<?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-9290529</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:55:13.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Tormented Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>Raissa! pronounced as rai-sah or rice-ah ... in filipino, kanin-ah. loves to smile, giggle, laugh.. or anythng that has to do with the words "haha" or "hihi" ... in short, an all-time laughAholic &lt;---- a world full of laughter (harhar!). currently craving for pink.pink.and more pink. can easily crack up. lives an unpredictable life (and loves every bit of it!...well, most of it.). *NEWS FLASH: AM STARTING TO LIKE THE COLOR YELLOW.*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-116884883214733491</id><published>2007-01-15T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:13:52.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAH.</title><content type='html'>The gods were testing my patience last Saturday as I was driving home from school. It was understandable to be caught in traffic for 2 hours but last Saturday was a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day for the Pyro Olympics and everyone else was so eager to see the finale... everyone except me. I didn't understand what the hype was all about. I mean, they're just having a showcase of fireworks. doh! Ok. So the reason behind this attitude of mine is probably due to the fact that I live 5 minutes away from MOA and I can see the fireworks from our place AND that I was NEVER fond of fireworks. For me, fireworks are just noise. They're not a spectrum of wonder and creativity for everyone to see. They're plain NOISE. But I did enjoy the sight while I was stuck in traffic the other day. &lt;&lt;---This was last Friday (different from the one on Saturday). I'm uncertain if it was because I was inside the car and I couldn't hear the noise or because I was kind of tipsy from the birthday party I attended that night that caused me to enjoy the fireworks display that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, last Saturday was something else. I left school around 5:30 pm unaware of what's awaiting me on the road. When I reached C5, my gas meter was blinking  and cars were starting to slow down to a stop.(That's the problem with electronic meters whatchamacallit- u wouldn't actually know how much gas you have left until it starts blinking.) I couldn't find a gasoline station anywhere. AAAH! I turned off the AC and the radio in the hopes of saving the last few drops of gasoline. HAHA. I didn't know if it worked but I was desperate to try anything at that moment! I found a Caltex station along the way and that literally saved my ass from utter humiliation and despair. So anyway, to make a long story short, I was stuck in C5 for an hour and in EDSA for 4 hours... a total of 5 hours!!! When I reached Heritage, not a single car was moving. It was really a long night for me. I ended up watching the fireworks display again and I wasn't pleased this time. The driver in front of me even got out of his car and went somewhere else to pee. At least that's what I think he did. Even Macapagal road was in mayhem- part of the road was turned into a parking space. People were having picnics everywhere! How would you expect me to go back home?!!! My last resort was to turn left to Baclaran, so that I could avoid the traffic jam, then pass Mia road, and then turn right to Uniwide Coastal Mall.  The traffic subsided only after passing Coastal Mall. *sigh* And to think that I haven't eaten dinner yet. time check: It was around 10:30 pm when I arrived home and boy was I tired. The maids reheated my food (makong mami, turbo chicken, and rice). Because I was so famished, I gobbled down everything. I think that was the best meal I had ever tasted. BWAHAHA. What's funny is that I was the first one to arrive home. My grandparents (at a party) and sister (had a practice)weren't even home yet. They got home around 2:30 am. WTF, right? I can now say that I can officially last 5 hours driving a car. Make me drive that long again and I'll break down and bawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a traumatic experience for me. See why I never liked fireworks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-116884883214733491?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/116884883214733491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=116884883214733491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116884883214733491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116884883214733491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2007/01/wah_116884883214733491.html' title='WAH.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-116884882952575019</id><published>2007-01-15T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:13:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAH.</title><content type='html'>The gods were testing my patience last Saturday as I was driving home from school. It was understandable to be caught in traffic for 2 hours but last Saturday was a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day for the Pyro Olympics and everyone else was so eager to see the finale... everyone except me. I didn't understand what the hype was all about. I mean, they're just having a showcase of fireworks. doh! Ok. So the reason behind this attitude of mine is probably due to the fact that I live 5 minutes away from MOA and I can see the fireworks from our place AND that I was NEVER fond of fireworks. For me, fireworks are just noise. They're not a spectrum of wonder and creativity for everyone to see. They're plain NOISE. But I did enjoy the sight while I was stuck in traffic the other day. &lt;&lt;---This was last Friday (different from the one on Saturday). I'm uncertain if it was because I was inside the car and I couldn't hear the noise or because I was kind of tipsy from the birthday party I attended that night that caused me to enjoy the fireworks display that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, last Saturday was something else. I left school around 5:30 pm unaware of what's awaiting me on the road. When I reached C5, my gas meter was blinking  and cars were starting to slow down to a stop.(That's the problem with electronic meters whatchamacallit- u wouldn't actually know how much gas you have left until it starts blinking.) I couldn't find a gasoline station anywhere. AAAH! I turned off the AC and the radio in the hopes of saving the last few drops of gasoline. HAHA. I didn't know if it worked but I was desperate to try anything at that moment! I found a Caltex station along the way and that literally saved my ass from utter humiliation and despair. So anyway, to make a long story short, I was stuck in C5 for an hour and in EDSA for 4 hours... a total of 5 hours!!! When I reached Heritage, not a single car was moving. It was really a long night for me. I ended up watching the fireworks display again and I wasn't pleased this time. The driver in front of me even got out of his car and went somewhere else to pee. At least that's what I think he did. Even Macapagal road was in mayhem- part of the road was turned into a parking space. People were having picnics everywhere! How would you expect me to go back home?!!! My last resort was to turn left to Baclaran, so that I could avoid the traffic jam, then pass Mia road, and then turn right to Uniwide Coastal Mall.  The traffic subsided only after passing Coastal Mall. *sigh* And to think that I haven't eaten dinner yet. time check: It was around 10:30 pm when I arrived home and boy was I tired. The maids reheated my food (makong mami, turbo chicken, and rice). Because I was so famished, I gobbled down everything. I think that was the best meal I had ever tasted. BWAHAHA. What's funny is that I was the first one to arrive home. My grandparents (at a party) and sister (had a practice)weren't even home yet. They got home around 2:30 am. WTF, right? I can now say that I can officially last 5 hours driving a car. Make me drive that long again and I'll break down and bawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a traumatic experience for me. See why I never liked fireworks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-116884882952575019?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/116884882952575019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=116884882952575019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116884882952575019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116884882952575019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2007/01/wah_15.html' title='WAH.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-116884882743762736</id><published>2007-01-15T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:13:47.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAH.</title><content type='html'>The gods were testing my patience last Saturday as I was driving home from school. It was understandable to be caught in traffic for 2 hours but last Saturday was a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day for the Pyro Olympics and everyone else was so eager to see the finale... everyone except me. I didn't understand what the hype was all about. I mean, they're just having a showcase of fireworks. doh! Ok. So the reason behind this attitude of mine is probably due to the fact that I live 5 minutes away from MOA and I can see the fireworks from our place AND that I was NEVER fond of fireworks. For me, fireworks are just noise. They're not a spectrum of wonder and creativity for everyone to see. They're plain NOISE. But I did enjoy the sight while I was stuck in traffic the other day. &lt;&lt;---This was last Friday (different from the one on Saturday). I'm uncertain if it was because I was inside the car and I couldn't hear the noise or because I was kind of tipsy from the birthday party I attended that night that caused me to enjoy the fireworks display that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, last Saturday was something else. I left school around 5:30 pm unaware of what's awaiting me on the road. When I reached C5, my gas meter was blinking  and cars were starting to slow down to a stop.(That's the problem with electronic meters whatchamacallit- u wouldn't actually know how much gas you have left until it starts blinking.) I couldn't find a gasoline station anywhere. AAAH! I turned off the AC and the radio in the hopes of saving the last few drops of gasoline. HAHA. I didn't know if it worked but I was desperate to try anything at that moment! I found a Caltex station along the way and that literally saved my ass from utter humiliation and despair. So anyway, to make a long story short, I was stuck in C5 for an hour and in EDSA for 4 hours... a total of 5 hours!!! When I reached Heritage, not a single car was moving. It was really a long night for me. I ended up watching the fireworks display again and I wasn't pleased this time. The driver in front of me even got out of his car and went somewhere else to pee. At least that's what I think he did. Even Macapagal road was in mayhem- part of the road was turned into a parking space. People were having picnics everywhere! How would you expect me to go back home?!!! My last resort was to turn left to Baclaran, so that I could avoid the traffic jam, then pass Mia road, and then turn right to Uniwide Coastal Mall.  The traffic subsided only after passing Coastal Mall. *sigh* And to think that I haven't eaten dinner yet. time check: It was around 10:30 pm when I arrived home and boy was I tired. The maids reheated my food (makong mami, turbo chicken, and rice). Because I was so famished, I gobbled down everything. I think that was the best meal I had ever tasted. BWAHAHA. What's funny is that I was the first one to arrive home. My grandparents (at a party) and sister (had a practice)weren't even home yet. They got home around 2:30 am. WTF, right? I can now say that I can officially last 5 hours driving a car. Make me drive that long again and I'll break down and bawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a traumatic experience for me. See why I never liked fireworks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-116884882743762736?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/116884882743762736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=116884882743762736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116884882743762736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116884882743762736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2007/01/wah.html' title='WAH.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-116583221335002029</id><published>2006-12-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:46:13.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 542px" height="495" src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/midas_touch.gif" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-116583221335002029?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/116583221335002029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=116583221335002029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116583221335002029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116583221335002029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-116532401738640752</id><published>2006-12-05T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:06:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no to veggies!</title><content type='html'>I just had the nastiest meal ever- we had vegetarian dishes for supper. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiampeng (which is sort of a different chinese-version fried rice), sauteed eggplant with chili sauce, artificial fish/chicken (i couldn't tell what they were because they looked like white blobs to me..)with mushrooms and stringed beans, and chinese noodles. The only non-vegetarian dishes were the 2 sticks of puny pork barbeque (which I ate one with gusto) and the leftover bulalo soup that we had last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a normal occasion, I would probably have eaten these dishes if it weren't for the horrible flavor and smell. The problem with vegetarian food is, they have this distinct taste that I couldn't bear. And they smell bad too. They make me lose my appetite. I could smell vegetarian food a foot away and I'd shun them. Chinese temple foods are definitely the last thing on my list. Oh and I was even excited when I saw that we had restaurant food for dinner! Noodles are my favorite but when I ate them, they tasted like celery or something. The eggplants were supposed to be delish but mine weren't exactly the best thing I had ever tasted. Then I tried the rice but they also tasted like vegetables. I was left with the barbeque and soup. I didn't bother with the fish/chicken thing because they didn't look palatable to me. Then I had a slice of melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bad having one vegetarian dish. But a LOT all at the same time?! I couldn't tolerate it. How can you enjoy a decent meal if you were left with vegetable-smelling pork with tofu or odd-looking chicken balls with green peas? It's not fair. We should've just bought the real thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, just to make up for my growling appetite, I had to do with a mocha mamon I found in the fridge. It's nothing much, but just enough to satisfy my hunger for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-116532401738640752?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/116532401738640752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=116532401738640752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116532401738640752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116532401738640752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-to-veggies.html' title='no to veggies!'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-116419980320972331</id><published>2006-11-22T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:03:29.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is weird.</title><content type='html'>Our history teacher reminds me of Elmo especially when he narrates his past dramatic experiences in class. He really looks a lot like Elmo whenever he feigns a whine. haha. Ahem...I'll try to conceal his identity by calling him D.L. instead of using his whole name. Who knows? He might drop by this blog sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this D.L. guy is definitely one of the best professors I've ever had since I set foot on the Ateneo. His lectures are more than just lectures. He can turn any piece of history into such a mind-blowing story that when he starts talking, everyone would just put their pens down and start listening to him. Actually, we have this "pens-down" session wherein we literally have to put our pens down and set them aside so we'd listen to what he's saying. But pens down or no pens down session, I bet everyone in class would still stop what they're doing and just listen to whatever's coming out of his mouth. Let me tell you, he's THAT exciting. Well... for me he is. And I hope everyone shares the same sentiments as I. We didn't have to take notes because there's nothing to write, really. And he didn't want us to write anything at all. The class was like a storytelling class.He makes it such an interesting subject that he leaves students clamoring for more! I mean, I think that's the only subject I look forward to during Tuesdays and Thursdays. And he's the only professor I know who could keep me awake for an hour and a half when all he does is talk- no games or any fancy whatnot to keep us attentive. Once, I tried looking at my seatmates to see if they were as engrossed as I. . . And yes, they were. All their faces were veered toward the Prof's direction. And no, they weren't just staring into space. They were actually listening and you can see it in their eyes how eager they wanted to listen to him. D.L.'s quite passionate about his work, which I think is one factor that sets him apart from all the other teachers. He's definitely a breath of fresh air amidst our hectic schedule. And I'm proud of him for that. I think the school would be a better milieu for learning if there were more professors like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-116419980320972331?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/116419980320972331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=116419980320972331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116419980320972331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116419980320972331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-this-is-weird.html' title='Now this is weird.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-116244259539808496</id><published>2006-11-02T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:07:56.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom treats me to shop.</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, my Mom was in a spending mood so she was urging me to buy a colorful pair of bras, which I have been dying to have. She told me I could pick any one I like because it was her treat. So she told me to choose one while she tries one of her own. While she was inside the dressing room, I was busy looking for the perfect pair. Part of me didn't want to let my Mom buy me one because I didn't want to waste her money. I'm not exactly thrifty, but I am scrupulous when it comes to shelling out what's inside my wallet. But then again, I've never asked anything from my Mom. And even if I did, it was only for the things that I desperately need. But yes, I do love shopping and looking for gorgeous things to buy. When I see something that catches my attention, I tell her... not because I want her to BUY me one, but only because I LIKE it. LIKING something is different from BUYING something, if you catch my drift. I'm just the sort of person who likes a lot of things, but doesn't have the urge to buy them. If I were extremely affluent, then buying whatever I want probably wouldn't bring me guilt. But for now, maybe it's better if I just save my money then use it for something else next time.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after Mom emerged from the dressing room, she came to me to ask which one I wanted. [In this part of my story, I finally relented to let her buy me a bra because I've never asked anything from her before. I might as well grab the opportunity. haha] I chose an aqua-colored one with flowery outlines on the sides (it's hard to describe it!). When I went inside the dressing room to try it on, I suddenly realized something...I wasn't exactly well-endowed in that area. So (!!!) even if it was my size, it wouldn't fit me perfectly because the space that needed to be filled in wasn't entirely filled, you know what I mean? My Mom, however, was determined to buy me one and we even had to seek assistance from the saleslady. The lady told us that the type of bra for me would have to be the maximizer. But there weren't many designs to choose from...and I didn't want my breasts to appear bigger. So in the end I told my Mom that maybe it's not my day to buy a pair of bra. The bra will have to wait. We bought her lingerie and proceeded to the other sections of the mall to shop for something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-116244259539808496?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/116244259539808496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=116244259539808496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116244259539808496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116244259539808496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/11/mom-treats-me-to-shop.html' title='Mom treats me to shop.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-116135877970227295</id><published>2006-10-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:39:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. I finally finally finally (!!!) got to dispose of my old template and change it into a new one! Isn't it fab? Today, and I mean right now, is officially my sembreak! A fresh new template would be just the right thing to indicate the start of a new sem! Bah..let's scrap the first semester because it was pure torture! We had to deal with Accounting, Economics, Sociology and Anthropology, etc. And I don't think I have a knack for doing accounting. I mean... why not just let the computers do the accounting for you? They have programs like that. It's a miracle I survived. Just this morning I was frantically typing my last paper due and then I didn't have to go to school because I asked Pat to submit it for me (Thanks Pat!). It was really weird to be bumming around again when I was always stressed to do loads of things in school. I was hardly home. I'd spend more hours in school than at home. And if ever I was home, it was only to eat, sleep, and do more homework. Now it's a pretty weird feeling not to be doing anything. Bumming exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-116135877970227295?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/116135877970227295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=116135877970227295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116135877970227295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/116135877970227295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-115781324699363181</id><published>2006-09-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:47:27.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After 21 days, we're officially boyfriend-and-girlfriend-together for one whole year! YEY. I wonder what I should give him... Or should I bother giving him anything? Does he even expect to get something from me!? It's just a thought because I don't know how a boy's mind runs. Err...so maybe I have an inkling of how their mind runs. I'm not naive, okay? But sometimes even if action speaks louder than words, you still have to utter a few syllables. (I need to sleep. What am I thinking???) You know... different boys, different personalities. He might be far from the thoughts of a typical boy so he might fall under a different category. I wonder if he's even anticipating our anniversary! If he is, then he's pretty good at keeping his emotions hidden. I know he's waiting for that special day, but his face conceals every hint of excitement. COOL! I wanna learn how to do that. LOL. Maybe I'm just sleepy so all these weird thoughts keep popping out of my brain. After this, let me try to catch a few zzz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So anyway, what should I give him? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt; This is urgent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-115781324699363181?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/115781324699363181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=115781324699363181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115781324699363181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115781324699363181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/09/21-more.html' title='21 more!'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-115721438961769399</id><published>2006-09-03T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:26:29.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;While others are out this Saturday night, I'm stuck at school/home doing anything school-ish. Eww. Let's face it, the next few weeks will probably be the same as before. SO. Until my life gets better, my entries will most likely be about SCHOOL. Or anything closely related to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I can't wait for sembreak. It's like a million miles away!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-115721438961769399?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/115721438961769399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=115721438961769399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115721438961769399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115721438961769399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/09/while-others-are-out-this-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-115677673977779717</id><published>2006-08-28T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:52:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...My mentor told me that struggle is usually a sign of development in a person. Let's just be more aware of this. Everything will be worth the struggle in the end!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this was quoted from our AMA EntStrat VP Ervin Jader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At least this made me feel a little bit good about myself!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-115677673977779717?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/115677673977779717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=115677673977779717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115677673977779717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115677673977779717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/08/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-115677328752396891</id><published>2006-08-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:30:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will this be Over??? Where's Father Christmas???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes, I just want to stop time and take a break from life. It seems like the only concern I have right now are my academic and org activities. Nothing else matters. School is giving me a hell right now. Instead of Hell Week, I'm experiencing Hell Month. To top it all off, my weekends aren't adequate enough to make me well-rested for the upcoming weeks. I'm overloaded with work that I wish I could walk away from school work and just rest even for a while. I don't want to study anymore. I'd rather participate in my school orgs and work from day til night than study any further! Some profs just don't understand that we have other homeworks/prior commitments besides their own subjects. I don't understand why no one would dare complain to the prof when we're given too much assignments. It's time I stand up for my rights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's even worse is that I have to drive to school all on my own, which makes it even more stressful when I lack sleep. One time (this was right after law class... 6-9 pm), while I was in EDSA driving home from school, I got so drowsy that I didn't hit the breaks on time to stop my car from hitting the sedan in front of me. I knew I was in trouble then and there, but I wasn't alert and awake enough to know what was actually happening. The unfortunate man who owned the sedan got out of his car and checked how much damage I've caused. I even opened my window a little bit and asked, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Malaki ba ang tama?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; I mean, what else was I supposed to say? I was a little out of my mind, I guess. And I didn't know what to think. I had a lot of things on my mind and that must have partly caused the mishap. Fortunately for me, his car didn't suffer any scratches and the good man was kind enough to let me go. I sincerely (well for me it was sincere enough...I just yelled "sorry" out the window) apologized to the mister as he was about to get inside his car. Weird really, coz the first thought that came into my mind as I hit the sedan was, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;OMG. Anung oras na kaya ako makakauwi nito?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Hello. My mind's so preoccupied with stuff that all that matters now is my precious time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mister, whoever you are, I'm so sorry for ruining your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Let's hope this'll never happen again. I've had enough. HAHA. :P&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/9290529-115677328752396891?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/115677328752396891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=115677328752396891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115677328752396891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115677328752396891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-will-this-be-over-wheres-father.html' title='When will this be Over??? Where&apos;s Father Christmas???'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-115668580475392253</id><published>2006-08-27T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:36:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Think of a Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hiya! Yesterday, my boyfriend and I watched My Super Ex-Girlfriend in Eastwood. Let's hope my parents don't see this entry since they didn't allow me to go. Here's a sneak peek at our text conversation the night before&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me (while driving): Can I go out on a date tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;        Mommy: No. So what time are you coming home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;There. My brilliantly-thought-of tactics never work on them. They're much too clever for me, I think. When I ask something from them and they disagree, I try to think of as many reasons as I can to change their minds, but they could think of MUCH MORE reasons to counter mine. So I never argue with them anymore because I know somehow I'd be defeated. Not unless I know I'm right. Hm...Sometimes I feel guilty for still disobeying them. But...that's what makes life exciting! You have to bend the rules sometimes. Haha.  "Sometimes" is around 2 out of a hundred, which means I'm practically an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Anyway, while we were waiting for the movie to start, I told Dom that I noticed people who were entering the cinema were mostly couples. Really. There were only a few of us watching the film and ALL were seated in pairs. Dom said it's because Saturday was dating day and Sunday was reserved for the family. I never knew that because I still go out with my family even on Saturdays. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ok. So about the movie? I wasn't exactly fond of it. Yes, it was amusing and entertaining. But if I were asked to watch it again, I wouldn't. I was hoping Owen and Uma would get back together. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-115668580475392253?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/115668580475392253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=115668580475392253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115668580475392253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115668580475392253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='I Can&apos;t Think of a Title'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-115582396682087448</id><published>2006-08-17T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:12:46.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overly Stressed Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been ages, really, since I last laid a finger on this blog. Even my blog counter (or whatchamacallit) has become dormant to the point of inertness (&lt;em&gt;parang mga&lt;/em&gt; noble gases). I don't think the counter's moving any higher. wah. Serves me right for not plugging in more entries. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, I already have an account in multiply, but it won't be as comprehensive as this blog. And my multiply site's mostly for pictures and the like (my multiply's useless, i tell you. try and check it out). Still, my attempt to write an entry in blogspot has become futile because of so much obligations to do. I haven't even started doing my accounting homework yet. Ack. What a life. For the past 2 weeks (let's hope it won't turn 3),  my life has been completely revolving around studies and orgs. As of now, it's 60% studies, 40% orgs, and absolutely zippo for social life! School is my newfound friend. WOW. Isn't this exciting? Apparently, I've finally found someone who's willing enough to stick with me through thick and thin (this is for the "studies" part of my percentage chart). Hurray! 3 cheers for S-T-U-D-I-E-S. I'm also starting to look like a panda because I slept late for 2 (or was it 3?) consecutive days just to accomplish all my assignments. 2 papers (Chinese and Comm) + SA quiz+ further readings in accounting. All in one day. Which was today. Heck, I had to gulp down coffee this morning just to keep me awake. Just so u know, I seldom drink coffee. Only when desperate times call for it. I'm a milk person! &lt;em&gt;Galing sa dodo ng cow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, let's hope I write some more entries soon!&lt;/strong&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/9290529-115582396682087448?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/115582396682087448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=115582396682087448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115582396682087448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115582396682087448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/08/overly-stressed-out.html' title='Overly Stressed Out'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-115184386226309229</id><published>2006-07-02T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:37:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisibility Ray</title><content type='html'>This was my recent (and first!) YM conversation with my cousin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hershey_ang: naryan ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;hershey_ang: para sa pinsan ko&lt;br /&gt;hershey_ang: I realized that by making ourselves invisible to other people we do not just shy away from those we do not wish to be with but also to those&lt;br /&gt;people who care for us and will be there for us. By being invisible you do not let other lose out on you, you lose out on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;raissa lim: aba! and where did u get that? ngayon lng nman ako mgiinvi eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hershey Ang: basta, i haave my sources!&lt;br /&gt;Hershey Ang: ako pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;raissa lim: online na ko! bka sa theo yan&lt;br /&gt;raissa lim: hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hershey Ang: hindi noh!&lt;br /&gt;Hershey Ang: YM yung theme tapos theo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;raissa lim: hahahahaah.malay m..&lt;br /&gt;raissa lim: may reflection nman e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. So I just had to make myself online just to prove him wrong. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-115184386226309229?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/115184386226309229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=115184386226309229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115184386226309229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115184386226309229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/07/invisibility-ray.html' title='Invisibility Ray'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-115081393044424757</id><published>2006-06-20T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:08:47.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodmorning Starshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hurrah! Hibernating season is finally over for my blog, it's time to wake up from that slumber and punch in some more entries. There's a lot of catching up to do especially to those who want to be in the know with the happenings around me. So where do I start? My last entry was like...a month or so ago? If I try to jot down every single detail I did since May, then &lt;em&gt;goodluck na lang sa akin&lt;/em&gt;. I couldn't possibly finish everything tonight. Remember the time I said that I'd be able to input more entries in summer? Well, correct me on that one, because the exact opposite happened. The more I'm less occupied with schoolwork, the more I don't accomplish what I was supposed to be doing during summers, be it just chatting in the net or even opening the PC. I guess I got too preoccupied with my other "obligations" a.k.a. being a mallrat and scouting the newest mall in town. We've just targeted the newest mall to ransack, which is, to be exact, the Mall of Asia. It's a 5-minute drive from our house. Fortunately for them, we still prefer Glorietta/Greenbelt/Rockwell over Mall of Asia, even if the latter is overwhelmingly closer to our pad. We're Makati mallratters since birth, you know. My parents used to date in Greenbelt 1 and we know Glorietta like the back of our hand. We'd DIE if we don't step on Makati soil for long. No, actually, make that Glorietta/Greenbelt/Rockwell floor tiles to be more specific. Am I making sense? haha. Anyway, that's just our final verdict... By hook or by crook, we'll stick to Makati malls for good. Ugh! Just a word of advice: Don't go to Mall of Asia during holidays or maybe weekends. It's a jungle out there! All the people and frenzy could drive you nuts! We tried to enter National Bookstore to find something to read, but couldn't. The whole place was packed with people trying to buy school supplies! There was no way you could relax with that amount of shoppers jostling their way towards the cashier line. &lt;em&gt;Hay&lt;/em&gt;. At last we finally found our haven in Powerbooks. There were more books and definitely less school supplies in there. The number of people inside the bookstore wasn't even a tenth of the one in N.B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I hope the Mall of Asia craze dies down soon. I mean, it's such a waste for such a humongous mall. Some just go there to chill and they don't even buy anything. The biggest income would probably go to the restaurants. Some stores were just there to be window-shopped. How will shops like Mango and Zara profit from a place like Mall of Asia when they tackle a different kind of market? Mall of Asia is still labeled as another branch of SM. So those shops (top-of-the-line clothing apparel) wouldn't possibly click as much as they did in their other branches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ok. Enough the business talk. I'll end my entry here for now. Blabbing resumes next time. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-115081393044424757?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/115081393044424757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=115081393044424757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115081393044424757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/115081393044424757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/06/goodmorning-starshine.html' title='Goodmorning Starshine!'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114675639620047610</id><published>2006-05-04T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:26:36.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Angst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm 18. And I've finally reached the legal age to claim adult privileges. When I was younger, I thought being 18 would be my gateway to freedom, independence, and whatsoever. The thought of finally reaching this age made me think that my childhood memories would begin to blur right in front of me, since I'm finally entering adulthood- the stage wherein I thought would be my only escape from rules to follow. But no. My parents still think I'm too young to have a boyfriend (but they don't tell me that. They tell it to my sis.). And they don't always allow me to go places with friends (e.g. overnights, etc.). To hell with Chinese and their conservative ways. I know it's all for my own good. But still, I'm responsible enough to decide things on my own. I thought they, of all people, should at least know that. So I think 18 is no different from all the other ages that I've been through. They should learn to trust me, because I haven't done anything in the past to betray their trust. REALLY. I've been a faithful, law-abiding daughter since birth (nge). There's no reason why they shouldn't permit me to follow my own decisions. I don't wanna be cooped up for long. They're too protective of me. That's one of the downsides of not having any sons in the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Err...btw, with no sons...what's to become of our lineage??? bwahaha:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;girl power!&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/9290529-114675639620047610?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114675639620047610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114675639620047610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114675639620047610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114675639620047610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/05/personal-angst.html' title='Personal Angst'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114577051227602668</id><published>2006-04-23T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:37:57.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You I Quote An Aphorism</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;" - The Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think. Reflect. Ponder about that.&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/9290529-114577051227602668?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114577051227602668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114577051227602668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114577051227602668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114577051227602668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-you-i-quote-aphorism.html' title='To You I Quote An Aphorism'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114571171041452902</id><published>2006-04-22T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:45:47.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Yak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I should've auditioned/joined PBB Teen Edition so that I'd have something worthwhile to do. At least I'd be guaranteed a wholesome vacation this year. Forget about being shy...this is my ultimate way to venture in the showbiz world! I write this in a joking, half-serious kind of way, of course. I'm sure I'm the least person PBB would pick to live in Big Brother's house. The only thing I could probably contribute in his house is my undying sense of humor. And well, maybe a little bit of singing and acting won't hurt too.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Glad I keep myself sane and my humor intact. The least I need right now is a disaster/bad news to complete my oh-so-boring break. If I don't immerse myself in books, the other thing you'd probably see me doing is watching the tube. For once in my life, I wanna see myself do something productive for a change. Maybe try to find some work or learn a new skill or enhance it or something. Anything as long as it doesn't involve me being stuck at home. It's the first time I wished I should've flunked my itm test (err...maybe not). :) The longer I stay home, the quicker I'd go insane I think. My boyfriend says I should go out tomorrow with my sis and watch a flick or go shopping. But it's lame and no fun with just the two of us. I could ask my friends out, but only if I have a ride. I don't wanna drive my own car because I'm not really good with directions. That's one of my fears: getting lost. So I don't want to risk being in that situation. No way. haha. Yeah, I have a road map in my glove compartment, but I've never used it before. I'll only use it if I don't know the directions, but I don't wanna risk not knowing the directions so I haven't used it yet. bwaha. Now that's another one of my eccentric logic:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. I haven't felt this sluggish in a long time. I desperately need to go out. Just this morning, perhaps out of boredom, I had this impulse to have my navel pierced. I saw one on TV and my sis and I both agreed that it would be fun to sport a new look with a pierced navel. Betcha haven't thought that that'd come out of my own thoughts. It's mainly the result of pure boredom. I'm beginning to miss Boracay at this moment. I haven't had enough of the beach you know. We should've stayed there for more than 4 days. But it is rather expensive when you think about it. I'm just glad I've spent part of my summer there. In memory of my stay there in Boracay, I tanned myself till I turned golden brown. bwahaha. Just kiddin. I'd look like a fried chicken if I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh wait. I have to watch something in HBO, so I gotta end this. Just so you know, I haven't closed the idea about having a navel piercing, so don't be surprised if you find me one day wearing one. Don't worry, I'm not turning myself into a bad girl. It's just one of my impulsive days. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114571171041452902?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114571171041452902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114571171041452902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114571171041452902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114571171041452902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-yak.html' title='Summer Yak'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114525383918552302</id><published>2006-04-17T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:22:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so me. Except for the Being-Ready-in-a-Couple-of-Years part :D</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 style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating&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 height="100"&gt; &lt;br&gt; src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/serious-dating.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.But you may be ready in a couple of years.You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.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;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Relationship?&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/9290529-114525383918552302?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114525383918552302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114525383918552302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114525383918552302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114525383918552302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-so-me-except-for-being-ready.html' title='This is so me. Except for the Being-Ready-in-a-Couple-of-Years part :D'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114476381090864804</id><published>2006-04-11T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:56:50.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>Oh! and good news guys! I passed the itm test! along with the other guys too! ahahaha. Just learning about the goodnews really was a huge weight off my shoulder. Now I don't have to take the summer class for itm. I'd probably take an advance class instead. Problem is, which subject? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114476381090864804?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114476381090864804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114476381090864804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114476381090864804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114476381090864804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/04/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114476344445689959</id><published>2006-04-11T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:50:44.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuhoooo! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hiya guys! I just arrived from Isabela and we spent 1 whole week in there. The change of scenery really got me rejuvenated in no time! Despite the recent diarrhea and dysmenorrhea that had me gone pale in the face and dripping cold sweat, everything else went by smoothly. Simple life it is. And of course my summer vacation doesn't end here, albeit certainly about to end soon, because this Thursday we're catching a plane to go to Boracay! A trip to Bora means certain measures have to be taken first to prepare oneself for the intense rush of euphoria. Here's some guidelines I myself live by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Exercise. People starin' down your flabs, eh? Trim down your figure. You wouldn't want to be caught dead with a flabby tummy, would you? Eat right and be guilt-free of what you eat. This should be done a few weeks before the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Plan ahead. Make a list of what outfits/essential items you plan on bringing along your trip. This saves time and prevents you from turning to panic mode on the day itself. Bring only the necessities. Be practical and think which type of clothes best suits for your vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eat light during the day of the flight or else there's a chance you might throw up in the plane. (I don't eat eggs when I travel. It makes me barf along the way. Any scientific explanation for that??? :/ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Don't be overenthusiastic about the trip because, God knows, something awful might come up. It happens you know. Just keep your cool and enjoy the awaited vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oh! And don't forget to PRAY for a safe trip. Pray that you board and leave the plane safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;When you get to your long-awaited destination, that's when you breathe a sigh of relief. Inhale-exhale, smile, then jump to your heart's content! Enjoy the trip and feel the rush of excitement! You deserve it anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Enjoy Holy Week! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114476344445689959?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114476344445689959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114476344445689959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114476344445689959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114476344445689959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/04/wuhoooo.html' title='Wuhoooo! :)'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114343482838446891</id><published>2006-03-27T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:47:08.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITM Test Later. Wish me Luck! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Just so you know, my family's going to Boracay this April 13. 4 days 3 nights. White sandy beach here we come! :D We weren't planning on going this holy week, but it's the only free time we've got since it's vacation and all anyway. Shob's attending her Ahead classes the whole of May, I'll probably be having my summer classes by then, while my parents are often busy with work during summers. Dad told us that we need to find the perfect date so we can squeeze in our annual quality-time vacation. We usually have our vacation after Holy week, which is around the end of May or the early weeks of June. But in this case, we don't have any other alternative, so it's Holy week or nothing. err...The problem with taking your vacation during Holy week is... everyone's also having their hard-earned vacation, which means that wherever you go...it's always going to be crowded. For example: You go to Pagudpud Beach during the peak season. What happens is you can't have the beach all to yourself. The place wouldn't be as quiet and serene as you want it to be. I mean, the beach will be more crowded than usual and you wouldn't like that. Well I don't like that. :P Service wouldn't be as excellent because the employees would have to attend to someone else (haha. that's my logic.) Shobe even tells me she's "claustrophobic" and abhors crowded places. I asked her if she's excited or something. She said she's not because...you bet the beach's going to be packed with tourists and people(!!!)... and she hates that. Ok. At least we get to go to the beach. It's been years since we last went to one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;No China trip this year!&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/9290529-114343482838446891?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114343482838446891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114343482838446891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114343482838446891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114343482838446891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/03/itm-test-later-wish-me-luck-d.html' title='ITM Test Later. Wish me Luck! :D'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114303904328615632</id><published>2006-03-22T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:51:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay! Here's some more pics...the one I promised you about weeks ago. These were shot from Shelley's debut, by the way. I got it from Tere's multiply. Love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="345" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/5.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 456px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="338" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/21.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 456px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="354" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/17.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;color:#ffff66;"&gt;That's Shelley (above) with the flowery dress...plus us with the silly grins on our faces! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 466px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="354" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/9.jpg" width="472" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;wacky moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114303904328615632?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114303904328615632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114303904328615632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114303904328615632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114303904328615632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-shots.html' title='More Shots'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114294361074511506</id><published>2006-03-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:24:44.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/pedicab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/pedicab4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/pedicab2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/pedicab3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hm... sorry I haven't been posting lately. I'll just be finishing my finals and papers and after that I can post as many entries as I want to! I still have one more paper to write before I'm done and I wrote an entry just so I could update my blog. So please bear with me. Besides, there's nothing exciting to talk about... except if you find "finals and papers" an interesting subject to discuss. Um... I still haven't told you about the debut that I attended 2 weeks ago. It was one heck of a party! Too bad no one paid attention to Pedicab while they were playing their gig. Hihihihi. That's them in the picture. Oh. or more like only HIM. AAAH! He really looks hot. He kept jumping until the whole gig was through. Problem is I keep forgetting his name. It starts with a letter J, right? I think it's a J. Hihhihihi. And to think that he went as far as singing next to me! Hihihihi. Oh the butterflies! =D He really looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Got this from Miko's cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114294361074511506?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114294361074511506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114294361074511506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114294361074511506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114294361074511506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114206524295642979</id><published>2006-03-11T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:20:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>connect-the-dots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've caused enough havoc this week. Must be one of those unlucky days... or weeks. whatever. The forces of evil are ganging up on me that I couldn't fight them off. I feel awful, lousy, and jinxed. I'm such a huge wreck this week. I'm so stressed and uptight that it shows on my face- my skin's breaking out. Zits are popping out everywhere that I look like a pimply witch. Now how am I going to show up in tonight's party if I'm in my morbid state? I suppose this could be one of  freshmen year's farewell gift to me. It's not even a gift, but more like a dastardly deed to blow my head off and put me to shame. Hmph. But I'm not giving up. I won't let my spirits down that easily. It must be the Lenten Season... God wants me to join in the agony. It must be His way of punishing me for not having enough faith in Him. Hm...I hope next week my luck will turn around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's a party, Raissa. There's a party. Try to lighten up cause there's a party! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114206524295642979?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114206524295642979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114206524295642979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114206524295642979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114206524295642979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/03/connect-dots.html' title='connect-the-dots'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114182027673251428</id><published>2006-03-08T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:17:56.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hello hello! Sorry for the previous entry. Must have been from all the stress I've been experiencing lately. argh. It's these times that I'm grateful to have friends who care. See, it's like this: I have hundreds (pardon the pun) of papers to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;English ARP Final Draft - due this Friday (Mar. 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ES plant reaction paper- next Monday (Mar. 13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;English Reflection Paper- also next Monday (Mar. 13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Filipino Research Paper 1st draft (Bonus)- next Thursday (Mar. 16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Filipino Research Paper final-final draft- Thursday after next Thursday (Mar. 23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Finals- March i-don't-know-when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;summer vacation- beyond my reach. yaaaaaaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Okay, Raissa. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Look at it this way: you're not the only one getting all stressed out. So does everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hm... I wanna watch &lt;em&gt;Hey Arnold&lt;/em&gt; again. (...&lt;em&gt;the satin pants, from Southern France&lt;/em&gt;...!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114182027673251428?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114182027673251428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114182027673251428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114182027673251428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114182027673251428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-hello-sorry-for-previous-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114173382043079741</id><published>2006-03-07T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:39:14.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel the world would've been better if i weren't in it. i'm not having the best of times right now. behind this cheery face lies the soul of a disturbed being. don't worry, i'm not always like this. pms, maybe? but anyway, back to my mournful state. yes, you'll know i'm happy when i'm happy, but you'll know i'm faking it when i'm faking it. go figure. i just feel so depressed. i wanna take a long break without having to worry about a thing. sometimes i wish things were simpler than this. amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114173382043079741?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114173382043079741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114173382043079741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114173382043079741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114173382043079741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-feel-world-wouldve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114165437020636565</id><published>2006-03-06T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:12:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What They Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="136" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 6.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="114" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 5.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="130" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 6.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" height="12" width="100" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="114" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 5.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="138" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 6.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="90" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 4.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114165437020636565?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114165437020636565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114165437020636565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114165437020636565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114165437020636565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-they-say.html' title='What They Say'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114126472919196737</id><published>2006-03-01T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:33:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Day to Mourn and I Wear Something as Vivid as Pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I haven't converted myself into a Buddhist yet, which means I'm still partly Catholic. "Partly" because I was meant to be a Catholic and born to be a Catholic. I wasn't even given the right of choice to decide my own religion. Religion to me is more like... forced? taught to us in school? the only choice I have? (I'm not being rebellious, ok? Just a thought.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Today is Ash Wednesday and I didn't start my day as righteous as I wanted it to be. I was supposed to spend my freecut time attending mass and having my forehead smeared with ash. But then, it didn't turn out the way I planned it. The prof dismissed us later than usual so I was afraid I couldn't get there (to the Gesu Chapel) on time. So lazy that I was, I never did go. And now I'm feeling guilty for not having gone there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Then I remembered that this was going to be the perfect alibi for my diet week. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;LENTEN SEASON=FASTING TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But then, I have a feeling that I can't follow the whole fasting routine because my family doesn't even practice that at home. I also recalled having corned beef for breakfast, so... how's that for starters? And then this evening, we had beef curry for supper. YumYum. My apologies, Lord, for my family belongs to a meat-eating clan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh well. Guess I have to make sacrifices in some other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm still having second thoughts whether I'll stick to being a Catholic or not. In the mean time, maybe yes. Maybe this is just a phase. Furthermore, I just realized how serious/significant a necessity religion is to one's life. Let's face it, when the time comes that you get yourself in deep shit, the only way to get out of that hellhole is by believing that somewhere out there, someone's going to save you, guide you, and lead you to no harm. It doesn't hurt to believe in something or someone, whether it be God, or Buddha, or Allah, or whatever gods you have, as long as it'll give you new hope. Humans have to hang on to something, just so they could move on to their final destination. Everything just dawned on me while I was having dinner and an earthquake happened. It wasn't a major earthquake, but it lasted for a minute or two. You know the first thing I did? I prayed. It was the only resort I could think of! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Yep. There's always some good in me. &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/9290529-114126472919196737?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114126472919196737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114126472919196737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114126472919196737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114126472919196737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/03/tis-day-to-mourn-and-i-wear-something.html' title='Tis the Day to Mourn and I Wear Something as Vivid as Pink.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114101641959527536</id><published>2006-02-27T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:00:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Way for the Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Here's to the people who are asking for the pictures. I'll send some more after I get the other shots. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114101641959527536?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114101641959527536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114101641959527536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114101641959527536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114101641959527536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/02/make-way-for-pics_27.html' title='Make Way for the Pics'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114101622909277570</id><published>2006-02-27T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:59:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2750/640/DSC00544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; 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BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2750/400/Image%28120%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kes, Me, Jes &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114101617817873250?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114101617817873250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114101617817873250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114101617817873250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114101617817873250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/02/kes-me-jes.html' title=''/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114101115837137467</id><published>2006-02-27T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:32:38.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;This is my goal for the next 2 weeks or so: &lt;strong&gt;DIET DIET DIET&lt;/strong&gt;. so I can fit in my old prom gown for Jorja's debut party. 2 weeks. Can I make it? With proper determination? You bet! Oh, and aside from that, I still have no clue what to give her for her birthday. It has to be something related to a film/play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just attended a debut last Saturday and it was a hit! Everyone was in a very lighthearted mood and might I add that the debutante looked stunning. I want that kind of party myself, but never the mind. Again, being back with my old friends made me miss them so much. Makes you want to reminisce and turn back time. Just so you can be with them like old time's sake. On a happier note, I wanna thank my Mom and Sis for making me look gorgeous that very night. Mom did my make-up, while &lt;em&gt;shobe&lt;/em&gt; did my hair. Wee. I couldn't have been more fabulous. Thank you thank you! Maybe we can set up our own salon or something. &lt;em&gt;Shobe&lt;/em&gt; and I can be the head stylist, then Mom can be the head make-up artist. Then we'll hire others like the receptionist, assistants, yadayadayada..to do our every bidding. bwahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114101115837137467?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114101115837137467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114101115837137467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114101115837137467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114101115837137467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-my-goal-for-next-2-weeks-or-so.html' title=''/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114095018818643843</id><published>2006-02-26T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:57:33.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ayooooo. I'm becoming stupid and idle. (But I still get good grades, thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Stupid because I keep worrying how I'll be able to maximize my page length into a 2-page reaction paper, when all it wants to discuss about are landslide and soil erosion. When I checked my notebook to confirm the instructions, it's written that the maximum number of pages is 2! Argh...what a dummy. I'll give myself a bonk in the head later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...and idle because I spend my afternoons dozing off in bed. I could've done my papers, you know. So now, guess what? I'm cramming again. hurrah! Proscrastination leads to more sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have an Important Announcement to Make:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Classes are suspended tomorrow due to the current situation that we're now in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Gahh. Does this mean that there's a chance that summer vacation will now be delayed? No way. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-114095018818643843?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114095018818643843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114095018818643843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114095018818643843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114095018818643843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/02/ayooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114078852562638908</id><published>2006-02-24T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:52:10.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, My 2nd Love of My Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm becoming a Sims addict once again. No, make that Sims 2 addict. My sis and I are done playing with the 1st Sims version and we've installed every expansion pack that we can possibly find in the market. (Excluding Makin' Magic since the CD wasn't working properly.) I thought The Sims was going to be over (coz I grew tired playing that game for awhile), until we found out that there was going to be another new version of The Sims...which was Sims 2! wuhoooo! *clapclapclap* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My deepest, utterly sincere gratitude to Miko who burned me a copy and gave me the crack for the game. Now I can play Sims 2 whenever I want to. Esp. since there's a loooong weekend ahead of me. weee. Keep the rallies coming. To the &lt;em&gt;Rally-ista&lt;/em&gt;s/ &lt;em&gt;welga&lt;/em&gt; people- don't let me down. Notice now why I'm not always online in YM as I used to be? Well, blame it on The Sims. I can't help it if it's too addictive. *sigh* But seriously, what the hell is happening to the Philippines? When will the rallies ever end? When will the people ever be satisfied with what they have? I mean, remember when E. became president? It was to the people's liking that's why they voted him. They thought he was the most eligible to be voted as president. They thought he'd be the one to remove us from further poverty. But they thought wrong. His corrupted ways are now over once the people started an upheaval. Now the same is happening to Mrs. G. Argh! When will this end?! Next thing you know, they want N. d. C. to become the next president. Filipinos are so gullible. They'd believe anything they want to hear as long as it'd bring them comfort. Oh well, it's perfectly normal in a country like ours. That's what happens to desperate people who live in a destitute, developing country. *sigh* The world is a cycle. And it will forever repeat the self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aaaah. I'm talking nonsense here (Due to desperate attempt to write an entry). I might as well play Sims 2 again than chatter about political garbage. Hello. I don't even know what the word politics means. (haha.) And I still have papers to write. Let's leave the politics to the adults. Children like me are meant to go to school (for educational purposes) and play the computer all day (for fun and pleasure). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&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/9290529-114078852562638908?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114078852562638908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114078852562638908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114078852562638908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114078852562638908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-my-2nd-love-of-my-life.html' title='Finally, My 2nd Love of My Life.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-114044697476899563</id><published>2006-02-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:49:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I had my first try at poker in Jorja's house while waiting for our scheduled film showing that day. Special thanks to Miki who taught us the mastery of gambling. In fact, because of his expertise in the field of poker, he robbed us of all of our money. That rat! haha. Just joking, Miki. He managed to earn himself a hundred bucks just by playing that measly game for almost 4 straight hours. It was fun though. With all the screeching, hooting, ang bantering going on inside Jorja's room, I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors would bang outside Jorja's doorstep and tell us to shut up. I can't blame them. We were acting like a bunch of uncivilized people shouting and screaming uncoherent, gibberish words to each other. Talk about monkeys (as Pat puts it). Our whole time was spent playing card games like poker and bridge, while eating pizza that was supposed to be our early dinner meal. Pat, Jorja, Ash, Mom, and I almost couldn't make it because I didn't take the u-turn earlier. The documentary film wasn't boring as I expected it to be, even if the whole thing was just about environmental awareness. I was about to give up watching the entire film since it was getting really cold inside the room, but somehow I managed. I arrived home around 9:30 so I'm kinda exhausted right now. All the energy I've had earlier is now down to zero. Or better yet, below zero. :P I'm almost conked out so I have to end this entry already. I'll try to write my reaction paper after posting this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh and btw, I think I'm having a sorethroat due to all the shrieking awhile ago. &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/9290529-114044697476899563?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/114044697476899563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=114044697476899563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114044697476899563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/114044697476899563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/02/poker.html' title='POKER'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113983232911183982</id><published>2006-02-13T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:05:29.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the Jitters, huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Venus, goddess of all the goddesses of love and passion, release me from this uncontrollable, unexplainable sensation called LURVE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wake up this morning not feeling all grumpy and stressed out, probably from thinking about the upcoming event. This is so unlike me. It isn't even Vday yet, but just the thought of it sends both my hands all cold and clammy. So what if I've received gifts in the past? Big deal. Perhaps I've finally been caught by the love bug? Hm..maybe. Spring fever has finally come. Or at least for me. (Even if the only seasons we have here are Rainy and Sunny.) Now I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy and tingly. I need to get a grip of myself. ARGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Call me weird. I can't blame you for that. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113983232911183982?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113983232911183982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113983232911183982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113983232911183982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113983232911183982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/02/getting-jitters-huh.html' title='Getting the Jitters, huh?'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113971537769047497</id><published>2006-02-12T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:02:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World leaves me in Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm not really the type to divulge everything to my parents. I guess I'm just not that comfortable having the idea of facing them and telling them every little detail that's happening to me. Of course, I do tell them stuffs, but only to a certain extent. My love life is the most off-limits area to them. The rest I tell them. But I'm slowly opening up now. It's good that they now know I have a significant other. And it helps. Now I can go out with him without having to be secretive about it. Unlike my previous relationship where we always have to hide things from my parents, it's now ok for my bf and me to go places... of course, still, with the consent of my parents. I'm glad that I made the right decision to tell them all about it already. Yeah, you might say I was still uncomfortable when I told my Mom about this. But it's good to finally let everything out. It went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Night before Christmas Eve. 10 pm (i think.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beating-around-the-Bush Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uhm...Dom's coming over tomorrow to give me my gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay. &lt;em&gt;Kayo na noh&lt;/em&gt;? (and then she flashes me her ever-famous devious smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beating-around-the-Bush Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; *smiles* (hoping that she'll get the idea so I won't have to say, "yes".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So? Am I right? &lt;em&gt;Anu nga&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beating-around-the-Bush Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*nods* (feeling like a shy grade school girl...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I knew it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*silence for a few minutes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; So how long is this thing going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beating-around-the-Bush Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uhm... almost 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh. I thought it was longer than that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Finally, I can have a decent relationship with my bf without having to worry if we get caught or not. I couldn't have made that choice without the advice of my friends. Ah... I didn't know that it was THAT easy to tell them. I thought they'd disapprove of our relationship or tell me to break up with him. Oh well. We don't talk much about it. At least they they know I'm currently committed to someone. The only rule we all know is never to tell my grandparents. Cause if they do, we're deadmeat. No, I'm deadmeat. They're the old-fashioned kind. I think they want me to have a bf only after college. By then, maybe no one would court me anymore, because everyone will be too busy with work, and I'll become a spinster! Now who would want a life like that? Hey, I'm just saving myself from the life of an old maid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113971537769047497?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113971537769047497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113971537769047497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113971537769047497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113971537769047497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/02/world-leaves-me-in-wonder.html' title='The World leaves me in Wonder'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113957823906326999</id><published>2006-02-10T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:30:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS: Fate and Other Crummy Superstitions blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fate never ceases to amaze me. Yeah, you might say I believe in the work of Fate. Although I don't think we should leave all the toiling to her, because, as the old, famous maxim goes, "Fate is in our hands." So, it's still entirely up to us how we choose to lay down our cards for destiny's sake. Anyway, as I was saying, and I'll say it again, Fate (!!!) never ceases to amaze me. She is the primary and number 1 (ok, this is getting redundant.) reason why I'm now in a state of bliss. Well..that and because I had a date with Dom today. But I always have a date with Dom on Fridays... Which makes my Fridays my dating day, and which in turn makes me overly and overtly ecstatic during Fridays! (Am I making any sense here?) So... the overly-and-overtly-ecstatic me even got more exuberant after realizing what Fate has in store for me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I got to class 15 mins. late. But that's OK, because the prof never checks attendance. What made my day is this... I got an A in my Calculus long test. And all the while I thought I'd be stuck with a B+ for that test. I'm not trying to be conceited or anything. I just want to pull my grades up and I thought that that A would help a lot.  And that's just half of the story. When I got to ES class, the prof was distributing our long test results and guess what? I also got an A in that test and I was 2nd highest in class. Hurrah! That really got me on high. again. I dunno if only 2 of us got an A, but..doesn't matter. What matters is that I proved everyone that I'm not just this cheery lady, sitting in the back of ES class, doing nothing but chat and laugh and copy notes and draw doodles in the back pages of her notebook. I'm proud to say I'm a geek! (No! nonono! I'm gifted.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Two "A"s in one day. What are the odds of that? The gods must be on my side. Or better yet, Fate must be on my side. It's been so long since I last had this overwhelming sense of achievement. This feeling of triumph will certainly linger long. And I have Fate to thank for that. And me!  Let's not give Her all the credits. I also have myself to thank for. If it wasn't for my perseverance and my burning-the-midnight-oil 'til 2 in the morning (for Math), this wouldn't have happened.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm now reaping the fruits of my labor. and it's time to reap some more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113957823906326999?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113957823906326999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113957823906326999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113957823906326999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113957823906326999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-news-fate-and-other-crummy.html' title='GOOD NEWS: Fate and Other Crummy Superstitions blah.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113948232415140661</id><published>2006-02-09T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:52:04.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My block gang tends to house-hop every Tuesday and Thursday. We've been to Bea's, Jorja's, and Pat's house. I'm not so sure if we'd have enough time to go to my place and Miko's, because we really live far away. Big and Steph, on the other hand, just live along Katipunan, but we've never went to their place, really. Anyway, it'd usually take an hour to get to my house and back. And even if we do go to my house, it's only to tour them around, and then it's back to the car to go back to school in time for Filipino class. How I wish Fil class were scheduled a bit earlier. So many hours wasted with nothing prolific to do. Let me guys share to you some quirky acronyms our Fil prof announced to us during class:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;J-ust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A-lways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;P-ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A-t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;N-ight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...now that's old school. But what about this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;C-ome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;H-ere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;N-eed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A-doration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;..or this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;P-lease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A-lways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;S-ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I-'m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;G-orgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wait. There's more where that came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y-ugyugan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E-very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;M-orning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E-very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;N-ight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;..Something corny??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;P-orget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E-verything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;R-emember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;U-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...Now for the big finale! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;P-umping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;H-ot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;L-ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I-t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;P-lease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;P-lease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;N-eed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E-rotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;S-timulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The class was in an uproar after that. There's still more but that's all I can remember. haha. How's that for an exciting Fil class?! And it wouldn't be half as fun if it weren't for the professor's voice. He has this way of making it sound so hilarious! Anyway, he promised the class that he'd give everyone a copy of that. hihi, can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Help me. What am I to give on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113948232415140661?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113948232415140661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113948232415140661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113948232415140661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113948232415140661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-block-gang-tends-to-house-hop-every.html' title=''/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113868867413536106</id><published>2006-01-31T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:24:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Renovation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hm. I better change my template soon. It's time to renovate my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113868867413536106?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113868867413536106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113868867413536106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113868867413536106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113868867413536106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/under-renovation.html' title='Under Renovation'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113853977110837138</id><published>2006-01-29T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:33:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I had this horrible dream last night that Dad found out that I have a blog! In my dream, we were in the province and he was using the computer when he had to go to the bathroom or something. All I know is he got up to do something else. When I saw the screen, my blog's page was exposed in all its glory for everyone to see! Yaaaaa. Just the mere thought horrifies me. And what's more horrifying is that in that dream, the page was scrolled down to the entry wherein i was fuming mad at my parents. You know that. The one where the whole entry was painted in red. Anyway, after that shocking discovery, I don't recall the rest of the dream. Funny how that single, momentarily jolting dream got me slightly upset. You might say I got a bit mortified and annoyed. Mortified because Dad found that infuriating entry about them; Annoyed because the fact that he was snooping on my blog, he's already invading my privacy and reading my innermost thoughts about them! I mean, what could be more embarrassing and maddening than that?! Now that I think about it, I am sort of relieved that it wasn't the real thing. *sigh* It could be worse. Not that I'm against them or anything. It's just that they're... my parents. hahaha! You know what I mean. I just can't imagine THEM reading my blog. coz I don't imagine MYSELF divulging my innermost secrets to THEM! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm in deep trouble though. Because if it's a dream, then it's bound to come true someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113853977110837138?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113853977110837138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113853977110837138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113853977110837138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113853977110837138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113852034081448180</id><published>2006-01-29T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:45:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SJCS Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="389" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/01282006005.jpg" width="596" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Looks like someone didn't get enough sleep last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113852034081448180?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113852034081448180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113852034081448180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113852034081448180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113852034081448180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/sjcs-fair_113852034081448180.html' title='SJCS Fair'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113837097426178170</id><published>2006-01-26T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T20:29:29.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella Days are Here Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;I have a feeling not everyone's enjoying their month. Ok, so I know the Ber months are up and the weather was supposed to turn slightly warmer around this time of the year. Ironically, it still hasn't. It could be the cause of an arriving typhoon, or maybe the Earth's axis has suddenly shifted direction, or the reason could be just about anything. I mean, who knows? Stranger things have happened. Foul weather has proven to be quite stressful for us Earthlings. Take me for instance. I drive from my place in Paranaque to Ateneo, which is on the far side of town. Besides getting caught in traffic because of the slight weather change and the deep excavation currently going on in EDSA, I have to trudge along the mucky parking lot just to get to my car, making my white shoes not so white anymore. (White! It's white!) Anyway, my not-so-white shoes and I are having the worst of times when it comes to this sort of weather. And the horrible thing is, this not-so-white-anymore shoes of mine aren't really even mine. They're my sister's! haha. But based on my other friends' experiences, I gotta say I'm one of the fortunate ones I guess. If you don't know what I mean, then dig this: Everyone's catching the Flu these days. And not just the flu, but also the cough and colds, and other sorta illnesses one could think of. Pat is almost close to finishing a roll of tissue today. Jorja just got back from her deadly flu, and she isn't even fully recovered yet. Miko, on the other hand, isn't having a great day himself. He was having some body ache problems and looked terrible this morning. He thinks he's been food poisoned or something. I think it's the start of a flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;Anyhow, I keep myself healthy by drinking those prescribed vitamins my doctor gave me: Potencee, 1-6-12, and Moriamin. Back then, my sis and I have different sets of vitamins for each one of us, and each year we have to go to the pediatrician to change them. But after our pediatrician died from a heart attack, we stuck to those 3. I don't know if they really work, but I'm still in tiptop shape. My sis, on the otherhand,is still prone to the cough and colds. Maybe it's purely based on a person's health and resistance. Vitamins can't fully help a person avoid them. I've drank all sorts of vitamins when I was a kid. Flintstone's Chewables, Enervon C, Cherifer, Cecon- you name it, I've tasted it. I'm drugged! o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;I hope others are coping better with the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113837097426178170?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113837097426178170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113837097426178170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113837097426178170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113837097426178170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/umbrella-days-are-here-again.html' title='Umbrella Days are Here Again'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113782755327226039</id><published>2006-01-21T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:12:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the typo. It's "quarreling", not "quarelling". bwahahahaha! Just in case someone butts in to correct me. &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113782755327226039?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113782755327226039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113782755327226039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113782755327226039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113782755327226039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/oops.html' title='Oops.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113782487182561385</id><published>2006-01-21T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:03:10.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oldies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uhoh. They're at it again. Grandma and Grandpa had a row again and the sad thing is, they always end up not reconciling with each other. The house is in absolute riot everytime they start a squabble. More often than not, you'd hear things being banged and clashed from below or from where they're fighting. The thing is, I think they hate each other's guts. There's no love anymore, I tell you. They're just fulfilling their roles as husband and wife. That's it. It makes me regret having to live with them because a lot of complications arise. Grrr. I just heard them shouting from below and I think Grandpa stormed out of the house with the car keys. Hah. He always does that whenever Grandma starts fuming and ranting endlessly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's both their fault actually. Grandma has a short fuse- just a slight trigger and you're sure we're all doomed( rat-tat-tat-at!!!); while Grandpa... well, Grandpa has his own queer ways. One time, Grandpa got so furious that he didn't wanna come back and stayed the whole night at Diamond Hotel. He called Papa on the cellphone and told him to arrange him a plane ticket to Xiamen. Dad even had to persuade him to come home. He's not good at expressing his feelings for Grandma. It's always &lt;em&gt;patago &lt;/em&gt;or sometimes, even never! He's not good at reciprocating, that's for sure. Blame it on his upbringing coz' he was brought up without a mom. Bah. Go figure. Problem is, both got pride. Neither of them has the initiative to utter the word, Sorry. All I know is, they're not even compatible for each other. It makes me believe that the only reason Grandma married Grandpa is because he was a really well-known basketball star in his younger days, which is something I think my Grandma is positively attracted to: fame, wealth, and attention. Now fastforward to the future, my younger Sis and I both agreed that among the 6 family members in our unusual abode, Grandma's the only one who loves showing off her wealth. The most obvious &lt;em&gt;fashionista&lt;/em&gt; in our clan, I believe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*sigh* They're still quarelling at the moment. I can still hear the barking and yelling and the slamming of doors. When will this end? =/ Don't mind me coz' I don't let them get me affected. I'm used to this. I mean, who wouldn't if you always hear them having nonstop combats every week? All I want is some peace and quiet. DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm just terrified that some day, one of them will lose their mind. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/9290529-113782487182561385?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113782487182561385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113782487182561385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113782487182561385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113782487182561385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/oldies.html' title='The Oldies.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113776379573263384</id><published>2006-01-20T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:40:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise for my Lurve. and more Whims from Silly ol' Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yey! I forgot to mention yesterday that I bought something for my lovely, lovely bf while we were in Eastwood that afternoon! Just in case he sees this posting, I won't tell you what it is unless the surprise's out already! :P weee.. it's cute. Kinda expensive for a small thing, believe me. But what do you expect? It isn't locally made you know. Then again, it would all be worth it in the end coz that "thing" is especially bought for him anyway. yihee! The things I do for my special someone..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;**sighs dreamily**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hehe, truth is, I wouldn't spend money on just about anyone unless that person's significant to me. Not that I won't buy things for my friends or anything, coz I consider them to be the prized jewels in my life, but my bf deserves something extra special from me of course! Unless you want him to get jealous over my friends, which for me would be a total pain in the neck. :) Come to think of it, I wouldn't wanna be caught in that kind of situation coz it's pretty silly getting jealous over some friends. I believe in treating them as equals. You know what I'm saying? (What am I, an official running for candidacy or something?!) Like.. spend equal, quality time on both parties. Have time for your bf, as well as your friends. That way, neither would be affected by each other. Okay, I know some friends would understand it if you spent more time on your sweetie pie than on them. But who knows? Others might think otherwise.:) Anyway, it was so sweet of my bf to help me with the survey thingy for ES. That way, I wouldn't have to go to DLSU to pass the surveys around. yey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Speaking of him, while I was still in class, he decided to attend mass in the chapel. I wouldn't believe him at first, so I started teasing him if he really went to mass. Turns out he really did. Guess I got the last laugh since I was the one who seldom go to mass. Rar! During highschool, it was required of us to attend mass every Saturday. Of course I couldn't maintain that habit any longer after entering college because I'm not a devout Catholic. And then I suddenly realized that I don't pray at night as often as I usually do. Whenever we're saying our goodnight greetings to each other, my bf would always kid me and say,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"JAPAN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Just Always Pray At Night.) Sounds corny I know, but it's his way of reminding me to pray before I go to sleep (coz I think he knows I don't say my goodnight prayers anymore) ..which I sometimes ignore and just shrug off. Wah. It's not that I'm being bad or anything. It's just that I don't think I believe in my religion anymore. Wah. It's just a whim but I'm thinking of switching to Buddhism (ooohm...). eep. I dunno. I've been to Chinese temples and Chinese gatherings and it just came to me that Buddhism has this stronger vibe than Catholicism. It makes me want to believe that Buddhism is the right religion for me. Especially since I'm a Chinese anyway.:) Nirvana here I come! bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hm..Do you think I'll go to hell if the Lord hears that I've renounced my faith in Him? :P What 'til my parents hear about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Mom, Dad. I've decided to become a Buddhist after all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;They can't argue with that. I mean, it's not as if Buddhism is something like smoking or taking drugs or having your navel pierced or having a tattoo or something. :P It's for a good cause. hyahya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~toodles. Calcu midterm this monday so I have to bury my head in tons and tons of math books. (actually, just our Calcu book and my math notebook. :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113776379573263384?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113776379573263384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113776379573263384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113776379573263384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113776379573263384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/surprise-for-my-lurve-and-more-whims.html' title='Surprise for my Lurve. and more Whims from Silly ol&apos; Me'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113767700201837899</id><published>2006-01-19T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:23:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>heheheheheheheh. Yesterday, my blockmates and I went to UP to conduct some surveys again. It was actually my 2nd (or 3rd..) time to go there. Funny. I didn't even know that UP was THAT CLOSE to Ateneo. bwaha. would you believe????!..It was just a few minutes drive from our school. Pardon me if I sound so in awe. &lt;em&gt;Ganyan talaga mga walang alam sa mundo&lt;/em&gt;. :D Anyway, I was the one who drove us there because I had the only transportation around. Fortunately, Pat knows the way, so there was no problem. It was actually my 1st time to see UP without the traffic and bustle of students. Coz the 1st time I went there, it was UPCAT day. So what do you expect but traffic. Yesterday was different though. It was a Wednesday and I was told that Wednesday is usually UP's rest day s0 few people were around. The area was entirely covered with grasses and trees and shrubs. There isn't an area where u don't see anything green on it. The place was so soothing and relaxing that it makes me wanna transfer to UP. and sleep all day round. hahahaha. We went to Palma Hall and some other buildings. Maycee and I walked around the huge field then back again, and it proved to be quite exhausting that when I got home, I went straight to bed and started snoring. I did something bad when we went there: I parked the car in an "Only for UP Administration" area. My bad. Good thing the guard didn't notice our car. hahaha. The survey thingy went well. I arrived home just in time to take a nap and study for the Calculus long test.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago, my friends and I went to Eastwood. We have 3-hour breaks during Tuesdays and Thursdays and we decided, after doing Alis-Taya, that we'd go to Eastwood today. There was no time to watch a movie so we had to do with the arcades. We took turns playing with the drums although the games were pretty costly. I'd say Timezone's much better!  :) The whole afternoon was fun until we had to go back to school in time for Fil class. We reached Sec A just before the 2nd bell. yeah! Again, I got so exhausted from all the traveling that I wanted to sleep right in the middle of the class. Of course I couldn't do that.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah. It's a wonder I didn't have any homework today. Good for me! My mind needs to recharge by 100%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113767700201837899?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113767700201837899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113767700201837899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113767700201837899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113767700201837899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113721617846082265</id><published>2006-01-13T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T13:45:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Are TV Characters' Salaries Realistic?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;By Laura Morsch, CareerBuilder.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Think back: When was the last time you saw Carrie Bradshaw chopping vegetables or preheating an oven to cook herself dinner on "Sex and the City?" How about shopping on the clearance rack or setting foot inside a discount store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nope, Carrie is a Prada-buying, cosmopolitan-drinking, Manolo Blahnik-collecting kind of girl. She eats out constantly, resides in a roomy one-bedroom Manhattan apartment, and never seems to think twice before slapping down her credit card for more designer duds.Even her job – sex columnist for a New York City newspaper – is glamorous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But don't let the "Sex and the City" writers fool you: Carrie's annual columnist salary wouldn't come close to affording her that luxurious lifestyle (trust me). According to Payscale.com, a New York City journalist with 10 years of experience earns a median annual salary of about $57,000.This kind of income-stretching isn't unique to HBO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The "Friends" crew on NBC did some fancy budgeting of their own. For example, consider Jennifer Aniston's character, Rachel Green. In the early seasons, the cash Rachel earns serving lattes – badly – at the neighborhood coffee joint manages to pay rent on an enormous New York apartment and feed her shopping addiction so well she becomes a style icon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;From Orange County to Wisteria Lane, TV characters always seem to be well-dressed, debt-free and driving expensive cars up to their pristine homes. But despite their alluring jobs, most of these characters would be solidly middle-class in the real world. Here's a look at how much your favorite TV characters would really be bringing home each year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Rich...Even in the real world, these characters would be in the upper income brackets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Simon Cowell, American Idol – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=talent" sc_cmp="'JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Judge/Talent Scout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Salary: $34 million, according to the London Daily Mirror. Even though Cowell is a real person, his stratospheric salary is far from typical. According to Payscale.com, the average Hollywood talent agent with 25 years of experience would make $30,600.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Christian Troy, Nip/Tuck – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=plastic" sc_cmp="'JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Plastic Surgeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Real-life median salary: $156,500, according to Payscale.com. Although Troy's partnership is considered to be the best private practice in Miami, he would need a loftier-than-average salary to afford his fast cars and expensive suits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michael Bluth, Arrested Development – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=president&amp;sc_cmp=JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Acting Company President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Real-life median salary: $140,350, according to the BLS. Top executives can bring home the big bucks, but thanks to Bluth's father's dubious accounting practices, his paycheck might be a bit paltrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sandy Cohen, The O.C. – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=lawyer&amp;amp;sc_cmp=JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Real-life median salary: $94,930, according to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS). While a nearly six-figure median salary is nothing to scoff at, the typical lawyer can't afford an oceanfront mansion and pool house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Posers...Want a home, wardrobe and car like these characters? You might not get them with these jobs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Homer Simpson, The Simpsons – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=safety" sc_cmp="'JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nuclear Safety Inspector &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Real-life median salary: about $64,000 for nuclear power reactor operators, according to the BLS. So that's how Homer affords all that beer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Elliot Stabler, Law &amp; Order: SVU – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=detective&amp;amp;sc_cmp=JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Detective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Real-life median salary: about $54,000, according to the BLS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sydney Bristow, Alias – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=investigator&amp;sc_cmp=JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;CIA Agent/Investigator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Real-life median salary: around $50,000. The CIA keeps its salaries top-secret, but About.com estimates the typical starting salary for a CIA agent is between $34,000 and $52,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gil Grissom, CSI – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=forensic" sc_cmp="'JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Forensic Scientist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Real-life median salary: about $44,000, according to the BLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Grace Adler, Will and Grace – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=interior" sc_cmp="'JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Interior Designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Real-life median salary: about $40,700, according to the BLS. Maybe Grace should be working for her rich, lazy assistant Karen, instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Susan Mayer, Desperate Housewives – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=illustrator&amp;amp;sc_cmp=JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Children's Book Illustrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Real-life median salary: $38,060, according to the BLS. Money might be a little tight for this single mother on Wisteria Lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;John "JD" Dorian, Scrubs – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/PLI/QuickSrchV2.asp?QSKWD=physician" sc_cmp="'JS_623_embed_cannedsch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Medical Resident &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Real-life median salary: $37,000, according to an American Medical Association Report. If you break his salary down hourly, it just gets worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113721617846082265?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113721617846082265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113721617846082265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113721617846082265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113721617846082265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-tv-characters-salaries-realistic.html' title=''/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113716091226123819</id><published>2006-01-12T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:25:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Disoriented.</title><content type='html'>I'm not liking my day any bit. I don't feel like my usual bubbly self. I was quiet awhile ago.. somewhat serious.. and wasn't in the mood to do anything at all. Not even participate in class. (as if I always do.) or chatter with jorja during ES time when discussion gets boring. My mind's wandering off someplace else. Thinking of what? you might ask. Thinking about i dunno. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My alarm clock goes off at 5:20 am. but then it took me 30 minutes than usual to get my butt off the bed. There goes time. rar. Wasted due to bumming. Almost got late going to my Calculus class. That was around 7:20. *whew* Made it in due time. Some friends and classmates complimented me on my outfit- my ethnic slippers (they thought it was new.) and my white-studded jacket. ("OH! This old thing?" :P) That sorta cheered me up. *ding!* See how nice words thrown at me can go a long way? We had our group Lit report today which turned out successful. The prof borrowed my painting. I think he likes it. haha. That got me in a lighter mood too. *ding!* But then, someone couldn't make it today. So that got me down in the dumps again. *sigh* I arrive in ES class looking harrassed because of the hot weather. (remember I was wearing a jacket.) Other than that, I got a surprise visit from a "friend". (You know. The one that plagues girls every month.) *sigh again* We took a short quiz in class and realized after that I got 3 answers wrong. Could've done better if I had more time to review. *double sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was pretty much having a bad day. And it wasn't even afternoon yet. That got me in a foul mood. Although no one must have noticed. but I was pretty much silent the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to UST to conduct some survey for ES. Almost couldn't get in coz the guard wanted to know what we wanted and we couldn't formulate an excuse to get away. Minutes later, rain began pouring hard that we had to wait under a pavillion until it stops. I feel drenched. and icky. *sigh and rawr* We forgot our umbrellas in the car. I was almost done when I met up with Kes just for the sake of giving him a surprise visit. YEY! That certainly brightened up my day. It really did. even if the chitchat was only for a few minutes. It goes to show how much I miss old friends. You won't realize how much you miss their presence unless you see them. Grrr. If you don't know what I mean, then find it out yourself. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know if it's because of my period (there. i said it.) OR because of the rising-and-falling succession of today's events OR because today's Friday the 13th. But somehow, I'm really in a very rotten mood. I even turned down Kester's offer to go to a dance concert with some friends tonight, just because I'm pooped out and not in the mood to do so. Darn. I'm gonna regret this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Still feeling blue. I'm blue dabadeedabadaaa dabadeeeedabada dabadee dabadaaaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113716091226123819?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113716091226123819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113716091226123819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113716091226123819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113716091226123819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/disoriented.html' title='.Disoriented.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113697688637333164</id><published>2006-01-11T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:40:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Under the Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't feel so good right now. let's see.. I'm feeling nauseous. woozy. sleepy. out of my mind. restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Just great. i think i woke up in the wrong side of the bed. or maybe I overslept. It could also be from the nescafe freeze that i drank. *sigh. I'm never gonna drink that again. The last time I drank that, I got nauseous inside the car. And to think that I was the one driving. Worse, I got stuck in traffic for almost 2 hours. And now, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help! I need air! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I found my plant all wilted up due to lack of watering. There was a 2-week Christmas break right? And school is far away from where I live, so I have no idea how I'd be able to water it. Oh well. My plant's recuperating right now. I'm giving it the TLC it deserves. :P Although someone in our class was assigned to water the plants, I don't think he has watered mine coz I placed my plant in a different rack.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends and I went to Starbucks yesterday to hang out. It was Steph's birthday so we had to be nice to her. (That was only according to her.) She didn't even bother treating us to some frap. What a friend. :&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I should be doing my homework right now. But I don't feel like it. Maybe later. I'm still nauseous.. I was supposed to narrate about our family's quirky encounters with household maids. Far too many to recall each one of them. But maybe next time when I feel better. Pray that this barfy feeling will pass by tomorrow.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113697688637333164?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113697688637333164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113697688637333164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113697688637333164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113697688637333164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling-under-weather.html' title='Feeling Under the Weather'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113690102750041733</id><published>2006-01-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:19:24.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahabol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Last Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The least you'll expect me to read are romance novels. I just don't see the whole point of reading one. Love stories usually end in 2 ways. It's either the couple ends up together or one of them dies. Eeew. So cliche. Unless I'm heartbroken, getting lovesick, or having love problems, you won't find me with a "chicken-soup-for-my-lonely-heart", i mean, romance book in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113690102750041733?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113690102750041733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113690102750041733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113690102750041733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113690102750041733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/pahabol.html' title='Pahabol!'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113689030363389563</id><published>2006-01-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:05:27.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOKS: A Timeless Companion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've just finished reading Jeffrey Archer's The Prison Diary: Hell. Now to scour the bookstores for its sequel entitled The Prison Diary: Purgatory! :D Although, that can wait because we still have lots of books here that I haven't even opened yet. What our house really needs this time is a quaint, cozy library to place all our books in it coz I think we're running out of space to keep the new ones. All our bookshelves are getting quite crowded that we're running out of ways to stuff the books inside just so they'd fit. Sometimes, we'd make "bookshelves" out of drawers from lack of space. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mom and I are the bookworms in the family. We'd go to every major booksale that we've heard of and spend all our money on books that we like, even if we don't get to finish reading every one of them right away. Well actually, Mom's the only one spending the moolah. She insists on paying for the whole thing. :) And anyway, she's ok with it since books aren't a bad thing to spend your money on. Hey, it's a great way to exercise your imagination..and what's the best way to enrich your vocab but to read a book? Plus, it takes your mind off your daily worries or, Heaven knows, the realities of life. To cut my blabbering short, what I'm trying to say is, I find pleasure in reading books, novels, magazines, or anything that has words printed/written on it. The thought of curling up in bed with a good book in your hand is quite relishing to me. I love the fact that while I'm enjoying myself, I'm also learning something relevant. So it's like you're not wasting your time at all but making yourself wiser, wittier! These days, I find myself reading books more often than not, preferring that to watching TV or logging on to the net. I take a break by digesting a good book while letting my mind freely wander off to a place I've never been to. Reading is my idea of relaxing. Before taking some shut eye, I make sure I read something beforehand. I make time for it. (My only mistake is that I read while lying down. There goes my supposedly 20/20 vision.) I guess perhaps I just want to make myself more productive..spend some quiet time alone and uninterrupted... relax... and have some inner peace within me while immersing in a jolly ol' book. Enjoy a good book or two. That's what I'd say. I enjoy reading so much that if you wanna lock me up somewhere- tower, dungeon, cage, or whatever solitary place it might be, it's swell by me as long as you leave me with books to read! It makes me wonder why others don't like the idea of reading as an ideal pasttime. They're missing half of their life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Reading is definitely my cup of tea. I'll never grow tired of this. 'm just glad Mom's "reading" genes was passed on to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fact:&lt;br /&gt;The day I realized I have a passion for books was when I was in Preschool and I got my first Archie Comic Book. I got hooked right away. Hooked! My whole drawer was filled with Archie Comics back then. I even borrowed my Uncle's big collection and read it throughout the summer. After that, it was reading books all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Another Fact:&lt;br /&gt;I once borrowed my Uncle's prized Nancy Drew Detective Series collection and finished one whole book per day. And there were like 40+ of them. I read everything the entire summer break! :)&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/9290529-113689030363389563?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113689030363389563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113689030363389563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113689030363389563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113689030363389563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/books-timeless-companion.html' title='BOOKS: A Timeless Companion'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113633578652900464</id><published>2006-01-04T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:49:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibberish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm inside the lib right now searching the web. I can't help but notice this big, silly guy who's sitting right across me. He's laughing all by himself. weird. Perhaps he's fascinated with what he's reading in the computer. Oops. There he goes again! Eew.. Now he's picking his nose. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I better stop looking before he catches me staring at him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113633578652900464?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113633578652900464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113633578652900464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113633578652900464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113633578652900464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/gibberish.html' title='Gibberish'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113621835530204386</id><published>2006-01-03T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:36:28.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never liked fantasy movies. You know what I mean. The ones like &lt;em&gt;Enteng Kabisote&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Exodus&lt;/em&gt;, and the like. Surprisingly, these are the movies that Pinoys love watching, resulting to a sudden rise of fantasy movies in the 2005 Manila Filmfest. Eww. Wouldn't watch it even if it's the last flick on Earth! :( I've watched &lt;em&gt;Ako Legal Wife&lt;/em&gt; already and I love it. The characters were so hilarious that you wouldn't dare take a nap in between the film. Jay Manalo's diction in Fookien is so articulate that one would think he's a Chinese. ZsaZsa isn't that bad either. I think it's her 1st time to star as the main character in the Mano Po series. I've seen all four of the series already starting from the very first Mano Po. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I've never been an avid fan of Filipino movies. The only time I'd watch one is when it's a movie from the Manila Filmfest. My first MF movie would be the one starring Cesar Montano where he plays a diver killing/destroying corals to make a living. I forgot what the title of the movie is, but that was my first. Several years after came the Mano Po movies, so..curious and intrigued that we were, we watched every movie of that. Surprisingly, we weren't disappointed with the movie. :) Oh! And I've watched Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros! hahaha. Definitely worth watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So perhaps I'm underestimating local movies. That doesn't mean I won't enjoy viewing one. Providing it's a good movie and the cinema's at Greenbelt. ;)&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/9290529-113621835530204386?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113621835530204386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113621835530204386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113621835530204386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113621835530204386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/pinoy-movies.html' title='Pinoy Movies'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113621421241126363</id><published>2006-01-02T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:19:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parents. I hate them. ( I know I'll regret saying this later.) Just when you thought things were going smoothly around the house, they suddenly barge in to destroy that tranquil state and make your life miserable. It's like when you're meditating, and a noise from somewhere suddenly disrupts and breaks you from your mode of concentration? Well, they're that kind of parents. Something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was busy minding my own business when dad asked me why his laptop's internet wasn't working. I told him that that sometimes happens and he should wait a little longer. He asked me if I had switched off the DSL..LAN.. whatever and I said no coz I didn't even go near the computer. I was watching TV at that moment when Mom went outside. When she came back, she started blaming me, scolding me, raising her voice at me.. telling me that I didn't turn on the LAN. (Turns out she went to our room to see if the DSL's working.) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even know that it wasn't turned on! Then when I explained that bit of information calmly to her, she retorted by saying I should have made an effort to look and check if it's turned on and not just sit on the couch watching TV! What the heck. What am I? A robot to do all their bidding? I don't know what she's up to, but she's definitely got under my nerves. I tried keeping my cool, but she kept insisting that it was my fault. Dad was silent the whole time, busy with his laptop what else. And the thing that really made me boil is this: I don't think it was my fault at all! Hello.. Dad asked me if I turned it off, which means it was supposed to be on the whole time! So I assumed it was open all the while! But ohhh no, Mom had to go chattering all the way, telling me that I was just being lazy and not wanting to help Dad out. Hey, I tried helping him. I seriously did. And she didn't even bother listening to my explanation. Hello. Earth to Mom. I would have admitted it if it was my fault. but I'm innocent here! So it's not my fault if I stormed out of the room. Hell, that was my only way out of that heated conversation. And I was waiting for my favorite TV show to start. Dang! So now I have no way of watching the show anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosh. Thank God for blogs. and technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113621421241126363?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113621421241126363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113621421241126363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113621421241126363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113621421241126363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/grrrrrrrr.html' title='GRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113621561382388373</id><published>2006-01-02T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:26:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunch of Nothings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;See that post below? It's got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;written all over it. Red for Anger. DUH! &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113621561382388373?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113621561382388373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113621561382388373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113621561382388373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113621561382388373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2006/01/bunch-of-nothings.html' title='Bunch of Nothings'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113430679780425817</id><published>2005-12-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:13:17.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peanuts Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/1600/12112005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/320/12112005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Charlie Brown. yey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/1600/12112005(001).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/320/12112005%28001%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lucy. Heeheehee!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You might be wondering where Snoopy is. I saw him too, but I think I scared him away. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113430679780425817?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113430679780425817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113430679780425817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113430679780425817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113430679780425817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/peanuts-family.html' title='The Peanuts Family'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113422956348133922</id><published>2005-12-10T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:46:03.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm.. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do make a lovely combination! Check out my previous post entitled "For Real". The color spells out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh yeah! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113422956348133922?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113422956348133922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113422956348133922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113422956348133922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113422956348133922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113422742833982890</id><published>2005-12-10T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:29:34.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Princess in my Own World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm the princess of clumsiness. I never fail to get myself in a very ugly, embarrassing situation. Wah. I feel like a grade-school kid all over again when I do something humiliating! And btw, grade school was the peak of my "clumsy-hood" days. I can definitely enumerate to you a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt; of those stuff (note the capital letters) and they're totally hilarious. Hilarious for you maybe, but not for little ol' me back in those days. It's kinda queasy to recall them, that's why I block some of those ugly memories. I'm such a wimp. hahaha! But I laugh them off now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think some of my mottos would be, "Forget about the past. Don't dwell on the past. Just move on!" or "Embarrassments are there to mold you as an individual. People won't remember you for your mistakes. They'll remember you for the great deeds that you do after you commit your mistakes." or something like that. That's what I tell myself when I get caught in a really messy/humiliating situation. But then again, after repeating those phrases inside my head, I have to ask myself why it had to be me. ME. Of all the people in the world. Guess i'm one of the lucky (or gifted) few. (gifted? more like a curse, you dork!) :P Is it just me or am I the only one getting into these kinds of scenario? Somebody please enlighten me. o_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~nyahahahaa. still, i love myself. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~"All hail the princess!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113422742833982890?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113422742833982890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113422742833982890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113422742833982890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113422742833982890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/princess-in-my-own-world.html' title='A Princess in my Own World'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113413110063362424</id><published>2005-12-09T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:25:02.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going from Bad to Worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something awful happened to me today. wah T_T Can't tell you unless you want me to. :P&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;wah. it's so heartbreaking. And now I feel so guilty. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh no. I predict nightmare coming! my conscience's going to haunt me while I sleep tonight. Oh no. OhnoOhnoOhno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohno. I'm deadmeat. OhnoOhnoOhno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113413110063362424?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113413110063362424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113413110063362424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113413110063362424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113413110063362424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-from-bad-to-worse.html' title='Going from Bad to Worse'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113409242035315432</id><published>2005-12-09T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:40:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ExCruciAtiNG..rawr.</title><content type='html'>Remember the pop quiz I was talking about last time? Well. The prof gave me a 1... A 1 out of 5. bummer. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113409242035315432?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113409242035315432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113409242035315432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113409242035315432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113409242035315432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/excruciatingrawr.html' title='ExCruciAtiNG..rawr.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113402353538082727</id><published>2005-12-08T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:20:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shet. I just realized something (after reading Erv's comment). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I always wear &lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's not my most favorite color anymore,coz I feel I should appreciate colors in variety. My distaste in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has also settled down. Good for me! :) so..Why the hell do I always wear pink?! Maybe because of my pink craze years before? Nah. I don't even know. You figure it out. Then tell me why. Ok? Ok? Ok??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;toodles noodles kaboodles! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113402353538082727?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113402353538082727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113402353538082727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113402353538082727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113402353538082727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/freaky-pink.html' title='Freaky Pink'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113402216160140959</id><published>2005-12-08T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:09:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I need a new wardrobe. Then I'll just donate all my old clothes to charity. Am i thoughtful or what? It's a Give and Receive thing and I'm trying to get the hang of it,  since Christmas is just around the corner. :P  But it is kind of egocentric of me because i'm expecting something in return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bah! Humbug! Christmas and its goody-goody ways... How foolish. What am I even thinking?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kidding!  ...................I'm trying to make my day a little more productive so i decided to do a little hobby. Can't tell you what it is unless I'm done though! It's supposed to be a surprise. And I can earn a small income out of doing these. hehehe. The problem with me though, is I can't stay put on doing one thing. One way or another, I'd get restless and then I'd stop what I was doing and think of something else to do. I'm an adventurous person. That's what. I love doing plenty of things and am not afraid to try something new, just to make my life more exciting! So maybe that's why I still don't have a clue as to what I really want to become after I graduate. Coz I don't want to be fed up doing the same ol' job day after day after day until I grow old with wrinkles. I want to do something.. diferent! Something that won't bore me to death. Something that would make me smile and say, "This is going to be a wonderful day coz I'm living the time of my life doing the best job in the world!" and that I won't ever regret taking that job many years from now. I know it sounds all dreamy and unreal, but that's who I am. If I wanna continue living this damn sh*tty life on Earth, then I might as well find myself a job that would suit/thrill/amuse me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People are born to be trampled by obstacles, problems, embarrassments, and such, so all the more you should rise up and fight for life's glory. Then at the same time, reward yourself for your victory. Ah, life. It's just a four-letter word yet this puny thing is held responsible for all the complexities in this world. Life has its mysterious ways. And this is For Real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113402216160140959?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113402216160140959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113402216160140959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113402216160140959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113402216160140959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-real.html' title='For Real'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113398265302326693</id><published>2005-12-08T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T03:18:17.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting (intense!) YM Conversation with a Close Friend:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: yoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: hi maxiiii!!&lt;br /&gt;raissa lim: hahahah..wahh..how u?? late na..gising pa rin ako!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: oks naman&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: taba taba&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: tama na watch movies sa pc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: hahaha! di naman ako nagwawatch movie aaaa...&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: hmm&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: e d n gwa m?&lt;br /&gt;raissa lim: inaayos blog ko. u???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: basa ko blog m&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: cute&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: nabasa mo na??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: yeah&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: cute cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: bwahahah!! wait! lemme guess... afternoon dyan ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: yeah&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: - 13 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: wahaahhaha!! happy boithday!!&lt;br /&gt;raissa lim: again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: tapos na&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: bad trip&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: nice day sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: hahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: pero i found my roommate's pubic hair sa spare soap ko&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: bastos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: yuuuck!! he did that on purpose ba ? aha! or di siya nagpaalam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: eeew. let him remove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: nilinis ko na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: dapat pinalinis mo sa kanya!&lt;br /&gt;raissa lim: u should've confronted him. tapos hawak hawak mo ung soap. tapos sabihin mo while pointing at the soap with hair: "What's this?"&lt;br /&gt;raissa lim: hhohohohoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: hahah&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: a&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: nagwala ako sa room&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: katabi ko cya&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: kaya tagalog muna tayo&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: p*tangina mo! hahahaha. hindi sayo ah! sakanya!&lt;br /&gt;raissa lim: joke lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: ?&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: ikaw a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: dirty dirty pla mouth m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raissa lim: haha. di noh. hanggang ngayon angel pdn ako&lt;br /&gt;raissa lim: angel hair--------&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raissa lim: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maxi tong: hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: corny ka pa rin&lt;br /&gt;maxi tong: yun lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oy Maximillian! miss u! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113398265302326693?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113398265302326693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113398265302326693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113398265302326693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113398265302326693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/interesting-intense-ym-conversation.html' title='Interesting (intense!) YM Conversation with a Close Friend:'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113397301247812974</id><published>2005-12-07T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T03:19:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Galore! :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/1600/topshop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/320/topshop.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113397301247812974?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113397301247812974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113397301247812974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113397301247812974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113397301247812974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/shopping-galore-p.html' title='Shopping Galore! :P'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113397120250493392</id><published>2005-12-07T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:05:56.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Chitter-Chatter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yeyeyeyyy! Today was both a delightful and mentally tiring day for me. Classes were so-so..same-old. blah! As usual, Math class wasn't the most interesting place that you want to be in. Especially since it's my first class every M-W-F of the week! You know how i abhor Math. But this one totally drives me insane! YaAAaRgH!! The Prof even gave us a pop quiz awhile ago. I got my answers right, but.. i drew the wrong graph! Anyway, he was only asking for the slope (or m) of f(x), so i hope he didn't bother looking at my graph. =D After Math class, and after several attempts of trying to forget my Math prof..my Math class..my Math lectures..etc. etc., Fate suddenly gave me a break by giving me 2 free-cuts. (English and Lit) Double yeys for me! :) So my only classes this day were Math and ES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After watering my plant in the ES Greenhouse, our block went to Shakey's because tomorrow was Eunice's boithday and that's where she treated us! The pizza was humongous and 2 big ones were enough for almost all of us.yum! We were talking about going abroad in the summer, which I doubt my parents will ever agree to. I hope a thousand (or more) times of pleading will do the trick. nyahaha. And it's not just anywhere coz they plan to go to LA. If not, maybe somewhere in Asia. And then after that chat, we (Steph, Bea, Jorja, Big, and me) decided to go to Tiendesitas and Shangri-la on impulse. Good thing Jorja had a car and driver, (even if she told us that her driver was smelly) so we got there within a few minutes. Wee! It was definitely a perfect bonding experience. But just as we were sitting inside her car, I had this weird feeling that I forgot something. So I decided to check my bag and then...DAMN. I lost my Calculus book and my 6630 cellphone. ARGH. Where could I have placed them?! I wasn't too worried about the cellphone coz I was more worried about my sim card. All my files are in there you know. I even called Ian up to check in school and see if I left them in the Greenhouse or in my ES classroom. But nada. They weren't in either of those places. So anyway, to sum up this unfortunate event, I have to say that it was a happy ending. Little did I know that Jally, my friend, found my things in the classroom and gave them to Maine! So now all I have to do is get them from her this Friday. yey! Aw..I miss her to pieces coz we seldom see each other unlike last sem. We have different schedules now and she's preoccupied with her ARPT too. Wuhoooo! Congrats to her though. I knew she'd get recruited.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I arrived home later than usual but suprisingly grandma didn't ask me alotta' questions. Today's events, whether exciting or traumatic, definitely gave me something to always remember and ponder about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Never leave your cellphone lying on top of the table. It's better if you hold them at all times. Or better yet, just leave them inside your bag! Don't take it out..Don't even use them anymore! It's too dangerous a place to use a cellphone. bwahaahaaha! &gt;=D I guess I just got lucky this time.whew* Thank God for Lady Luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Never underestimate the power of doing things on impulse. Like going shopping and the like. Wee! Of course, too much of that could be bad you know. Like we always say, "Think before you act."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;('',)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113397120250493392?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113397120250493392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113397120250493392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113397120250493392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113397120250493392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/chitter-chatter.html' title='.Chitter-Chatter.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113377827707969549</id><published>2005-12-05T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:17:01.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yellow/Orange House: New Neighbor, A Whole Lotta' Changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/1600/12032005.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/320/12032005.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pesky new neighbor's house. Bwahahaha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The cause of all my depleting source of Sun Cellular signal. I don't know how or why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But as soon as that house got there, Sun signal has suddenly gone down the drain. sniff. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/1600/12052005(009).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/320/12052005%28009%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor 1100 now has to sit in the window sill to get better signals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113377827707969549?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113377827707969549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113377827707969549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113377827707969549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113377827707969549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/yelloworange-house-new-neighbor-whole_05.html' title='The Yellow/Orange House: New Neighbor, A Whole Lotta&apos; Changes.'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113377566725445953</id><published>2005-12-05T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:41:08.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unforgettable Smocket Experience (whoowee!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/1600/12052005(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/320/12052005%28005%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird Jorja. Fine! You're both cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/1600/12052005(004).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/320/12052005%28004%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Guess what we're doing here! (besides taking pictures) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Obviously, smoking isn't one of them:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~~&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird na kung weird&lt;/em&gt;! Just go figure! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113377566725445953?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113377566725445953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113377566725445953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113377566725445953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113377566725445953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/unforgettable-smocket-experience.html' title='The Unforgettable Smocket Experience (whoowee!)'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113353420150446410</id><published>2005-12-02T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:07:34.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New Blog (Filipino Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were asked by our Fil prof to write a journal for this sem and it's either written in a notebook or typed in a blog. I preferred the latter mainly because it's neater to do a journal in a blog since erasure is not a problem and you can rewrite your entry over and over again without making the page look messy. I made an entirely new blog for this one and&lt;/span&gt; i'm gonna share it with you guys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I SINCERELY HOPE NO ONE'S GOING TO SABOTAGE THAT BLOG SINCE THAT'S PART OF MY GRADE IN FIL12. SPECIAL MENTION TO THAT PERSON WHO'S BEEN IMPERSONATING ME IN THE TAGBOARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(it's not even funny anymore.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now! getting back to the journal, the only rules here are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You need to have a &lt;strong&gt;title&lt;/strong&gt; for your blog and explain why you chose it. It doesn't matter what it is so long as you make one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The blog has to be written in &lt;strong&gt;pure Filipino&lt;/strong&gt;. (or at least that's what I heard. I'm not sure if taglish's allowed..:P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You have to write at least &lt;strong&gt;one entry per week&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's it! You can write about anything you wanna write about. It doesn't matter so long as you have an entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.muradongsumbrero.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.muradongsumbrero.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~toodles:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ oh! and if you have any nasty remarks about my fil blog, write it here in my original blog! i want to make a good impression on the teacher. bwahahaah! Put the good ones in the fil blog though. if i see any bad remarks there, i'm gonna wring your neck! bwahahaha:P BWAHAHA:D ..u know i'm kiddin'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113353420150446410?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113353420150446410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113353420150446410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113353420150446410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113353420150446410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/whole-new-blog-filipino-version.html' title='A Whole New Blog (Filipino Version)'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113353159363996492</id><published>2005-12-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:50:09.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What RAISSA really means (hm...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey! I found this thanks to Jorja's blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Reveler Administering Intense Stimulation and Sensual Affection" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/rose-f-RAISSA.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HOHOHO! What the...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;reveler&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;rev·el·er [révvələr]&lt;br /&gt;(n)&lt;br /&gt;somebody partying noisily: somebody enjoying a noisy party or celebration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;partygoer, roisterer, merrymaker, pleasure seeker, celebrator, carouser, party animal, drinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Microsoft® Encarta® Reference Library 2003. © 1993-2002 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ooooh!! see? I even learned a new word today. Isn't it great or what?! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113353159363996492?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113353159363996492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113353159363996492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113353159363996492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113353159363996492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-raissa-really-means-hm.html' title='What RAISSA really means (hm...)'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113282932047088750</id><published>2005-11-24T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:48:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Potter Syndrome (PPS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/1600/viktor%20krum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/320/viktor%20krum.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/1600/viktor%20krum.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know this might be a bit late but.. better late than never! :) Anyway, I just wanna say that I prefer Viktor Krum to Cedric Diggory! Cedric never did get my attention. Viktor did. whooooweee! :) but he does look stocky. so... &lt;em&gt;bawas pogi pts&lt;/em&gt;.. sorry =/ hyahahahahaa=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hehe..found this amusing. who would've thought wikipedia's not just for school research.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viktor_Krum"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viktor_Krum&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someday, i hope they'll put my name in there. I can see it now..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Raissa Lim. A noble young lady who got bonkers at 17 while studying math19. May the gods bless her brave young heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O, ano say niyo? bwahaha&lt;/span&gt;:P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;~paparapapaaaa:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113282932047088750?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113282932047088750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113282932047088750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113282932047088750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113282932047088750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-potter-syndrome-pps.html' title='Post-Potter Syndrome (PPS)'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113279839808710713</id><published>2005-11-24T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:16:42.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Goofball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I tell you, he's the worst prof i've ever had in my life! Ok. So that was an exaggeration. But still, he IS one of the worst. Let me put it this way, if math was made to be fun, then he's doing it the other way around. Hm..He could be one of the many reasons why people despise calculus. (i'm such a mean-o :P) Anyway, I think he belongs to the "terror teacher" category. Terror in a weird way. duhr. We're not terrified of him, more like terrified for our grades. :D He teaches terribly. I mean, he gives assignments every single day but we never even have time to tackle everything when we get to class. ARGH! hate him to the hundredth power!nyahaha. He looks pitiful though coz one time he went to class looking all sweaty and smelly. eew. i just made the smelly part up. :P I dunno. Maybe he's just finished his first class and had to travel from one bldg to another to get to our class. Bea saw him riding a bike last time, so wonder where all that sweat came from. It's not as if he was riding the bike for a whole hour. Anyway, here's something from the web. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Ace Calculus: The Streetwise Guide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pat saw this just now in Google. This should be a laugh. I could probably try this on the prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="SECTION00210000000000000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;How to deal with your Instructor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here are the basic rules of etiquette for successfully interacting with your instructor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Know your instructor's name. Many math instructors can't imagine that there is anyone else in your life of greater importance. Play to that. Use it to your advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Decide what title to use when addressing your instructor. This apparently delicate question of etiquette is easily solved by using gross flattery. Suppose that your instructor's last name is `Nerd' for example. Then call him Dr. Nerd. Even though their earnings will never approach those of their pre-med students, their egos are entranced by this distant link to the medical profession. If your instructor is female, call her Dr. Nerd. It is inexpressibly annoying to female professors to have students call them Ms. or Mrs. Nerd when they hear graduate students obsequiously addressed as Dr. Nerd. Be generous with titles. No matter what they say to the contrary, no instructor in any subject will ever be offended by use of the title `Doctor'. While this designation is inappropriate for graduate students, who have not yet completed their doctorates, they'll still be thrilled to pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Avoid rudeness. Remain polite at all times. You can be firm in seeking out explanations but do not be rude. Remember, your instructor ultimately determines your grade. Even the most idealistic professor, who would never let their personal dislike of a student affect that student's grade, may find that at the end of the semester, the student is dead center on the borderline between two grades. This is not a good time for your professor to remember that time you pointed out he was an incompetent goofball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but he is a goofball. So I think I'll call him that. Dr. Goofball. coz he is kinda goofy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you know, if things'll get any worse than this, i might as well do my last resort: RECITE! bwahahaha. And that's what I've been doing awhile ago during math class. That way he'll somehow feel my presence. Talk about spirits and poltergeists. :P By the end of this sem, you bet he'll know my name. Yeah..fat chance. As if he remembers any of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;here's the site on calculus:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.math.ucdavis.edu/~hass//Calculus/HTAC/excerpts/excerpts.html"&gt;http://www.math.ucdavis.edu/~hass//Calculus/HTAC/excerpts/excerpts.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;~current place: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;. Nerdy? nah. Just freshening up. It's one of the only places in school that has a top of the line, artificial air-emitting machine called the air conditioner. sweet. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;toodles:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113279839808710713?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113279839808710713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113279839808710713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113279839808710713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113279839808710713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/11/dr-goofball.html' title='Dr. Goofball'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-113094033930685497</id><published>2005-11-02T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:26:33.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Sembreak's definitely a long one, but I'm spending mine wisely! I don't find myself whining for the long sembreak to end because i love it! Apparently, I'm not being a couch potato, which is what i usually do during breaks. As of now, I've finished reading 5 books and I'm on my 6th one right now. I've done some shopping with my mom and sis, been to food bazaars during weekends and had lunch there, watched the entire Desperate Housewives series and am finishing off the last few episodes of csi las vegas. My mom and grandma's planning to change our entire bedroom (sis and mine's). Curtains, bedcovers and pillows, chairs, walls, everything. And I had the honor of choosing what designs and colors that I want. My sis wasn't able to help me with the choosing coz she still had school that time..:) I can't wait to see our new renovated room! Plus, Dad and Mom already bought the designs for the bedcover and curtains last week and the fabrics are going to be delivered soon! Hm..wonder when everything will be done..:D yey.. i love it! The color's going to be in neutrals and earth tones. There's oranges..and browns..yellows.. and greens. The room's absolutely going to brighten up after the change. I'm sure of it! weee:D I've done some cooking too during the sembreak with my mom. I helped her around things when my grandparents went abroad. OK, so maybe i spent sembreak somewhere around the vicinity and haven't gone abroad, but that's fine with me. I'm doing loads of stuff anyway that I surely won't be able to do when school starts again. And I'm having fun, right?:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-113094033930685497?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/113094033930685497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=113094033930685497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113094033930685497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/113094033930685497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/11/sembreak.html' title='Sembreak'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112955789225113966</id><published>2005-10-17T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:23:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quest for the Perfect Printer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i am so pissed with our printers at home. They are always not functioning when we need to use them! hm.. let's see.. i think this is already the 5th printer that we bought, or more than that i presume, because we always end up having a broken printer. Our printers never last more than a year or two. That's it. The longest that we've had is 2 years (4th printer), but for some strange reason, that 4th printer just failed us one faithful day. I remember that day quite vividly. It was a Monday morning. I had to wake up and print my literary paper for Lit because it was due that day. But lo and behold, the printer won't turn on! I tried every tactic I know just so the printer could work, but sad to say, I couldn't save it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AAAARRGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; and that was our longest running printer ever. Now we have to find a replacement.. sigh..good thing i was able to print my paper in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALLING OUT ALL RELIABLE PRINTERS. WE NEED ONE. PRONTO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You know, we've tried fixing those crappy printers and asking computer shops or service centers for help, but it's no use. Listen to this. Our 5th computer right now is having problems and it just won't print. Whatever I do, a box would always pop out and say that the cartridge is stalled. But it's NOT! A month ago, we decided to have it fixed at an HP Shop in Glorietta. But it was functioning well when we got there. When we got home, we decided to check and see if the printer's ok, but guess what, it's NOT! So this morning, my dad went to the HP service center in Makati and the same thing happens. it was ok when the technician turned on the printer, but when we got home,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tralalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AAARGH!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!%3@@!!**#(#$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;!%3@@!!**#(#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ! ! !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dad says that maybe there's a spirit inside the printer. He says that the printer's terrified that expert HP technicians might harm its insides, so it only breaks down when we're the ones using it. Yeah right. I think there's a jinx in our family against printers. But I still don't have a clue as to how i can remove that jinx. Talk about superstitions. Maybe we just have to keep on buying more and more printers until we all grow old and die of frustration. Ack. Hope not. :P Anyway, the last thing I need is a broken printer that can ruin my entire sembreak. Pray that it would get fixed immediately before 2nd sem starts, else i have to print all my papers in school which is rather expensive. 4 bucks per page, and that's only when it's printed in black and white. it would be way costlier if it's in color. 30 php i think..or more. There goes my allowance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112955789225113966?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112955789225113966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112955789225113966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112955789225113966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112955789225113966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/10/quest-for-perfect-printer.html' title='The Quest for the Perfect Printer'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112930229056496902</id><published>2005-10-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:12:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Family Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh I don't know what to say. I'm running out of words to write.:) Sembreak's finally arrived and it's barely starting yet. Problem is, I hope I don't get stuck at home. I wanna shop and buy new clothes! I wanna watch movies! 1st two on my list are: 40-yr-old Virgin and Corpse Bride ..which i doubt i could ever watch on theaters. I don't know who I can tag along to my movie craze PLUS! Mom&amp;Dad are seldom around. My sis could be willing to come with me, but I don't wanna drive all the way to Makati and wait for an empty parking space. Especially during afternoons, the chances of finding a parking space in the malls are like... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NONE.&lt;/span&gt; Unless you're really patient enough to wait for one.. and for which I'm not. :D The first time I drove to the parking lot inside the mall, I drove really fast. Dad kept saying, "Drive slow! Drive slow! Or else you won't find a parking space!" But the rebel in me got the best out of me, so.. you know what happens. I had to wait longer than usual coz we can't find any. :P But as I was saying, I don't prefer me driving, especially on a Sunday. I call Sunday my non-driving day! And I think it's my dad's turn to drive on the wheels. Okay, just kidding. I know it's unfair to him coz he also drives during weekdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wish my mom knew how to drive. She went to driving school twice, but I don't see any signs of improvement in her driving. I think she's nervous. I can sense her anxiety coz her hands would grip the steering wheel too tight and her mind is completely focused on the road. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;COMPLETELY FOCUSED ON THE ROAD&lt;/span&gt;--- meaning she wouldn't even try and talk to us.. she had this serious look on her face.. she wouldn't even laugh..or smile! I think this is partly dad's fault too cause he'd lose his temper and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SHOUT&lt;/span&gt; (something like AAAH! or Oh!) when mom's driving. Mommy then would get more nervous or angry and commit more and more mistakes.. which would make my dad &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVEN ANGRIER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! aaaargh! The never-ending "Drive-and-Blow-my-Head-Off" Game.. T_T Bah. I hate that. Maybe that's why mom stopped driving. Truth is, her driving also made me jittery cause, i hate to tell u this but, she's not really the best driver in the world. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prohibit&lt;/strong&gt; (!!!)&lt;/span&gt; you to hire her as a driver, unless you want to worry every damn minute while inside the car. Still, I love my mom. So whenever she asks me how her driving was, I'd quickly say, "It's okay. You're getting used to it. It just needs a little improvement!" ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112930229056496902?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112930229056496902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112930229056496902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112930229056496902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112930229056496902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-family-driving.html' title='Sunday Family Driving'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112918492551766902</id><published>2005-10-13T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:28:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hay nako&lt;/em&gt;. What's with the "Nice blog! Check out my site!" comments going around in here? Are they for real?! =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112918492551766902?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112918492551766902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112918492551766902' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112918492551766902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112918492551766902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/10/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112918370932607822</id><published>2005-10-13T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:12:11.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeaaah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;goodbye Finals Week! goodbye Hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thank you for making my sleepless nights horrible when I have no choice but to do my papers and type the many nights away until my fingers get sore from all the typing! Thank you for keeping me awake all night just to finish what I have to study for the test next day! Thanks for making my head ache! Thanks for giving me eyebags, now I look like a panda!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Thank you Thank you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I know you'll miss me but I surely won't miss you! I know you'll haunt me in my dreams because you need me, but I don't need you! So go away! I'll call you when I need you. Goodbye! Adios Amigo! :D See you next semester!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I hope you won't make me dread finals next sem! (which I know you will) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(-_-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am so weird. When I got home, the first thing that I did was picture myself using my celphone; Then I went inside my bedroom and danced like a crazy baloney with all the high kicks and stuff. I finally calmed down though and turned on the computer to check my ym and leave a post in my blog, which i am doing right now. The "hyperness" must come from all the caffeine that I drank awhile ago just to keep me awake (2 Nescafe Ice). I slept around 11:30 last night and woke up at 5 am just to beat the traffic because my fil test starts at 7:30. and Wow. I've never seen the North car park so empty... and so..spacey! WooOoWw.. i bet that's every blue-blooded-atenean-who-drives-a-car's dream --- to have his choice of parking space. weee! That sure was fun! I parked mine next to a Toyota just to be safe. You'll never know what will happen if you parked far away from the other cars. hihi. :) Garsh. I better get my daily dose of snooze. I deserve it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;:-P &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;tralalalalaalalalalalaalalalaalalalaalalalalaalaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;toodles again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112918370932607822?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112918370932607822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112918370932607822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112918370932607822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112918370932607822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-yeaaah.html' title='Oh yeaaah!'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112904223790809207</id><published>2005-10-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:56:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAWL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want finals week to end..i just hate it T_T I was planning on doing the extra-credit paper for Lit, but I don't think I'll be able to finish it tonight and it's due tomorrow...T_T sniff, I hate papers..goodbye extra points..goodbyeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;director:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;CUT! That's a wrap! Great job, Raissa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grabe ka naman, direk. Eh lagi naman talaga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "great job" &lt;em&gt;yung&lt;/em&gt; acting &lt;em&gt;ko noh&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...uhh.. what in the world's happening to me??? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o_O&lt;/span&gt; I feel restless. I need a break.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*inhale.exhale*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;remember, 2 more days. Just 2 more days to go!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"director and me"&lt;/span&gt; part's a fake. duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oOoO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm letting out all my frustrations and whatever emotions I have inside this blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;``&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ho-hum. i better go to sleep. Lit Finals tomorrow. Ö &lt;/span&gt;``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 more days.. just 2 more days!!! Ö&lt;/span&gt; weeee! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112904223790809207?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112904223790809207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112904223790809207' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112904223790809207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112904223790809207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/10/sembreak-countdown.html' title='Sembreak Countdown'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112891489278312606</id><published>2005-10-10T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:57:06.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*grumble..*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i knew it! i knew i shouldn't have slept that late! now i'm drowzy all over again.. :o i have to take a nap later before i study for my math. :D hey! guess what? i don't have to take my chem finals because i already got a B+ in my grade.. yey! **hugs for myself!!** &lt;em&gt;wala lang&lt;/em&gt;.. i'm just so proud of myself. I never thought I could get that high a grade for chem. I'm usually an average-grade kinda person when it comes to chemistry or any type of science subjects. yey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now all i'm worrying about is my filipino grade. hmph! I hate that professor! He looks like a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;bloated&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;insensitive&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;pig&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(hush now, u don't want me to spill out the name :P) He doesn't discuss the lessons and he wants us to guess the interpretation of the poems and stories on our own! How can we learn by that?! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT PIG!&lt;/span&gt;Good thing he was replaced by a nicer and more wholesome professor. Now I don't dread my filipino class that much! But still, my filipino grade's at stake. My advisory grade's a D, so i hope it won't turn into an F. Guess I have to do good in my fil finals this week! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, i'm now in school and i just finished passing my litpaper. I'm waiting for my friend Pat, who's taking her finals right now. Darn. Hope i don't get sleepy while driving home and I hope there's no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;traffic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyway, I think I have to go now! I still have to go someplace else&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112891489278312606?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112891489278312606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112891489278312606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112891489278312606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112891489278312606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112888019555396790</id><published>2005-10-10T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:43:30.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/1600/chris%20tiu%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/670/320/chris%20tiu%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; I know you're thinking of me, Chris Tiu. I know you are! don't deny it! haha&lt;br /&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/9290529-112888019555396790?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112888019555396790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112888019555396790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112888019555396790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112888019555396790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/10/hm.html' title='Hm...'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112887792675909734</id><published>2005-10-10T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:14:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Me up When Mid-October (Finals) Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hokay! i know i'm supposed to be sleeping right now because it's already way past my bedtime (erm..the time's 12:30 am. I can stay up longer but i promised someone to sleep early tonight. teehee.) It's been so LOOOONG since ive posted anything in my blog! argh..blame it on the papers and homeworks given in school. But not to worry, all my hardwork's going to be paid off after exactly.. 3 days! yey! (you little optimist, you!) sembreak officially starts on Friday (for me that is)! My sleeping cycle's been changed ever since loads of papers began piling up on my doorstep. Good thing I finished doing most of them before the deadline, so there's &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE TIME TO DO OTHER THINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (hm..what "other" things??) ! :D Anyway, like I was saying, my sleeping cycle has definitely changed. I sleep later than usual, (usually around 12 or much more later, which is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; unlike me) and it's hard for me to wake up every mornin'. When I get home from school, I'd feel sleepy then doze off a bit, then I'd wake up and notice that it's already dark outside! ARGH! i wasted my time sleeping, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just awhile ago around 2:30 pm, I told myself to take a short nap coz I'm feeling kinda sleepy again (i slept around 12:30 am last night). I woke up around 3:30 pm, checked my cellphone for some messages, then went back to sleep! When I woke up, it's already 5:30! (yaaaargh!) What's up with me?! It's as if I'm hibernating! hahaha! i swear i'm going back to my normal self this sembreak! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(*drumroll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ready for finale!!)&lt;/span&gt; This is why i'm still here posting in my blog. All that 3-hour nap made me wide awake. I hope I don't get sleepy tomorrow. I still have to go to school and pass my paper, then study for my math finals. Oh! and it's 1:00 am already, so i better get some shut eye! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~~**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODNIGHT TO EVERYONE...AND TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL AWAKE LIKE ME! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112887792675909734?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112887792675909734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112887792675909734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112887792675909734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112887792675909734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/10/wake-me-up-when-mid-october-finals.html' title='Wake Me up When Mid-October (Finals) Ends'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112254960770311542</id><published>2005-07-28T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T19:20:07.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i'm down. pfft... don't want to elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112254960770311542?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112254960770311542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112254960770311542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112254960770311542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112254960770311542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112246891566849546</id><published>2005-07-27T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:20:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Younger, Kiddier (?!) Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;waaaa... now what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know, I'm supposed to finish my paper for Lit because it's due on Friday..but guess what? I got distracted again! (by the computer, as usual..) What's happening to my will power these days? and just when i need it..=P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have to wake up really reaaaallly early tomorrow morning because our Fil class is going to be rescheduled to 7:30 am, instead of the usual 3:00 pm. Guess I'll be caught up in the Ateneo grade school and high school traffic..bummer. I'm remembering Arlegui check point back in the SJ days, where there would be one heck of a traffic jam(usually 7 am) in front of Malacanang because of the hundreds of cars getting pass the check point just to get the students inside school. Back then, it was our family driver who was busy shifting lanes just to get us pass the c.p. while i was happily studying my lessons for the notes that i didn't seem too eager to review the night before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;yey,traffic at check point! more time to review lishr and huawen (chinese subjects) for today's test! nyahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, it's a different story. I can't review my notes inside the car now, because..hello..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am the driver!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have to study all my lessons the day before ( unless i have really long breaks :D ) tsktsk.. the perks of having to drive on your own.. (good ones and bad ones included.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok..this may sound weird, but..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish I were a kid again!&lt;/span&gt; =D &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now that would be fun! ..but i don't wanna go backto nursery school. aaack..don't even ask. it's a traumatic experience all the way!! X( im a bad kid.. a crybaby more like it =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahaha. u know my wish back when i was still a kid?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's to be a grown up so that i can eat all the icecreams that i want!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bwahahaha! seriously! Now when i look back at it, i think it definitely sounds like a stupid, weird, kiddy-ish wish. but hey, that was cute..:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;im still cute.period.&lt;/span&gt; ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112246891566849546?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112246891566849546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112246891566849546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112246891566849546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112246891566849546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/07/younger-kiddier-days.html' title='Younger, Kiddier (?!) Days'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112246502017326362</id><published>2005-07-27T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:00:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;by: Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's hard to remember how it felt before&lt;br /&gt;Now I found the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Passes things, get more comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going right&lt;br /&gt;And after all the obstacles&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see you now with someone else&lt;br /&gt;And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to think it was impossible&lt;br /&gt;Now you call me by my new last name&lt;br /&gt;Memories seem like so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Time always kills the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Harbor Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;The dreaming days where the mess was made&lt;br /&gt;Look how all the kids have grown, ohWe have changed&lt;br /&gt;but we're still the same&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be happy for you&lt;br /&gt;If you can be happy for me&lt;br /&gt;Circles and triangles&lt;br /&gt;And now we're hanging out with your new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;So far from where we've been&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;C-cool, I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;song that got stuck in my head.. :)&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/9290529-112246502017326362?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112246502017326362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112246502017326362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112246502017326362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112246502017326362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/07/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112187443960163648</id><published>2005-07-20T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:21:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATHalino kba sa MATH?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh...the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paaiiin..!!!&lt;/span&gt; ...The pain in the head that is. (with matching hand gesture to the forehead..) :D&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's our long test in Math..aaaand..though I've reviewed every bit of topic that there is to review, i don't think I've reviewed enough..wah! Okay..maybe I shouldn't have opened the computer right now..but I can't help it! Besides, there's more time to study tomorrow coz test starts at 1:30 p.m. I have P.E. class tomorrow at 10:00-11:00 a.m. , so that leaves me with 2-2.5 more hours to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stuff everything inside my grey matter!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wuhoooo!! goodluck to me and block R4 and everyone else taking ma11 of section DD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(.......did i just type that????? ..freaky..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look at it this way: there's no more math11 next year..yey!! :D (uhh...because we'll be taking up math19 by then.. duh! :P ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;boo yah!!! :D&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112187443960163648?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112187443960163648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112187443960163648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112187443960163648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112187443960163648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/07/mathalino-kba-sa-math.html' title='MATHalino kba sa MATH?!!'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-112169596969586949</id><published>2005-07-18T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:33:18.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts and Rantings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gaaaah!! i still haven't watched fantastic four! huhuhu..talk about not being up-to-date.. i've watched War of the Worlds though..but ---&gt;&gt;(sigh..) i still want fantastic four!!. Erm..I'm not sure yet what to write..Time's fast.. it's July already! haha. Longtests are fast approaching for some of us.. gotta get ready! :D argh!! my computer's got virus againnn...and who else but me is too blame...i'll be dead meat if my parents find this out! Quick! Quick! Need to do something fast while they're not yet back home!! hahaaaa:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I just got my first longtest grade from chem.. it's 81 (or higher.. if she considers some of my corrections) bummer,man... my other blockmates scored higher than that! It goes to show that I'm not that good at science stuffs. I suck at chem..i hate analyzing..but chem lab's fun! we get to mix chemicals, measure things, etc. Today we made glue out of skimmed milk. (now i'll know what to do when i run out of elmer's glue inside the house..hahaha) then next time, we're making icecream!! And if you're not careful enough, you get the chance to burn a small part of your pants or shirt because of sulfuric acid. i told you it was fun.. hahah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ok..have to go now..i still have to fix my things for tomorrow.. arrividerci! (did i spell it right? haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-112169596969586949?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/112169596969586949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=112169596969586949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112169596969586949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/112169596969586949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-thoughts-and-rantings.html' title='My Thoughts and Rantings'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-111916637340838540</id><published>2005-06-19T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:32:53.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College in Ateneo is...</title><content type='html'>Fun! ...hm, so far :) I'm having a groovy time for the past few weeks! haha! You want to know why?  It's because I drive my own car.. (though it's a bit tiring esp. when the road's jammed with traffic... it's these times that I wish I had a driver back with me..) ..I have a nice sched...( which means more time to explore the world outside Ateneo..a.k.a. &lt;em&gt;LAKWATSA&lt;/em&gt; ) ...I have really nice blockmates...(R4!) ...and I have more freedom to go anywhere I want! (of course, with the consent of my parents..) The food in the cafeteria is also yummy yum yum! Lots of food to choose from! Unlike in SJCS, where the food they mostly sell there are junks. BUT! I'm not going to eat too much just because the food is good.. no way! I still have to maintain my diet.. =D  hm..Yeah..you can say that college life is treating me nicely so far.. but I'm not counting on that for the whole semester..sooner or later, im sure something stressful's comin up my way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.. but i also miss my highschool friends. Everytime I see them in parties or debuts, we'd talk a lot about what's going on in our new school..or we'd talk about anything and just end up laughing! (Aaah..the memories...) Sometimes, you just want to hug them and say,"hey, i've missed u!!"  High school was also fun..all the bonding and stuff.. but i guess it's finally over. Here enters college. College is another exciting part of life.. we have to face it whether we like it or not..we have to enjoy it just the way we enjoyed high school life! Learn new things and gain more friends!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tataaah!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-111916637340838540?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/111916637340838540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=111916637340838540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/111916637340838540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/111916637340838540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/06/college-in-ateneo-is.html' title='College in Ateneo is...'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-111547583135108256</id><published>2005-05-07T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:54:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday morning, we had the chance to go to Cauayan City, which is about 10 mins. from our town when riding a car. We had to go there because my mom had to go to the bank and my dad had to go someplace else. I, on the other hand, was busy inside the car searching for stores that sell &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sun Cellular24/7 Prepaid Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My load just expired a few days ago, so I need to load up again... (&lt;em&gt;hm...Sun addict talaga&lt;/em&gt;:) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...I never knew that searching for a single card could be so frustrating! All I could see in every store (sari-sari stores, etc..) were big poster ads of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heart Evangelista&lt;/span&gt; endorsing her &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Smart Pasa-load&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Geoff Eigenmann&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;endorsing&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Globe Automax Load&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cesar Montano&lt;/span&gt; with his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TM Load&lt;/span&gt;, but no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Jay-R with his cool Sun 24/7 Load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Argh!!! We went inside a school supplies store to photocopy something, and Mom kept on prodding me to ask the lady inside if they were selling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sun Prepaid Cards&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I knowingly told her that they were not selling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SPCs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then quickly pointed at the ads that were posted to the door, where I could see &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heart's&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Geoff's&lt;/span&gt; faces smiling back at me. It was official...I couldn't find&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Jay-R's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; face anywhere!!! Tough luck, girl! Better luck next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just as we were about to head home though, I saw this small cellphone shop which had a banner on top that read: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Selling cellphones, simcards, and different kinds of PREPAID CARDS&lt;/span&gt;. I went inside just to try my luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me: Miss, may &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kyo? Na prepaid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lady: Oo, anu gusto mo? ung 150?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me: Wala kyo ung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lady: Meron din. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me: May 350??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lady: 250 lang meron namin eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes!!! What a bargain! you seldom find &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P250 SPCs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Manila! Prices have gone up, and they usually sell it at 350 already! In the end, it was no surprise that I bought the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;250 SPC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And why shouldn't I? It was a hundred bucks cheaper! I went home happy that day, with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SPC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; inside my wallet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like they always say, "All's well that Ends Well!". haha:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-111547583135108256?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/111547583135108256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=111547583135108256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/111547583135108256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/111547583135108256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/05/searching-for-sun.html' title='Searching for the Sun'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-111521290242185848</id><published>2005-05-04T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:50:13.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Summer time is almost up and I'll be stuck here in Isabela for almost a month! hm..talk about nothing to do. My parents kept me busy by making me work inside the office..Atleast that would save me from utter boredom! If you think I'm stuck in a very primitive place, then you're wrong! Technology is slowly catching up in here.. so logging on into the internet and texting using ur cellphone is not a problem (no Sun cellular though..grrr!!! There goes my Globe monthly bill...)! Staying here in the province isn't that bad... my younger sis and I can freely do whatever we want because our nosey grandparents aren't around..(haha!) Also, we are lucky that we are not suffering from the summer heat, unlike others, (..haha!) because we are always in an AC-ed room...(and not an electric fan!!)!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The food here is also good.. not the usual chinese dishes that my grandma cooks for us back in Manila. There's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sopas..bopis..tilapia with tomatoes wrapped in banana leaves.. unlimited mangoes and buko juice..etc!&lt;/span&gt; yumyum! Our cook here cooks a mean dish of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;meatballs (bola-bola) and kikiam&lt;/span&gt;, which my sis positively adores (even my ama, who is an expert in cuisine, cant imitate the recipe)! Sometimes when we're already in Manila, my sis even requests my mom to bring us back some &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bolabola and kikiam&lt;/span&gt; because they're really yummy. Mom usually lets us try her new concoction of dishes when we're here &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(usually salads or pastas)&lt;/span&gt;. Today, she made &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gindara with pesto and toasted garlic on top&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;em&gt;SARAP TO THE MAX&lt;/em&gt;! My mom's definitely a great cook (even if she doesn't admit it.) ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haaay...&lt;/em&gt;so much to write yet so little time! I'm usually on the internet during night time because I'm not allowed to use the comp during mornings and afternoons.. (&lt;em&gt;working time kc&lt;/em&gt;..).. but I'm not complaining! Though the malls here are few and not all my favorite channels on tv are available, spending the vacation in Isabela made me enjoy the simple things that we have here..and it made me realize that life could still be happy even with just the simple little things around you! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Toodles! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-111521290242185848?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/111521290242185848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=111521290242185848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/111521290242185848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/111521290242185848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/05/isabela.html' title='Isabela'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-111184528802996100</id><published>2005-03-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:05:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaaaaah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well well well.. it has been quite a while,blog ol' friend. ..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 MONTHS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23 DAYS&lt;/span&gt; to be exact...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(intermission)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You Are Fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You're funny, quirky, cute, and sassy.Guys always have a great time with you, and that alone is sexy.You've got an upbeat, optimistic spirit that totally shines through.Any guy would be crazy to turn you down! &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/sexyquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/fun-sexy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahahahahhaa!!! yes....after 4 DAYS, i will officially become a SJCS graduate!!! (ahem. an alumna to be exact.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my holy week was a big BUM. i was stuck at home doing nothing but spend my time watching the telly (and there was absolutely nothin xciting to watch..), using the comp, and spending restless nights watching dvds with my family (talk about catching up wid the latest flicks..) *yawn* ........*blinkblink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WANNA GO TO THE BEACH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hm.... just before holy week, my dad had to go to this seminar in tagaytay so we tugged along with him and stayed at a nice hotel called Taal Vista Lodge or sumthing..(forgot the name..heehee..) Anyway..sounds familiar? ...The hotel was really COOL! i never knew tagaytay had those kind of hotels in its vicinity...Plus,their rooms were larger than the ones you see in the metro. The weather was cold so we didn't have to turn on the air conditioner that often. ....Though we didn't go sightseeing elsewhere and it was only an overnight, i'd say that the whole trip was fun and worth it! It was a nice experience...At least i spent that weekend with my family! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;weeeee! mom n dad bought me a new bag..! mwahahahahaha! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Your Inner Muse is Thalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You are most like this playful muse of comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about laughter to you, and you're a natural comic.&lt;br /&gt;You make people laugh until their sides split.&lt;br /&gt;And you're always up for some play time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatmuseareyouquiz"&gt;What Muse Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/thalia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-111184528802996100?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/111184528802996100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=111184528802996100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/zodiacpersonality/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/zodiacpersonality/results/aries.gif" width="300" height="200" border="0" alt="Discover your Zodiac Personality" vspace="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover your Zodiac Personality @ Quiz Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm a certified aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wahahahahahhahahahahahhaa...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-110474026429774323?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-110473662416707377</id><published>2005-01-03T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T15:36:08.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...candies...pies...and jack-o-lanterns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/candy/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/candy/results/gummibears.gif" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;discover what candy you are @ quiz me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pie/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pie/pecan.gif" width="300" height="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;find your inner PIE @ stvlive.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/jack-o-lantern/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/jack-o-lantern/results/grumpy.gif" width="320" height="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;discover your jack-o-lantern face @ quiz me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-110473383907526733</id><published>2005-01-03T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T15:01:39.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes, quizzes, and more quizes to come..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pointless/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pointless/results/51.gif" width="200" height="100" border="0" alt="The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-110473383907526733?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/110473383907526733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=110473383907526733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110473383907526733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110473383907526733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2005/01/quizzes-quizzes-and-more-quizes-to.html' title='quizzes, quizzes, and more quizes to come..'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-110407125003514362</id><published>2004-12-26T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:40:12.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Quizzes.. (sorrryyy!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;QUIZ RESULTS: HOW OLD DO YOU ACT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;0 - 12 POINTS: AWW, BABY! You act pretty young for a teen. People either think you're younger than your age, or they call you immature. You might want to try acting a bit more responsible. It's great to be a goofy kid, but there's a time to start growing up a little too. Hopefully you'll know when that time is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;13 - 20 POINTS: TOTALLY TEEN You act just right for being a teenager. You're not always the most mature, but you sure know how to have a good time! If you want people to treat you with more respect, try toning it down a little. But if you're having lots of fun, then party on! After all, you're only young once. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;21 OR MORE POINTS: ALL GROWN UP You are so mature! If it weren't for this whole school thing, you'd be living on your own already. Just make sure you're not missing out on some of the fun "immature" things that go along with being young. After all, life gets serious fast once you're an adult, and you won't have a second chance to go to prom or pep rallies in the real world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I got 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hmm... I know I shouldn't be answering these quizzes.. but i can't help it! (sorrryyy!!) I should have just did my&lt;br /&gt;assignments because i haven't even done one single assignment yet. NEWSFLASH:School is fast approaching!!! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;... I hate myself.. I lack self-discipline!! (hope my mom doesn't read this! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I, Raissa Lim, promise myself that I will start doing my assignments first thing in the morning! (that's what I said 2 days ago..hiiihihi)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-110407125003514362?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/110407125003514362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=110407125003514362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110407125003514362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110407125003514362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2004/12/more-quizzes-sorrryyy.html' title='More Quizzes.. (sorrryyy!!)'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-110406973992920210</id><published>2004-12-26T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:33:59.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*The Sleeper*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2750/640/sleeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2750/400/sleeper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's supposed to be me?&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-110406973992920210?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/110406973992920210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=110406973992920210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110406973992920210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110406973992920210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2004/12/sleeper.html' title='*The Sleeper*'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-110396988290642347</id><published>2004-12-25T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T18:42:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo session??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2750/640/usher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2750/400/usher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of USHER... (cool shot!) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-110396988290642347?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/110396988290642347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=110396988290642347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110396988290642347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110396988290642347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2004/12/photo-session.html' title='Photo session??'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-110396399686441705</id><published>2004-12-25T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T16:58:18.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color me AQUA... not GREEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="8" width="300" bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#006633"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#339900"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#66cc33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#33ff00"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#66cc33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You are a very calm and contemplative person. Others are drawn to your peaceful, nurturing nature.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #66cc33; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;argh... this is not true...of all the colors... why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;????! (barf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im going to take this quiz again! there's definitely something wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="8" width="300" bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#336666"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#339999"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#00cccc"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#00ffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AQUA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You enjoy life, humor, and being exuberant. Wherever you go you usually find yourself stealing the spotlight without even trying. You love to let go and have fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #339999; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that's more like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hohoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-110396399686441705?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/110396399686441705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=110396399686441705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110396399686441705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110396399686441705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2004/12/color-me-aqua-not-green.html' title='Color me AQUA... not GREEN!'/><author><name>...Assiar Mil...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00579666399840577378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e348/hiraissa/lashes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9290529.post-110396179675204859</id><published>2004-12-25T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T16:18:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me... really! </title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" border="3"  style="color:#0033ff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Skillful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sophisticated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adventurous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="&lt;a href=" method="post"&gt;Name'&gt;http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name&lt;/a&gt; / Username:&lt;input name="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get your name acronym!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Name&lt;/a&gt; Acronym Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yes, yes, yes.... ALL of these traits are..(ahem!).. TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responsible&lt;/strong&gt; (that's my middle name..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amorous&lt;/strong&gt; ( it means loving! .......... Am I smart or what?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innocent&lt;/strong&gt; (don't look at me.. the acronym generator wrote that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skillful&lt;/strong&gt; (duh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophisticated&lt;/strong&gt; (helllooo... who isn't?! :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adventurous&lt;/strong&gt; ( can't argue with that. i am really into adventures.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9290529-110396179675204859?l=pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/feeds/110396179675204859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9290529&amp;postID=110396179675204859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110396179675204859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9290529/posts/default/110396179675204859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkscrunchies.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-me-really.html' title='This is me... really! 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