broccoli. haha. kaya i made myself a ham sandwich na lang.. and i guess naparami ang lagay ko ng mayo, kasi nagooverflow na talaga ung mayo. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then when i was washing my dishes, this angry swarm of ants attacked me!!! i swear! nigla na lang silang sumulpot dun tas BAM!!! lotsa ants up my feet. yak. tae naman. so i got out the handy insect spraying thingie and PFFFFT.... patay na sila. tho there's the stuffy lingering smell sa buong kitchen. maybe i used too much. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and then, playing my mukhang-nakalimutan-pero-nde-talaga na sims, i ate the same sandwich [nde ko naubos...] and then guess what? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nanganak ng TWINS ung sim ko!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha, ayan, nag choke tuloy ako sa yogurt drink ko. lalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. today jordan was unusually weird. he had this tendency to pronounce things the 'bisaya way'.. as in 'blue bay' became 'blue bee' and 'grand theft auto' became 'grand theft utu.' wahaha. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;got my math17 grade today!!! at.... [cue drumroll please] 1.75 ako!!!! wuhoo!!! nde ako makapaniwala!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.75 ako sa math17!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WAHAHAHA!!!!!! abot pa ako sa college scholar!!! [i think. *shrug*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. cant think of anything else to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-113094598877781084?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/113094598877781084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=113094598877781084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113094598877781084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/113094598877781084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/11/revenge-of-forgotten-broccoli.html' title='the revenge of the forgotten broccoli'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112990561776023057</id><published>2005-10-21T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...cupid test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;this is.. i dont know how to describe it. i dont know a word to describe it. i took the test twice to be sure.. but the results are the same. am i really? [no, its not the EPT. :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="255" height="600"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RBLDf.gif" border="1" name="thebigpicture26" /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;left&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The Wild Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;andom&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;rutal&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;reamer (&lt;span shmolor="red"&gt;RBLDf&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;shmolorful, but unpicked. You are &lt;b&gt;The Wild Rose&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're never truly single as long as you have yourself."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span shmolor="red"&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span shmolor="blue"&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Vapor Trail&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&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/13025694-112990561776023057?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112990561776023057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112990561776023057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112990561776023057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112990561776023057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/cupid-test.html' title='...cupid test...'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112990453355064536</id><published>2005-10-21T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby never eat again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nice movie, deuce bigalow. very nice movie with lots of hiraliously butt cracking punchlines. :)) haha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112990453355064536?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112990453355064536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112990453355064536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112990453355064536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112990453355064536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/baby-never-eat-again.html' title='baby never eat again'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112973089719646969</id><published>2005-10-19T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:06.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pirena (sp?) is dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;although i dont think for good, like gma killed ding in darna. owel. we'll be seeing her again, im sure of that. my only complain is that they [meaning gma] are literally dragging the story so that lira and anthony intentionally dont meet. and that sucks a lot. i wish they'd just let them meet. [altho it is quite good for the media, i mean the more they drag it, the more time the viewers will have to spend glued to their channel to see it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, bakit ba ako nagrrant about encantadia? is something wrong with me? [yah, eby, i think its called &lt;strong&gt;boredom&lt;/strong&gt;.] i need my movie fix. badly. and that's why im going out on friday. alone, if i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one of the reasons why u hate long extended perriods of doing absolutely nothing is precisely &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM BORED OUT OF MY MIND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;god help the people of the world if i start crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh! a point of interest in my otherwise dull home life: i got sick the other night. it was a mild head cold.. but i couldnt speak properly for about a night and a day. haha. yan tuloy, i had to text mike na i couldnt make it kanina, to which in my opinion was very hard to do, considering i couldnt grip anything last night.. man! and do you know what he replied? he kept asking why and blah and blah and i couldnt reply! and then nagdrama na cya. uh.. ok. when i got a little better this morning i replied, but he still hasnt made acknowledgement re my reply. owel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, [because thinking about that makes the world go round] im currently dl-ing songs.. of course after more than a week of exposure to mtv all im dl-ing are songs ive liked from them.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;man. i gotta get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, sassy girl (chun hyang) is up next sa gma. [sorry charles.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112973089719646969?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112973089719646969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112973089719646969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112973089719646969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112973089719646969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/pirena-sp-is-dead.html' title='pirena (sp?) is dead'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112951627413545348</id><published>2005-10-17T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:06.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies soap special day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;grabe, me thinks im obsessed with movies na. or the cinema, whichever you prefer. feel na feel ko kasi na next sem sobrang tadtad ako ng labs and whatanot.. wahh.. im trying to make the best out of my sembreak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;list of wanted movies: [well, na nakalabas na..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wallace and gromit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deuce bigalow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lord of war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;transporter 2 &lt;/em&gt;[showing pa ba?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.. cant think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;babalik na ako sa pisay! sa wakas! wuhoo.. for the first time after ng summer.. [not counting the alumni homecoming] para magbigay ng regalo kay mam blepblep!! [read: mam oblepias. hehe, sory, nasanay na eh.] at hulaan nyo kung ano... sabon!!! wahahaha!!! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know if today is special, but if it is, well, you know where to call me. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112951627413545348?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112951627413545348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112951627413545348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112951627413545348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112951627413545348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/movies-soap-special-day.html' title='movies soap special day'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112936032560278588</id><published>2005-10-15T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:06.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taktaktakataktak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay. the rain's so unpredictable these days. one minute it's a fiery hell, next it's as if someone threw a switch and froze everything in sight. hay. but it really doesnt concern me, because i have nothing to do except grow my sims and lose pounds. the abundance of cookbooks [really great cookbooks] around this house isnt helping much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah! i watched 40yr old virgin na nga pala. with mike, of course. astig cya! one of the funniest movies ive ever watched.. buong movie tumatawa lang ako! haha laugh trip talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112936032560278588?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112936032560278588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112936032560278588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112936032560278588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112936032560278588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/taktaktakataktak.html' title='taktaktakataktak'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112912929449674242</id><published>2005-10-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:05.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you dont turn me on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at all! -quick to panic. shiela and the insects. lss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mga dudes, short celebration lang, as of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:13pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, i am officially on sem break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;woot! parteh! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think my fascination with postcards began with mam gumba's final paper requirement: a postcard analysis. in any case, postcards are brilliantly odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"...," you might say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but let me tell you: postcards &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; odd, don't try to deny it. sending a postcard with no message is perfectly valid behaviour. a blank letter would simply be sinister. also, postcards are, under british law at least, a form of publication. the postman is assumed to read the postcard and pass on any gossip; hence a 'poison-pen postcard' is actionable for libel. in addition, unlike letters, postcards assume no reply. and i read this line sometime last week at a random blog, "a blog is a cross between a postcard and a message in a bottle." isnt that wicked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you, as the viewer/reader, assumes the role of the postman (postwoman for the sensitive ones) by reading this blog and passing on whatever *ahem* insights you might gather. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i am extremely insane, me thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, i cooked spag today. i think i did something wrong though, the flavor's completely wrong, and i love my brother right now for eating it anyway. :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he is so adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and he ate the garlic bread too. (maybe thats why he stomached my spag. he ate too much garlic bread.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;new fave bands: shiela and the insects, franz ferdinand (ata. sp?). uber astig ng quick to panic at do you want to, respectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112912929449674242?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112912929449674242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112912929449674242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112912929449674242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112912929449674242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-dont-turn-me-on.html' title='you dont turn me on'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112898782122968283</id><published>2005-10-11T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:05.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5pm pa ang sembreak ko</title><content type='html'>pala. hay akala ko magiging madali na buhay after ng math, nde pala. may paper pa pala ako na due later.. and hndi ko pa ito ginagawa.. :D masaya ako. uyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagrresearch dapat ako ngaun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cge na nga, manonood pa kami ng 40yr old virgin later ni mike eh. treat nya! [i hope. :D]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112898782122968283?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112898782122968283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112898782122968283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112898782122968283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112898782122968283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/5pm-pa-ang-sembreak-ko.html' title='5pm pa ang sembreak ko'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112887557885938742</id><published>2005-10-10T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:05.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malamig na panahon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hay.. rainy days na talaga.. ewan ko kung bkit ngaun ko lang binabanggit ng rainy days na eh ilagn buwan na ring umuulan ng malakas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;malabo ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;si charles kasi eh, ung stat mcg nya sumthing about the coldness of the rain.. paano nga pala un? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'malamig nanaman ang panahon. nalalamig na ang paa ko. pati ang puso ko.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or sumthing like that. haha. drama. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. am reading romeo and juliet [again.] for absolutely no reason. :D bored ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pick up line of the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;marunong ka bang magdrive? coz u drive me crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA! grabe, am i bored or what?:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i still have one lousy paper between me and my sembreak. damn. sana magawa ko na.. due sa tues.. final paper sa as2.. and damn, feel na feel kong iccram ko cya monday night. uyeh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;masaya ako ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna see my sims2 family tree? ung first 3 peeps palang nagagawa ko.. pero i intend na matapos ko silang lahat by the end of sem break.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;para may magawa ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;johann fastmore + angelina finn = devin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;diedra ka + dominic lake = cassidy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;derek &lt;/span&gt;mcfadden + torey rockling = dante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mack frywell + meghan griffedy = alanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;devin + cassidy = katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dante + alanna = amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;katie + amante = raymont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. o db? parang may one-child policy. kahit na ung first two sims ko ay family asp, at ang kanilang lifetime want ay marry off 6 children [as silang dalawa ha] ay isa lang talaga ang ginagawa ko.. haha. time to create diedra ang dom. :D nga pala, names courtesy of family creator ni &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mike_inside&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hanapin nyo sa &lt;a href="http://www.modthesims2.com"&gt;www.modthesims2.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112887557885938742?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112887557885938742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112887557885938742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112887557885938742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112887557885938742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/malamig-na-panahon.html' title='malamig na panahon'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112873174002211436</id><published>2005-10-08T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:05.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucky fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;taena.. mamaya na ang math17 finals.. and im not studying.. onti.. ch2 na ako.. taena talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(x_x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bday bash ni mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; later! [well, ung gagawin naming JAGAN.. :))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at mamayang 345pm.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEMBREAK NA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112873174002211436?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112873174002211436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112873174002211436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112873174002211436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112873174002211436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/fucky-fuck.html' title='fucky fuck'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112869035423482209</id><published>2005-10-07T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:04.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the dead skeletal dog: play dead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;woot. masaya ang araw na toh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;corpse bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. finally! after lovestruck, ayan na next movie that i watched.. hay, ang boring ng life ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;astig cya! sobra! masyang masaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;astig ung vows nila.. i forgot na eh, will try to look for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;aha! found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hay.. sobrang astig lang talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112869035423482209?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112869035423482209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112869035423482209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112869035423482209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112869035423482209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-dead-skeletal-dog-play-dead_07.html' title='to the dead skeletal dog: play dead!'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112864441557131189</id><published>2005-10-07T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:04.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont say goodbye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;juana. goodbye. nuff said. been playing in my head ever since i first heard it, which was three days ago. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;/i need for some time for a while before i give my heart away../&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahh!!! super - lss na to! &gt;:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. hmm, matagal na talaga akong nde nagppost dito... ano ba dapat ang ippost ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ay! mem na ako sa UPSCA! woohoo! masaya db? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kaso nawala ung phone ko right before the induction. and if you think that sucks, hindi lang phone ko ung nawala ko. pati kay org-mate marc ay nawala ko. i suck. a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now im really depressed and i wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;corpse bride + 40yr old virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;grabe itong finals week na ito. in fairness, for my first time, its pretty light. no, mali, &lt;strong&gt;it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; super light&lt;/strong&gt;. imagine, math17 lang ang finals ko? unless you count the as2 take home as finals.. which i dont.. :D ive had the whole week free till saturday.. woohoo... and everyday i leave the house at around 10.. bago nun i play sims2university.. while watching mtv.. so medyo updated na ulit ako sa music scene.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ay damn. i gotta do the accounting nga pala ng ba3batch.. hay nako. ang hirap maghabol ng resibo at pera. i have absolutely no idea which money went whereever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;james blunt - beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; samahan mo ako sa sem break! i intend to watch a new movie every week.. grabe. kasi feeling ko uber stressed ako next sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sinisimulan ko ngang magdasal eh. cge, first friday mass pa ngaun. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;rooster - deep &amp;amp; meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112864441557131189?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112864441557131189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112864441557131189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112864441557131189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112864441557131189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-say-goodbye.html' title='dont say goodbye..'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112748227027991977</id><published>2005-09-23T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:04.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pesteng pumepeste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ay nako. mali pa ung pinostan ko. pinost ko sa rantings ung una kong tinype..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WALA PA AKONG ALUMNI HUNT PAPER. GRABE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i hate myself. crammer. procastinator. peste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ate at kenny's kanina, libre ni mike. WUHOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ate at choco kiss nung wed, libre ni kla. WUHOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ate at weird korean place sa sc yesterday, libre ko. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIZZA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112748227027991977?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112748227027991977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112748227027991977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112748227027991977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112748227027991977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/09/pesteng-pumepeste.html' title='pesteng pumepeste.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112695897617188929</id><published>2005-09-17T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:03.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overcooked pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today, mike and i cooked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER SPAGHETTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wuhoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 onion chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1/2 kg ground beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hot sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tomato sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cream of mushroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. cant remember na ung proportions and eklat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;basta, na overcook namen ung pasta.. nagmistulang rice tuloy. tae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and guess what, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SECOND ANG UP SA CHEERDANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wuhoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; go fighting maroons!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at super super grand slam na ang USTE! 4years straight! go uste! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112695897617188929?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112695897617188929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112695897617188929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112695897617188929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112695897617188929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/09/overcooked-pasta.html' title='overcooked pasta'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112670807323010880</id><published>2005-09-14T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:03.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as we know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..is airing today, right now, at studio23, kabarkada mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lalala. may as2 reflection paper na due bukas.. hindi ko pa sinisimulan.. umiinom pa ako ng coffee.. which means i cant sleep pa.. unless i manage to tire bones out and my body produces so much lactic acid i cant move i have to sleep.. damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how will i pass as2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what is the meaning of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;gutom lang ba toh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;grar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;/eby, the psycho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112670807323010880?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112670807323010880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112670807323010880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112670807323010880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112670807323010880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='life as we know it'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112660991643147121</id><published>2005-09-13T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:03.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obladi oblada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love is not blind. it merely refuses to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even with this knowledge, most of us prefer blindness over seeing. because -  let's face it - ina world where everything is seeing, being blind, even for a moment, is heaven.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112660991643147121?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112660991643147121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112660991643147121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112660991643147121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112660991643147121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/09/obladi-oblada.html' title='obladi oblada'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112644610969662480</id><published>2005-09-11T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great brownie mania</title><content type='html'>okaaaay. weird week last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked brownies all wednesday+ thursday+ friday. damn. haha. grabe, made a mess of lansee's condo too. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D haha. at least you know na that your electric stove &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; an electric stove and that its working. :D and that the big red button is a grounder. =)) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto, naaliw ako sa icing, namemorize ko tuloy recipe. ansarap nito! [thanks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 ng isang box ng cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 stick ng butter&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cream the first two, add sugar gradually, then add vanilla. [haha, tama ba? basta malapit na yan. =D] refrigerate. at.. wuhoo! icing. ::happiness::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladida.. at alam nyo ba na 16tbps = 1cup? thanks to the wednesday fiasco, in which mike, lans, ching and i tried to bake without proper pans, hand towels, measuring spoons &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; cups, and tupperware. of course we improvised with tissue and leftover aluminum foil from the oh-so-delicious &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chicken alexander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [maaaaaayk, gawa ka ulet? pleeeeease? ::really big smile::] and the internet. thats right, we checked kung ilang tablespoons meron sa isang cup. may dalang ps2 si mike nun.. gtasa! and nba liv05! kaya nasunog ung first batch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody #1: ::sniff:: teka, sunog ba un?&lt;br /&gt;all others: ::takbo::&lt;br /&gt;somebody #2: bakit cya black?&lt;br /&gt;mike: kasi chocolate cya.&lt;br /&gt;everybody: ::sweatdrop::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh yeah, did i mention? this was the same wednesday when we also had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;major math long test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. at 4-6pm. so bale ginagawa namen toh before math long test.. wuhoo. feeling ko kaya baboy ko ung exam eh. :@) oink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, teka, eto muna. magpapahinga na ako. maglilinis pa ako ng kalat ko sa condo ni lans bukas. demet. wanna ps2... wanna cut philo11.. pero nde na nga ako pumasok ng thurs+firday eh. haha.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cutter to the mAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112644610969662480?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112644610969662480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112644610969662480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112644610969662480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112644610969662480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/09/great-brownie-mania.html' title='the great brownie mania'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112609883407190947</id><published>2005-09-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:02.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU is 8 letters..</title><content type='html'>..but then again, so is ‘bullshit’.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wuhoo! Mga nalalaman ni charles sa friendster. Haha. Walang magawa. Ayos.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nagbake kami kanina kina lans. Dumating ako dun sobrang basa, as in. akala nga ni ching design ung pagkabasa ng pants ko, until she saw my very wet pwet. Yehes. :D tried to study math, pero, wala rin, andun kami ni ching eh. ( ended up laughing ang laughing and laughing some more. :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dumating si mike with ps2 [wuhoo!] and some chicken alexander. Haha. Ate and ate and ate. Played gtasa. ( very happy. Baked brownies.. ung first batch was sobrang sunog ung top.. as in ang tigas talaga, at hindi luto ung ilalim. Yehes. At may logo pa nung aluminum pan ung ilalim! Haha, ad in itself cya. Heehee… ( at yun. Finaly went to math bldg for the test.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Medyo madali ung test.. or ako lan ba un? SoBrang bangag kase ako eh. Kumakanta ako nang ‘makaaasa ka’ by rivermaya.. nde ako marunong mag add [ 1 + 4 + 9 + 16 + 25 = 45???] at nde ko rin lam kung saan equal ang 10^-1… SHETS. Inabot tuloy ako ng 40mins… dahil lang dun! ( haha.. labo…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112609883407190947?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112609883407190947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112609883407190947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112609883407190947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112609883407190947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-you-is-8-letters.html' title='I LOVE YOU is 8 letters..'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112592158521514450</id><published>2005-09-05T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:02.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beware the GIANT-SIZED MAN-THING.</title><content type='html'>Wahahehe… ang astig ng superdickery.com!!! and no, its not a gay porn site as charles says it is.. :D haha. Its actually a comic bashing site.. exposing all weird prints.. including homosexual overtones, wonder-woman-oriented-phallic-bombs.. HAHA.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Benta, pramis.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bisitahin nyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112592158521514450?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112592158521514450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112592158521514450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112592158521514450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112592158521514450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/09/beware-giant-sized-man-thing.html' title='beware the GIANT-SIZED MAN-THING.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112575375326004829</id><published>2005-09-03T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:01.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagal ko nang nde nagppost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wuhoo! finally posting again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ka-chat ko ngayon si blockmate!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... first time toh.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;went last night sa very first alumni homecoming ko! free food! free concert! rivermaya!!! RICOoOoOoO!!!!!!!!!! shets. kaya lan ung pede lang mag pa-autograph sa kanila ung me poster ka.. kaya lan sa simula sla nagbenta.. tas wala na pagdating ko.. demn. astig, daming taong nakita ulet. wuhoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;induction as batch officer din kagabi.. la lan, sharing. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;uhm, ano pa ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;la na akong maisip.. mariah carey's surrounding me.. &lt;em&gt;dreamlover&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BANGAG NA AKO. shets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;buhbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112575375326004829?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112575375326004829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112575375326004829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112575375326004829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112575375326004829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/09/tagal-ko-nang-nde-nagppost.html' title='tagal ko nang nde nagppost...'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112523804701904007</id><published>2005-08-28T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:01.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chippy commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayah, i forgot to mention the great &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHIPPY commercials&lt;/span&gt; airing nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA!!!! sobrang benta sila sa akin.. grabe, akala ko pa naman 'chippy' un or something.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEAR HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; pala! =)) lmao.. tas ung isa pa! haha.. '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dukot, bigay. dukot, bigay. dukot, abot. alo~ok..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' haha, dance steps pala un! tas nung sinabing 'smile!' sabay sabay silang nagsmile! waw... sobrang kyot nila..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;teka, try kong maghanap ng pics.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112523804701904007?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112523804701904007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112523804701904007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112523804701904007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112523804701904007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/chippy-commercials.html' title='chippy commercials'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112523702963985382</id><published>2005-08-28T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 2-3 zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the 2-3 zone: defense against FEU kanina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everytime we shoot a two.. they score a three. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan, may natutunan akong bago. :D thanks sheen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, sobrang nakakairita ung game kanina.. tsk. tie na nga nung halftime eh.. kasi tres nang tres sina arwind santos at ung bagong /s/ guy ng feu.. hay nako. eh di tuloy walang kwenta ung pinagagawa ni axel d nung last seconds ng 2nd qtr.. angas na tres pa naman un.. hay. sayang lan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pero in fairness, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FIGHTING MAROONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nga talaga tayo. till the end we fight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, ayan, school spirit to the max. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;owel. sana naman mas maganda next year. =F asa. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO UP FIGHTING MAROONS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112523702963985382?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112523702963985382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112523702963985382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112523702963985382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112523702963985382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/2-3-zone.html' title='the 2-3 zone'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112506194715401063</id><published>2005-08-26T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:01.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hay nako. ewan. mike kasi eh. ayan. medyo bad3p buong araw. hay nako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;grar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;anyway.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm. ewan. rainy day. met mj and jarvine [sp?] for the first time today. cool dudes. no cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm. kas2 lt tom. dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112506194715401063?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112506194715401063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112506194715401063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112506194715401063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112506194715401063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='&gt;:('/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112498157897319710</id><published>2005-08-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:00.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayos, tagal ko nang nde nagppost. mga one week. approx. :D damn. forgot about cell secrecy.. am erasing posts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;busy busy week. monday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no MATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. again. :D happiness. then walang as2. at.. may mbb. then met with mike..? dont remember na. guess so. ah. sa sc. ayun. tas may philo11. grar. test next thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tuesday. wala &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NANAMANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; math. double happiness. :D wala ring kas2... pero may es1. hmm. ayos lan. medyo confusing ang parallel at perpendicular lines.. after nun upsca. then uwi na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wednesday. no pe. :D triple &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPINESS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hndi ko makakalaro si crista (sp?) the resident uber galing na player sa class namen. yay. at un. lunch with mike sa choco *mwuah* :)) nilibre nya ako! at tapos, may sp for nuab at scarb. ayun. hinatid ako ni mike pauwi. jeep. jeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at eto, ngaun. may math na. haay. at midterms sa as2. haaaaay. pero 1.25 naman ako sa paper, ayos lan. :D may mbb. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. tas upsca acle required. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. pero nanood ako ng &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ateneo! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pero ayos lan. umulan ng malakas.. at un. si mike naghanap ng taxi. basang basa cya! hay nako. kaya ayun, pinastop ko muna sa haus para makapagpalit cya ng damit.. at un, pinakain pa ni mama! haha. at kinantyawan pa cya ni jordan. :D weird word = kinantyawan. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayun. went home na cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112498157897319710?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112498157897319710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112498157897319710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112498157897319710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112498157897319710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/ha.html' title='ha!'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112459978136465727</id><published>2005-08-21T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:00.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3pping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY, pero im deleting certain parts of this post. forgot about CELL SECRECY eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahay, nakakapagod na last two days ang pinagdaanan ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday: UPSCA apps gelling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm, all in all, masayang araw cya. got to dh at saktong 830, ako ang pinakamaagang app! naks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, naging textmate buddy ko nga pala si ta-ta. haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday: kas2 temple tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;got at as steps at exactly 630am. 615am kasi andun pa ako sa 7-11 sa vis ave, namimili ng candy at hotdog. haha. waited. naupo kami ng quackers sa pinakalikod, tas gitna ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kwento galore, tas ang ingay namin. sobra! kami lang nga nagiingay dun eh.. haha. tas si jen kasi, sinabi na siopao daw tawag sa kanya ni edison, resident bangag with cool hair ng as2 class namin, kaya ayun. napagtripan tuloy cya. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[tune of 'jopay' by mayonaisse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;siopao..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kamusta ka na?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dadalhin kita sa aming bahay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;di tayo magaaway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aalis tayo sa tunay na mundo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan. mga bangag. haha.. at meron pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[tune of instant ayos]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ensaymada..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ensaymada..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;parang magic talaga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinamay lang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sumarap na..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tena.. haha sobrang bangag kami!!! tas may langaw pa na pabalikbalik sa happy hair ni andoni.. ayun, ginawan tuloy namin ng kwento. bahay kasi nung fly ung buhok ni andoni.. HAHA... ayun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sobrang aliw ng orthodox priest! mukha cyang santa claus.. so huggy.. haha.. nahiya lang ako, kasi ng flash ung cam ko when i took a picture of him.. hay nako. nakakahiya talga. haha. tas un..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sikh temple girl was cute. haha. so.. animated. lalo na pag nag 'nonono' cya.. aww... so cute! pero the food wasnt. pinakain kami ng 'holy food' made from flour sugar and oil.. it was.. icky. and then hindi lang kami dun natapos! pinakain kami ng weird squishy yellow balls.. and then uber tamis na fruit salad.. and then may weird colorless drink na amoy at lasang kanal! ewww.. muntik na akong masuka.. and that wasnt the gross part.. nakapaa lang kami dun! kahit sa cr! eww talaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, we ate at robinsons mla.. sabi ni lans nakita daw nila si nico vasquez.. sayang, didnt see him.. anyway..nag window shopping with pao and siopao.. este jen pala.. [;p] and then jen was making aya me na magpasalon daw kami.. haha, wla lan, first time kasing may magaya sa akin nun eh. hehe. so.. ewan. magjjogging kami sa up sa tues.. and maybe every tues for the rest of the sem.. haha.. at un. bought confessions ni linsay lohan.. sabi nila impulse buyer daw ako. DUH. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayun. next stop taoist temple. colorful, inscenseful, sleepy atmosphere. sobra. slept through most of the lecture. took losts of pictures. ang tagal!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;last: hindu temple. masaya ung speaker.. may weird accent lan talaga cya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im going to the &lt;/em&gt;lollipop&lt;em&gt;.. i say to myself im going to the &lt;/em&gt;lollipop&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;whatda? anyway, we had lots of fun defluffing the carpet. and then.. un. may nakita kami ni riz na ad ni kris aquino na 'whitecat' haha, pinicturan ko. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nga pala, photos to follow. bagal net eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pauwi sobrang ingay namin ng quackers.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;philcoa station. philcoa station. next: up diliman station. up diliman station.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha... mga bangag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eby: lam nyo ung song na tl ako sa yo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jen: oo, jolina magdangal song un eh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pao: .. makes sense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pao+eby: *cracking up na*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jen: *make kiliti pao because she cant reach eby*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eby: *roll while laughing*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.. ayan. then went home na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;damn. midterms ng as2 sa thurs na, and 2ndlt sa kas2 sa sat. how lucky am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112459978136465727?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112459978136465727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112459978136465727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112459978136465727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112459978136465727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/3pping.html' title='3pping.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112445685495347106</id><published>2005-08-19T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yahoo</title><content type='html'>you like the new layout? me likes it too. haha. starring fergie of bep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naks. may apps gelling kmai kanina. andami kong nakilala, yehey! wala lang.. parang tunog nun sobrang wala akong kilala.. pero wala lang. medyo nagbond kasi kami.. lalo nung collage tearing part. haha. :D more details when i have more time. y!g : &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/upsca05"&gt;upscaapplix05&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep na, may temple tour pa ako bukas. haaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[wondering why i have a new layout? &lt;a href="brokenrants.blogspot.com"&gt; ito.&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112445685495347106?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112445685495347106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112445685495347106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112445685495347106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112445685495347106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/yahoo.html' title='yahoo'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112437545489564430</id><published>2005-08-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:23:00.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wuhoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wait. you know, i gotta change the layout na. working on it. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey, dyaknow? isa lang klase ko ngaun. 10-1130. damn. couldve watched must love dogs. hay nako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112437545489564430?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112437545489564430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112437545489564430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112437545489564430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112437545489564430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/wuhoo.html' title='wuhoo'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112420090772147224</id><published>2005-08-16T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:22:59.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha cutterrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am officially a cutter. haha. dalawang araw na akong nde pumapasok nang matino sa mga klase ko dahil sa lecheng film sa kas2. tas nde pa kami nagkaintindihan ng groupmate ko.. HAY NAKO. leche talaga. tas wednesday pa bukas.. may cell! hay nako talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;required mass on thursday. app gelling on friday. temple tour on saturday. PAHINGA ON SUNDAY. hay nako.. acad hell week na nga last week, tas eto, eto ang extra curriculars hell week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayun. hehe.test nanaman sa kas2 sa next sat.. hay nako, sana pumasa ako dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dedication!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;im sorry - moon*88&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im on my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with my roses and boxful of sweets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had it all memorized the lines in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking ill be winning your smile once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when i saw you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i realized how i am ashamed of myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mouth has failed to say things i just cant express&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;afraid to say things i might regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is there to do when i did something wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;didnt mean to hurt you but it took so long to say im sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you wont ever leave me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you wont ever leave me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you wont ever leave me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you wont&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you wont&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you wont&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you wont ever leave me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you wont&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kilala mo na kung sino ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112420090772147224?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112420090772147224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112420090772147224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112420090772147224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112420090772147224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/haha-cutterrrrrrrr.html' title='haha cutterrrrrrrr'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112404703513011293</id><published>2005-08-15T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:22:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey i~insomniac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, eto na, bangag nanaman ako. grabe, habit na ba toh?? shiit, bumabalik nnman ata insomnia ko.. nooo... damn kas2... shiit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bakit kasi ako ang kailangang magedit? ay, wala nga pala kanina si joanne. tas hndi marunong si lans. NOOOO.... ayoko na.. gusto ko nang matulog.. help..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;demet. ambagal pa magup sa photobucket. basta.. may astig na pic ako dun ni TENEN! fernando BOE! hahaha :)) angas kaya. :D tas ng kas2 groupmates.. at ewan ko pa. basta. puntahan nyo na lan, andyan naman ung link sa tabi tabi.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;shiit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kailangang ulitin ang voicing with andoni later. haha.. yes! :D another one-on-one moment! haha, joke. wala naman kaming ginagawa kundi magusap. haha. astig, may screws cya sa right knee nya.. wuhoo! naastigan talaga ako dun. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cgecge, kinokonsensya na ako.. magggoogle na ako.. damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112404703513011293?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112404703513011293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112404703513011293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112404703513011293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112404703513011293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-iinsomniac.html' title='hey i~insomniac!'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112394101034060503</id><published>2005-08-13T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:22:59.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huwaw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;AAAHHH!!! first time kong mabangag during es1.. at long test pa! shiit. un ba ang kapalit ng pagtapos ng bourne identity ko kagabi? grar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sana pasado ako.. ayokong mag finals dun eh. isa pang aaralin. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, nuod bewitched! haha, bentang benta sa amin ni ching lahat ng linya.. pati ung before pa manood, sa may corridor lan kami.. nagtatawan sa may magical blue light. HAHAHA!!! &lt;em&gt;oohh.. blue light!&lt;/em&gt; *poke* shiit.. mga bangag. haha.. ayun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;la lan, natuwa ako, last week nanood ako ng charlie. the week before that wedding crashers. tas before nun.. nakalimutan ko na, basta meron din. shiit. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cge, un lan muna. may kas2 filming pa bukas. haaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112394101034060503?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112394101034060503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112394101034060503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112394101034060503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112394101034060503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/huwaw.html' title='huwaw.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112385124826317663</id><published>2005-08-12T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:22:59.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wuhoo! ang interesting ng day na toh. first of all, dahil aug12, a very significant day in my life, at dahil buong araw umuulan nang malakas.. tuloy, i couldnt help but think the skies are crying.. for me? hindi ko naman &lt;em&gt;cya&lt;/em&gt; nakita buong araw. labo. maybe that's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, wala si wamar kanina. ayun, usap lan buong block, nagpasagot ng isang seemingly unanswerable na tanong sa philo11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~(Rv~S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~SvP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P&gt;Q /~Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan. haha, nabaliw ako dyan for 5mins. hehe. ayun, nde masagutan nila kate, mo, dennis at jonel. kaya pinakita ko solution ko.. pero nde ko naman alam kung tama. SANA! 10pts din un. haha. tas biglang may pumasok na not-bading-but-looks-like-it na substi prof para kay wamar - may sakit daw cya. tas naglec cya. LECHE! namiss ko tuloy si wamar. WALANG KWENTA CYA MAGTURO!!! o baka masyado lang akong nasanay kay wamar.. ang kalog kasi nya eh.. ung bang matatawa ka.. pero ung substi ay isang tight-assed bitch-not-wannabe.. hay nako.. taray! ewan, buti may klase pa cyang isa. HA! wamar: magpagaling na kayo! ayaw namin sa kanya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayun, sa kas2, nagdiscuss lang si sir.. at katabi ko ang medyo cute kong groupmate! yay! =3 happy.. tas asbi ni roz ung katabi nya daw ay may uberduperwhite smile.. as in ung tipong nagpableach.. too bad nde talaga namin cya kklase. shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;es1, mock exam. aka bangag sessions ng g15. haha, hndi ko matapos-tapos ung plates dahil sobrang nanginginig ung kamay ko sa sobrang tawa! si jill kasi, bentang benta sa akin ung jokes! pati pa si charles, andaming alam na kung ano ano. un tuloy, tinamad na akong gawin. tas na-aj pa ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sir: kailangan nyo bang ipasa yan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: eh sir, kailangan pa bang ipasa ito?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;shiit. mali un ah. haha, tas tawa lang ulet. katabi ko kasi si ching eh. haha! bangag modes to the max!!! nagcell sa upsca, tas mineet ko si andoni [see kas2 description above. hint hint.] for the voicing ng film namin.. and we went sa isang deserted area ng 4th floor. tas wala. haha, nakakakaba pala un, being alone with a guy you barely know in a deserted classroom.. na gusto pa nyang isara ung pinto.. sa 4th floor pa. haha, pero ayos lang, i dont thinkn andoni's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; kind of guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;natapos na kami, we stayed a while and made kwento.. then bumaba na kami. MAY KOTSE CYA!!! wuhoo! plus points! yeh. then nagkwentuhan some more.. then nalaman nya na nde pa tapos sa meeting dad ko.. so he offered to make hatid me! [uh, fear over kilig. sorry. =] so sadly, i turned him down. hehe. next time, pramis. HAHA! ayos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan, interesting accounts of the day. 12th of aug. may significance ba yan sa iyo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112385124826317663?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112385124826317663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112385124826317663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112385124826317663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112385124826317663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/fun-day.html' title='fun day'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112377065109755648</id><published>2005-08-12T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:22:58.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parang kahapon lang, wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ang title ay tribute to AJ Tolibas, my very good friend. sinabi nya yan las tuesday. galing noh? sa harap ng buong klase. yeh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midterms were a breeze.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not literally, pero kumpara sa LT ni wamar, andali lang ng midterms. bakit kasi walang nagsabi sa akin na madali lang.. ayan tuloy, nagpuyat ako hanggang 4am ng madaling araw para lamang dun.. habang nagmmulti-task na 'gumagawa' na script para sa kas2 filming. yeh. uber-duper-mega crammer. tas ayun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday ung midterms, db? eh wednesday din ung pe ko. na table tennis. na practical exam namin kahapon. akala ni mama wala akong klase pag wednesday, [which is impossible by the way, HALLER?!] kaya ayun, ginising nila ako nang 730 para lang sabihin na aalis na sila. enter panic modes. shiit. pe class was 800. shiit talaga. &lt;em&gt;ligobihisayosgamitkaenhakotgamitsakotse.&lt;/em&gt; in under 15mins. ang galing no? tas filming pa kami nun sa kas2, so dala ko pa ung tripod, vid, tapes, etc. pagdating ko sa pe sabi ni roz mukha daw akong kaawaawang zombie. haha. tas hindi lang un.. pe wa spracticals, remember? porket akin lang ung unang index card.. ako un nauna. hindi kasi ako makahindi kay sir robert eh. *sigh* ayun, 17 ako sa service, over 25 un. buti na lang nakachamba ako at nakakuha ng 7 the first time. YEESS. tas sa volley.. mga 12 lang ako. *sigh* ayos lan, 25 over 50 naman passing ni sir. eh di 29/50 ako. ok na un, right? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midterms. 2 blue book, isang ballpen. 2 oras. 6parts. ayos lan. tapos kaagad. alis, punta casaa para kumain, then TENEN! [dapat audio yan eh. use your imagination na lan. =] text si joanne, resident movie techie ng group namen. nawawala daw nya vid editor nya! anong gagawin ko? eh di umuwi ako. pagdating sa haus, text si lans. kailngan daw ng drums, ng tela, ng tali. HAY. ayan, hakot ng kung anong makita. hukay. taxi pabalik ng up. ano ako, tanga na magbubuhat nung sa jeep? nde ah. nde paako kumakain nun. pagdating ko tuloy sa as, sobrang bangag ako. AS IN. pic ng group &lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/eby_03/kas2/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! nde nga lang kasama dyan si joanne at si pao.. wala kasi sila eh. perfy was the transvestite autistic shaman. HAHA! pero in fairness, carry nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina may logic LT, ayos lang. nagalala pa ako.. eh madali lang naman magpa-exam si matag. sobra. tapos ko na in less than 30mins. heehee. alis kaagad, catch up on bourne identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uwi dito, hinahanap ko ung autocad.. kasi gusto kong gawin ung es1hw sa autocad. nde ko nakita, &lt;a href="http://brokenrants.blogspot.com"&gt;gawa ng ibang bagay&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112377065109755648?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112377065109755648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112377065109755648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112377065109755648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112377065109755648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/parang-kahapon-lang-wednesday.html' title='parang kahapon lang, wednesday.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112360503672316133</id><published>2005-08-10T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:22:58.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a f*cking fallacy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love Is a Fallacy, by Max Shulman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool was I and logical. Keen, calculating, perspicacious, acute --- I was all of these. My brain was as powerful as a dynamo, precise as a chemist's scales, as penetrating as a scalpel. And - think of it! - I was only eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;It is not often that one so young has such a giant intellect. Take, for example, Petey Burch, my roommate at the University of Minnesota. Same age, same background, but dumb as an ox. A nice enough fellow, you understand, but nothing upstairs. Emotional type. Unstable. Impressionable. Worst of all, a faddist. Fads, I submit, are the very negation of reason. To be swept up in every new craze that comes along, to surrender oneself to idiocy just because everybody else is doing it - this to me, is the acme of mindlessness. Not, however, to Petey.&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon I found Petey lying on his bed with an expression of such distress on his face that I immediately diagnosed appendicitis. "Don't move," I said, "Don't take a laxative. I'll get a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;"Raccoon," he mumbled thickly.&lt;br /&gt;"Raccoon?" I said, pausing in my flight.&lt;br /&gt;"I want a raccon coat," he wailed.&lt;br /&gt;I perceived that his trouble was not physical but mental. "Why do you want a raccoon coat?"&lt;br /&gt;"I should have known it," he cried, pounding his temples.&lt;br /&gt;"I should have known it they'd come back when the Charleston came back. Like a fool I spent all my money for textbook, and now I can't get a raccoon coat."&lt;br /&gt;"Can you mean," I said incredulously," that people are actually wearing raccoon coats again?"&lt;br /&gt;"All the Big Men on Campus are wearing them. Where've you been?"&lt;br /&gt;"In the library," I said, naming a place not frequented by Big Men on Campus.&lt;br /&gt;He leaped from the bed and paced the room. "I've got to have a raccoon coat," he said passionately. "I've got to!"&lt;br /&gt;"Petey, why? Look at it rationally. Raccoon coats are unsanitary. They shed. They smell bad. They weigh too much. They're unsightly. They..."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't understand," he interrupted, impatiently. "It's the thing to do. Don't you want to be in the swim?"&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I do," he declared. "I'd give anything for a raccoon coat. Anything!"&lt;br /&gt;My brain, that precision instrument, slipped into high gear. "Anything?" I asked, looking at him narrowly.&lt;br /&gt;"Anything," he affirmed in ringing tones.&lt;br /&gt;I stroked my chin thoughtfully. It so happened that I knew where to get my hands on a raccoon coat. My father had had one in his undergraduate days; it lay now in a trunk in the attic back home. It also happened that Petey had something I wanted. He didn't have it exactly, but at least he had first rights on it. I refer to his girl, Polly Espy.&lt;br /&gt;I had long coveted Polly Espy. Let me emphasize that my desire for this young woman was not emotional in nature. She was, to be sure, a girl who excited the emotions, but I was not one to let my heart rule my head. I wanted Polly For a shrewdly calculated, entirely cerebral reason.&lt;br /&gt;I was a freshman in law school. In a few years I would be out in practice. I was well aware of the importance of the right kind of wife in furthering a lawyer's career. The successful lawyers I had observed were, almost without exception, married to beautiful, gracious, intelligent women. With one omission, Polly fitted these specifications perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful she was. She was not yet of pin-up proportions, but I felt that time would supply the lack. She already had the makings.&lt;br /&gt;Gracious she was. By gracious I mean full of graces. She had an erectness of carriage, an ease of bearing, a poise that clearly indicated the best of breeding. At table her manners were exquisite. I had seen her at the Kozy Kampus Korner eating the specialty of the house - a sandwich that contained scraps of pot roast, gravy, chopped nuts, and a dipper of sauerkraut - without even getting her fingers moist.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent she was not. In fact, she veered in the opposite direction. But I believed that under my guidance she would smarten up. At any rate, it was worth a try. It is, after all, easier to make a beautiful dumb girl smart than to make an ugly smart girl beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;"Petey," I said, "are you in love with Polly Espy?"&lt;br /&gt;"I think she's a keen kid," he replied, "but I don't know if you call it love. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you," I asked, "have any kind of formal arrangement with her? I mean are you going steady or anything like that?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. We see each other quite a bit, but we both have other dates. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Is there," I asked, "any other man for whom she has a particular fondness?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not that I know of. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;I nodded with satisfaction. "In other words, if you were out of the picture, the field would be open. Is that right?"&lt;br /&gt;"I guess so. What are you getting at?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing , nothing," I said innocently, and took my suitcase out the closet.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going?" asked Petey.&lt;br /&gt;"Home for weekend." I threw a few things into the bag.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen," he said, clutching my arm eagerly, "while you're home, you couldn't get some money from your old man, could you, and lend it to me so I can buy a raccoon coat?"&lt;br /&gt;"I may do better than that," I said with a mysterious wink and closed my bag and left.&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;"Look," I said to Petey when I got back Monday morning. I threw open the suitcase and revealed the huge, hairy, gamy object that my father had worn in his Stutz Bearcat in 1925.&lt;br /&gt;"Holy Toledo!" said Petey reverently. He plunged his hands into the raccoon coat and then his face. "Holy Toledo!" he repeated fifteen or twenty times.&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like it?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes!" he cried, clutching the greasy pelt to him. Then a canny look came into his eyes. "What do you want for it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your girl." I said, mincing no words.&lt;br /&gt;"Polly?" he said in a horrified whisper. "You want Polly?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's right."&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged. "Okay. If you don't want to be in the swim, I guess it's your business."&lt;br /&gt;I sat down in a chair and pretended to read a book, but out of the corner of my eye I kept watching Petey. He was a torn man. First, he looked at the coat with the expression of waif at a bakery window. Then he turned away and set his jaw resolutely. Then he looked back at the coat, with even more longing in his face. Then he turned away, but with not so much resolution this time. Back and forth his head swiveled, desire waxing, resolution waning. Finally he didn't turn away at all; he just stood and stared with mad lust at the coat.&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't as though I was in love with Polly," he said thickly. "Or going steady or anything like that."&lt;br /&gt;"That's right," I murmured.&lt;br /&gt;"What's Polly to me, or me to Polly?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not a thing," said I.&lt;br /&gt;"It's just been a casual kick - just a few laughs, that's all."&lt;br /&gt;"Try on the coat," said I.&lt;br /&gt;He compiled. The coat bunched high over his ears and dropped all the way down to his shoe tops. He looked like a mound of dead raccoons. "Fits fine," he said happily.&lt;br /&gt;I rose from my chair. "Is it a deal?" I asked, extending my hand. He swallowed. "It's a deal," he said and shook my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I had my first date with Polly the following evening. This was in the nature of a survey. I wanted to find out just how much work I had to get her mind up to the standard I required. I took her first to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;"Gee, that was a delish dinner," she said as we left the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;And then I took her home. "Gee, I had a sensaysh time," she said as she bade me good night.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room with a heavy heart. I had gravely underestimated the size of my task. This girl's lack of information was terrifying. Nor would it be enough merely to supply her with information. First she had to be taught to "think". This loomed as a project of no small dimensions, and at first I was tempted to give her back to Petey.&lt;br /&gt;But then I got to thinking about her abundant physical charms and about the way she entered a room and the way she handled a knife and fork, and I decided to make an effort.&lt;br /&gt;I went about it, as in all things, systematically. I gave her a course in logic. It happened that I, as a law student, was taking a course in logic myself, so I had all the facts at my fingertips. "Polly," I said to her when I picked her up on our next date, "tonight we are going over to the Knoll and talk."&lt;br /&gt;"Oo, terrif," she replied. One thing I will say for this girl: you would go far to find another so agreeable.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Knoll, the campus trysting place, and we sat down under an old oak, and she looked at me expectantly. "What are we going to talk about?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Logic."&lt;br /&gt;She thought this over for a minute and decided she liked it. "Magnif," she said.&lt;br /&gt;Logic," I said, clearing my throat, "is the science of thinking. Before we can think correctly, we must first learn to recognize the common fallacies of logic. These we will take up tonight."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow-dow!" she cried, clapping her hands delightedly.&lt;br /&gt;I winced, but went bravely on. "First let us examine the fallacy called Dicto Simpliciter."&lt;br /&gt;"By all means," she urged, batting her lashes eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;"Dicto Simpliciter means an argument based on an unqualified generalization. For example: Exercise is good. Therefore everybody should exercise."&lt;br /&gt;"Polly," I said gently, "the argument is a fallacy. Exercise is good is an unqualified generalization. For instance, if you have heart disease, exercise is bad, not good. Therefore exercise is bad, not good. Many people are ordered by their doctors not to exercise. You must qualify the generalization. You must say exercise is usually good, or exercise is good for most people. Otherwise you have committed a Dicto Simpliciter. Do you see?"&lt;br /&gt;"No," she confessed. "But this is marvy. Do more! Do more!"&lt;br /&gt;"It will be better if you stop tugging at my sleeve," I told her, and when she desisted, I continued. "Next we take up a fallacy called Hasty Generalization. Listen carefully: You can't speak French. Petey Burch can't speak French. I must therefore conclude that nobody at the University of Minnesota can speak French."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" said Polly, amazed. "Nobody?"&lt;br /&gt;I hid my exasperation. "Polly, it's a fallacy. The generalization is reached too hastily. There are too few instance to support such a conclusion."&lt;br /&gt;Know any more fallacies?" she asked breathlessly. "This is more fun than dancing, even."&lt;br /&gt;I fought off a wave of despair. I was getting no where with this girl, absolutely no where. Still, I am nothing, if not persistent. I continued. "Next comes Post Hoc. Listen to this: Let's not take Bill on our picnic. Every time we take it out with us, it rains."&lt;br /&gt;"I know somebody just like that," she exclaimed. "A girl back home - Eula Becker, her name is. It never fails. Every single time we take her on a picnic..."&lt;br /&gt;"Polly," I said sharply, "it's a fallacy. Eula Becker doesn't cause the rain. She has no connection with the rain. You are guilty of Post Hoc if you blame Eula Becker."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll never do it again," she promised contritely. "Are you mad at me?"&lt;br /&gt;I sighed deeply. "No, Polly, I'm not mad."&lt;br /&gt;"Then tell me some more fallacies."&lt;br /&gt;"All right. Let's try Contradictory Premises."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, let's," she chirped, blinking her eyes happily.&lt;br /&gt;I frowned, but plunged ahead. "Here's an example of Contradictory Premises: If God can do anything, can He make a stone so heavy that He won't be able to lift it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," she replied promptly.&lt;br /&gt;"But if He can do anything, He can lift the stone," I pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," she said thoughtfully. "Well, then I guess He can't make the stone."&lt;br /&gt;"But He can do anything," I reminded her.&lt;br /&gt;She scratched her pretty, empty head. "I'm all confused," she admitted.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you are. Because when the premises of an argument contradict each other, there can be no argument. If there is an irresistible force, there can be no immovable object. If there is an immovable object, there can be no irresistible force. Get it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me more of this keen stuff," she said eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;I consulted my watch. "I think we'd better call it a night. I'll take you home now, and you go over all the things you've learned. We'll have another session tomorrow night."&lt;br /&gt;I deposited her at the girls' dormitory, where she assured me that she had had a "perfectly" evening, and I went glumly home to my room. Petey lay snoring in his bed, the raccoon coat huddled like a great hairy beast at his feet. For a moment I considered waking him and telling him that he could have his girl back. It seemed clear that my project was doomed to failure. The girl simply had a logic-proof head.&lt;br /&gt;But then I reconsidered. I had wasted one evening; I might as well waste another. Who knew? Maybe somewhere in the extinct crater of her mind, a few members still smoldered. Maybe somehow I could fan them into flame. Admittedly it was not a prospect fraught with hope, but I decided to give it one more try.&lt;br /&gt;Seated under the oak the next evening I said, "Our first fallacy tonight is called Ad Misericordiam."&lt;br /&gt;She quivered with delight.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen closely," I said. "A man applies for a job. When the boss asks him what his qualifications are, he has a wife and six children at home, the wife is a helpless cripple, the children have nothing to eat, no clothes to wear, no shoes on their feet, there are no beds in the house, no coal in the cellar, and winter is coming."&lt;br /&gt;A tear rolled down each of Polly's pink cheeks. "Oh, this is awful, awful," she sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it's awful," I agreed, "but it's no argument. The man never answered the boss's question about his qualifications. Instead he appealed to the boss's sympathy. He committed the fallacy of Ad Misericordiam. Do you understand?"&lt;br /&gt;"Have you got a handkerchief?" she blubbered.&lt;br /&gt;I handed her a handkerchief and tried to keep from screaming while she wiped her eyes. "Next," I said in a carefully controlled tone, "we will discuss False Analogy. Here is an example: Students should be allowed to look at their textbooks during examination. After all, surgeons have X rays to guide them during a trial, carpenters have blueprints to guide them when they are building a house. Why, then, shouldn't students be allowed to look at their textbooks during examination?"&lt;br /&gt;"There now," she said enthusiastically, "is the most marvy idea I've heard in years."&lt;br /&gt;"Polly," I said testily, "the argument is all wrong. Doctors, lawyers, and carpenters aren't taking a test to see how much they have learned, but students are. The situations are altogether different, and you can't make an analogy between them."&lt;br /&gt;"I still think it's a good idea," said Polly.&lt;br /&gt;"Nuts," I muttered. Doggedly I pressed on. "Next we'll try Hypothesis Contrary to Fact."&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds yummy," was Polly's reaction.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen: If Madame Curie had not happened to leave a photographic plate in a drawer with a chunk of pitchblende, the world today would not know about radium."&lt;br /&gt;"True, true," said Polly, nodding her head "Did you see the movie? Oh, it just knocked me out. That Walter Pidgeon is so dreamy. I mean he fractures me."&lt;br /&gt;"If you can forget Mr. Pidgeon for a moment," I said coldly, "I would like to point out that statement is a fallacy. Maybe Madame Curie would have discovered radium at some later date. Maybe somebody else would have discovered it. Maybe any number of things would have happened. You can't start with a hypothesis that is not true and then draw any supportable conclusions from it."&lt;br /&gt;"They ought to put Walter Pidgeon in more pictures," said Polly, "I hardly ever see him any more."&lt;br /&gt;One more chance, I decided. But just one more. There is a limit to what flesh and blood can bear. "The next fallacy is called Poisioning the Well."&lt;br /&gt;"How cute!" she gurgled.&lt;br /&gt;"Two men are having a debate. The first one gets up and says, 'My opponent is a notorious liar. You can't believe a word that he is going to say.' ... Now, Polly, think hard. What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;I watched her closely as she knit her creamy brow in concentration. Suddenly a glimmer of intelligence -- the first I had seen -- came into her eyes. "It's not fair," she said with indignation. "It's not a bit fair. What chance has the second man got if the first man calls him a liar before he even begins talking?"&lt;br /&gt;"Right!" I cried exultantly. "One hundred per cent right. It's not fair. The first man has poisoned the well before anybody could drink from it. He has hamstrung his opponent before he could even start ... Polly, I'm proud of you."&lt;br /&gt;"Pshaws," she murmured, blushing with pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;"You see, my dear, these things aren't so hard. All you have to do is concentrate. Think-examine-evaluate. Come now, let's review everything we have learned."&lt;br /&gt;"Fire away," she said with an airy wave of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Heartened by the knowledge that Polly was not altogether a cretin, began a long, patient review of all I had told her. Over and over and over again I cited instances, pointed out flaws, kept hammering away without letup. It was like digging a tunnel. At first, everything was work, sweat, and darkness. I had no idea when I would reach the light, or even if I would. But I persisted. I pounded and clawed and scraped, and finally I was rewarded. I saw a chink of light. And then the chink got bigger and the sun came pouring in and all was bright.&lt;br /&gt;Five grueling nights with this book was worth it. I had made a logician out of Polly; I had taught her to think. My job was done. She was worthy of me, at last. She was a fit wife for me, a proper hostess for many mansions, a suitable mother for my well-heeled children.&lt;br /&gt;It must not be thought that I was without love for this girl. Quite the contrary. Just as Pygmalion loved mine. I determined to acquaint her with feelings at our very next meeting. The time had come to change our relationship from academic to romantic.&lt;br /&gt;"Polly," I said when next we sat beneath our oak, "tonight we will not discuss fallacies."&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, gee," she said, disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;"My dear," I said, favoring her with a smile, "we have now spent five evenings together. We have gotten along splendidly. It is clear that we are well matched."&lt;br /&gt;"Hasty Generalization," said Polly brightly.&lt;br /&gt;"I beg your pardon," said I.&lt;br /&gt;"Hasty Generalization," she repeated. "How can you say that we are well matched on the basis of only five dates?"&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled with amusement. The dear child had learned her lessons well. "My dear," I said, patting her hand in a tolerant manner, "five dates is plenty. After all, you don't have to eat a whole cake to know that it's good."&lt;br /&gt;"False Analogy," said Polly promptly. "I'm not a cake. I'm a girl."&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled with somewhat less amusement. The dear child had learned her lessons perhaps too well. I decided to change tactics. Obviously the best approach was a simple, strong, direct declaration of love. I paused for a moment while my massive brain chose the proper word. Then I began:&lt;br /&gt;"Polly, I love you. You are the whole world to me, and the moon and the stars and the constellations of outer space. Please, my darling, say that you will go steady with me, for if you will not, life will be meaningless. I will languish. I will refuse my meals. I will wander the face of the earth, a shambling, hollow-eyed hulk."&lt;br /&gt;There, I thought, folding my arms, that ought to do it.&lt;br /&gt;"Ad Misericordiam," said Polly.&lt;br /&gt;I ground my teeth. I was not Pygmalion; I was Frankenstein, and my monster had me by the throat. Frantically I fought back the tide of panic surging through me; at all costs I had to keep cool.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Polly," I said, forcing a smile, "you certainly have learned your fallacies."&lt;br /&gt;"You're darn right," she said with a vigorous nod.&lt;br /&gt;"And who taught them to you, Polly?"&lt;br /&gt;"You did."&lt;br /&gt;"That's right. So you do owe me something, don't you, my dear? If I hadn't come along you never would have learned about fallacies."&lt;br /&gt;"Hypothesis Contrary to Fact," she said instantly.&lt;br /&gt;I dashed perspiration from my brow. "Polly," I croaked, "you mustn't take all these things so literally. I mean this is just classroom stuff. You know that the things you learn in school don't have anything to do with life."&lt;br /&gt;"Dicto Simpliciter," she said, wagging her finger at me playfully.&lt;br /&gt;That did it. I leaped to my feet, bellowing like a bull. "Will you or will you not go steady with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I will not," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;"Because this afternoon I promised Petey Burch that I would go steady with him."&lt;br /&gt;I reeled back, overcome with the infamy of it. After he promised, after he made a deal, after he shook my hand! "The rat!" I shrieked, kicking up great chunks of turf. "You can't go with him, Polly. He's a liar. He's a cheat. He's a rat."&lt;br /&gt;"Poisoning the Well ," said Polly, "and stop shouting. I think shouting must be a fallacy too."&lt;br /&gt;With an immense effort of will, I modulated my voice. "All right," I said. "You're a logician. Let's look at this thing logically. How could you choose Petey Burch over me? Look at me --- a brilliant student, a tremendous intellectual, a man with an assured future. Look at Petey -- a knothead, a jitterbug, a guy who'll never know where his next meal is coming from. Can you give me one logical reason why you should go steady with Petey Burch?"&lt;br /&gt;"I certainly can," declared Polly. "He's got a raccoon coat."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sheesh. nde dapat ako nagbblog.. may midterms ako mamaya.. may pe practicals.. may kas2 filming na ung script nde ko pa tapos.. may UPSCA apps gelling.. shiit. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hell day of the hell week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112360503672316133?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112360503672316133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112360503672316133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112360503672316133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112360503672316133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-is-fcking-fallacy.html' title='Love is a f*cking fallacy.'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112342877483989096</id><published>2005-08-07T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:22:58.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shitty week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey hey. guess what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bukas, monday, may &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;mathLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ako. huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa wednesday, may &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;math midterms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ako. happy. bewitched. :@) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa thursday, may &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;logic lt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa saturday, may &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ES1 lt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;masaya ba dapat ang week na to? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;shiit. cram ako kanina ng math. ayos lan naman pala cya eh. haha. cram ko na lan din sa tues ung buong midterms. tas cram ako ng thurs 1-4pm ng logic. tas ung es.. nde ako magaaral. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bye bye grades. *grade went poofy bye bye!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13025694-112342877483989096?l=iameby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/feeds/112342877483989096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13025694&amp;postID=112342877483989096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112342877483989096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13025694/posts/default/112342877483989096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/shitty-week.html' title='shitty week'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112334433480940326</id><published>2005-08-07T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:22:57.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1121744544Rogue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Rogue&lt;/b&gt;. Rogue is a strong but tragic personality. She loves Gambit. Because of her mutant powers, she cannot touch anyone without hurting them. Therefore, she longs for human contact. However, this southern gal's strong personality has allowed her to deal with this. Powers: Absorbs lifeforce and powers by touch, Super strength, and flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="90" bg border="1" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emma Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="85" bg border="1" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;85%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gambit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="85" bg border="1" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;85%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="85" bg border="1" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;85%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iceman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="80" bg border="1" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="80" bg border="1" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Colossus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="70" bg border="1" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="60" bg border="1" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iameby.blogspot.com/2005/08/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>i am eby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11183023701640453249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13025694.post-112333715399134479</id><published>2005-08-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:22:57.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*sniff* talo nga up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;owel. at least may binatbat against feu.. nde gaanong tambak. yeh. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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