<?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-5643250344521216031</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:19:24.274-07:00</updated><category term='exam'/><category term='paris hilton'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='geeks'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='academics'/><category term='friendster'/><category term='love'/><category term='food'/><category term='google'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>hOdGepOdGe</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/final.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-3571797320706273351</id><published>2008-12-31T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:17:00.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a toast to a new year</title><content type='html'>  &lt;font&gt;today is the last day of the year. &lt;br&gt; allow me to wallow in self pity and tears, for today, it would be the last.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2008&lt;/font&gt;. a lot has happened.&lt;br&gt;some are good, most are bad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;unfortunately, all that left a mark on my mind (and my heart) are the &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad things&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br&gt;and i can say, &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008 is not my year&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last quarter&lt;/font&gt; of the year is definitely the &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most painful&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br&gt;it's where i experienced something i thought wouldn't happen to me, something i was not even thinking of.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, here are the &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"unforgettables"&lt;/font&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i failed a major subject.&lt;/font&gt; and because of this, &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i lost my DOST scholarship.&lt;/font&gt; you may think it's not a big deal, but it is. this just means one thing - an additional year on my curriculum. in other words, i won't be graduating on 2010&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt; in a more common term (especially for eng'g people), im&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DELAYED.&lt;/font&gt; and oh, no more stipends for me. :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my digicam was stolen. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;'nuff said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my 5-year relationship has ended. &lt;/font&gt;this is probably the most painful i've ever experienced in my whole life. the person i least expected to hurt me was the one who made me cry the most. &lt;font&gt;i was cheated on&lt;/font&gt;. and it's only now that i announce it to the multiply world. why? because it's only now that i muster all the courage to let people know that i was the one who lost in a battle for two people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;life is harsh. and sometimes, it can be a backstabber. it hits you when you least expected it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and just like what happened to me, i didn't see it coming. i wasn't aware that it would happen. i wasn't ready.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2008 may be a year full of heartaches and tears, but there's one THING i realized. &lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WAS NEVER ALONE. BECAUSE GOD, MY FAMILY, AND MY FRIENDS ARE WITH ME ALL ALONG. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let's all leave our sorrows behind and look forward to a year free of heartaches and pains.&lt;br&gt; Everyone, let's welcome 2009 with a big smile on our faces!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; to the people who experienced break up this year, let's make 2009 a break through year! we can do this. we'll get what we truly deserve! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-3571797320706273351?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/3571797320706273351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=3571797320706273351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3571797320706273351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3571797320706273351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2008/12/toast-to-new-year.html' title='a toast to a new year'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-1475189220494667559</id><published>2008-12-20T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:52:04.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumapayat na 'ko! :D</title><content type='html'>Oh yes. You read it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my diet last August 30, 2008 and told myself that I'd be serious that time. I stopped eating rice since then! I went to Greenhills each morning to jog and to join the aerobics class. I was even more determined to lose weight because my sister said that she would give P5000 to the biggest loser (of pounds). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my picture taken last June 2008.  Gosh. That time I wasn't aware that I was this HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/SU0gXKMZLSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/43B7Clw1J9U/s1600-h/IMG+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/SU0gXKMZLSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/43B7Clw1J9U/s320/IMG+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281913520220876066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my latest photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/SU0hDFP6PDI/AAAAAAAAACE/N1BMp-L6tjs/s1600-h/IMG+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/SU0hDFP6PDI/AAAAAAAAACE/N1BMp-L6tjs/s320/IMG+400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281914274807692338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I lost 26 lbs already. I know I'm still fat. But not as big as before. And I can feel that I will receive P5000 this Christmas. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose 25 lbs more to achieve my target weight! Gosh, Christmas and New Year pa naman. Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-1475189220494667559?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/1475189220494667559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=1475189220494667559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1475189220494667559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1475189220494667559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2008/12/pumapayat-na-ko-d.html' title='Pumapayat na &apos;ko! :D'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/SU0gXKMZLSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/43B7Clw1J9U/s72-c/IMG+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-987656755603363004</id><published>2008-12-19T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:08:01.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a love letter to God</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want you to know that I'm doing fine. Lord, You are a powerful God. I can feel that your wonders are working on me now. You have lessened my pain. I hope that this pain will disappear soon.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to thank you Lord for giving me my family. They are your most wonderful gift to me. They have been very supportive of me since the day my whole world collapsed. They are the first ones to pick the pieces of my broken heart&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png"&gt;. They know everything, and they know what's right. If not for them, I don't know what will happen to me. Please continue showering them with so much blessings in life.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you Lord for providing me a support system that I call friends. You designed them in such a way that they won't get tired (right away!) of my "nalulungkot ako" texts&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;. Thank you for designing their shoulder in such a way that I can lean and cry on them. They are precious, and I hope that you bless them too.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I do still think about him a lot. There are still weak moments, but not like before (I used to cry a lot!)&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;. I'm not having nightmares about him anymore. Please, please, continue helping me. I want to be healed. I understand that it's a gradual process, but if you can hasten the recovery (I know You can because You are a great God), please do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lord, You know me more than anybody else does. You know what's inside my heart. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png"&gt;Do I still love him? or is it just my pride that is hurting? I really don't know. but I can feel inside my heart that I'm aching for him. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss him but there's nothing I can do about it. Lord, please comfort me. Please don't make me ache for him. Erase all my feelings for him. I know that my love for him has changed (just like what happened to his), but there's still a part of my heart that beats and longs for him. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want this heart of mine to beat just for You, while You haven't given me the person I will spend my lifetime with. I want to be Your princess for now. Please show me that I'm not really broken.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lord, if you can give me my one wish this Christmas, above anything else I want peace of mind and heart. I wish that when I wake up, the pain is no longer there. I wish that the time will finally come when I can just smile everytime I remember him. I want to feel happiness and not emptiness. I want to bring back the old me, happy, stress-free, worry-free. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please help me God. Fill my empty heart with your love. Everytime I'm afraid, comfort me. Whenever I want to feel him, embrace me. Show me your glory. Make me feel loved. Show me that I am special.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heal me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your princess,&lt;br&gt;Salve &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-987656755603363004?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/987656755603363004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=987656755603363004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/987656755603363004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/987656755603363004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-letter-to-god.html' title='a love letter to God'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-2809775781147738968</id><published>2008-07-17T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:48:54.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray for UP Singing Ambassadors! Hurray for Kuya Marlon!</title><content type='html'>UP SA, ang Galing Mo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations to the UP Singing Ambassadors for winning in the Chamber Choir and Folk Song Choir categories at the Llangollen International Musical Eisteddfod.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nice one, Kuya Marlon. Kitang kita ka talaga ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A) Chamber Choirs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. University of Philippines Singing Ambassadors, Philippines (92) &lt;p&gt;2. Camerata Lacunensis, Canary Islands (91)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Lirica, Belguim (85)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=4. Cywair, Wales (84)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=4. Choir of the Collegium Medicum, Poland (84)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Youth Capella Harmony, Russia (82)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Linkoping Cathedral Chamber Choir, Sweden (79)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Cantatrici, England (73)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;B) Folk Song Choirs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. University of the Philippines Singing Ambassadors, Philippines (179) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Camerata Lacunensis, Canary Islands (174)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Northern Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa (173)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=4. Sunday Night Singers, USA (170)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=4. Victoria Junior College Choir, Singapore (170)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=4. Christophorus - Kantorei, Germany (170)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=7. Palmdale High School Chamber Singers, USA (169)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=7. Anatoly Vocal Trio, Romania (169)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=7. Choir of the Collegium Medicum, Poland (169)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. Langsford Men’s Chorus, USA (166)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. Concert Choir - University of California, Irvine, USA (163)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. Choeur d’Arribat Availlais, France (157)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. Cantatrici, England (153)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can watch their videos &lt;a href="http://www.llangollen.tv/en/clip/108"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-2809775781147738968?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/2809775781147738968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=2809775781147738968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2809775781147738968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2809775781147738968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2008/07/hurray-for-up-singing-ambassadors.html' title='Hurray for UP Singing Ambassadors! Hurray for Kuya Marlon!'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-7430433691970042371</id><published>2008-04-03T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T02:26:52.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sentiments of a pissed groupmate</title><content type='html'>my sem ain't over yet.&lt;br /&gt;majors aren't finished yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still hate you for making me do these things.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for acting so intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for acting like a boss.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for texting me at 5 in the afternoon that i have to do this thing, finish it, and send it to you within this day.&lt;br /&gt;it's not so easy you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're 4 in a group. why can't the other two do that?!&lt;br /&gt;damn. they're already enjoying their vacations! why can't i do that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on. give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry for saying this, but i'm just so effin pissed off.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-7430433691970042371?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/7430433691970042371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=7430433691970042371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7430433691970042371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7430433691970042371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2008/04/sentiments-of-pissed-groupmate.html' title='sentiments of a pissed groupmate'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-430826313371393505</id><published>2008-03-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:31:18.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, i don't feel any pressure right now... Lol XD</title><content type='html'>boohooo! poor blog! it's only now that i get to update you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy this fast few months (as always!) on my studies. yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i finally convinced myself to be productive and moot. haha. it's not so me! but really, it helps. as of now, there are no signs of failing grades for me yet. and i guess my major subjects won't limit themselves to 2.75 or 3. i'm hoping for a 1 point something baby! well, except for econ, it's so my least favorite subject! i dunno, i always think i really don't have to study much much for that subject compared to others. yeah, that's why i end up neglecting it. but there's no effin' way i'm going to fail it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, it's only this academic year that i decided to be really s-e-r-i-o-u-s on my courses. i'm not saying i didn't care about it before. i did. it's just that i'm more serious now than ever. and it feels so good. it's really fulfilling to know that you can do something much more than you think you can. wooohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"salve, you really deserve a pat on the back!" -that's my conscience talking to me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, speaking of grades, have you watched Janina San Miguel answer Vivienne Tan's question on Bb. Pilipinas 2008 pageant? forgive me for saying this but i don't think she deserves to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this  17-year old make a fool of herself on national TV and laugh your ass off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvI0rPDV5XY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvI0rPDV5XY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golly. she should have answered the question in Filipino! she's the dumbest Bb. Pilipinas winner ever. she's pretty, but hey, is beauty really enough?! did the judges forget that this woman will be representing Philippines to the whole world? and quoting Ruffa Guttierez, "Pangit naman kung sabihan ang mga Pilipinang.. you know... hindi marunong sumagot di ba, hindi marunong mag english?!" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there are still seven months before her big event so i guess she has enough time to improve her speech and learn correct grammar. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-430826313371393505?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/430826313371393505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=430826313371393505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/430826313371393505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/430826313371393505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-i-dont-feel-any-pressure-right-now.html' title='No, i don&apos;t feel any pressure right now... Lol XD'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-2124617076443282948</id><published>2008-01-27T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T05:16:51.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i want to see the movie! i've read the novel and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to cecilia ahern (daughter of ireland's prime minister who authored the book). could you believe she was just 23 when she wrote this novel?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope hilary swank plays Holly's character well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been busy lately that's why i don't have the time to update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-2124617076443282948?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/2124617076443282948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=2124617076443282948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2124617076443282948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2124617076443282948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2008/01/ps-i-love-you.html' title='ps i love you'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-8955093293524163592</id><published>2008-01-23T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T04:32:27.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nominate Manila, Philippines for a space in Monopoly World Edition!</title><content type='html'> It's our time to be recognized!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Monopoly is building a limited edition world version of the famous game!&lt;br&gt;Nominate Manila, Philippines for a space in Monopoly World Ed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All you have to do is access this site: monopolyworldvote.com, sign up, nominate Manila, Philippines, and voila! You've just given Manila a chance to be included in the famous Monopoly game!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Spread the word! :D&lt;br&gt;(not the virus, lol)&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-8955093293524163592?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/8955093293524163592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=8955093293524163592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/8955093293524163592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/8955093293524163592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2008/01/nominate-manila-philippines-for-space.html' title='Nominate Manila, Philippines for a space in Monopoly World Edition!'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-3920422808797189577</id><published>2008-01-14T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:41:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my stupid mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; why is that whenever i'm angry everything wants to come out of my mouth? why is that my bloody mouth keeps on saying words i thought i could never ever say, words that can hurt the feelings of the person i deeply love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i hadn't said that to you.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could take back all the hurting words i told you.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could heal the wounds i caused you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;let me make it up to you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-3920422808797189577?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/3920422808797189577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=3920422808797189577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3920422808797189577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3920422808797189577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-stupid-mouth.html' title='my stupid mouth'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-925363883221889055</id><published>2007-12-14T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T03:12:29.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how bitchy can you get?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; I don't know what your problem is, but I bet it's hard to pronounce.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't understand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; All things being equal, you lose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you're feeling good, don't worry.  You'll get over it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I can only please one person each day.  Today is not your day.  Tomorrow isn't looking good either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Smile... Tomorrow will be worse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It's been lovely, but I have to scream now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either. Just leave me alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Thank you for not annoying me more than you do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Everyone is entitled to my opinion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; This land is your land.  This land is my land.  So stay on your land.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you explain so clearly that nobody can misunderstand, somebody will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A cynic is someone who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Never miss a good chance to shut up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I need not suffer in silence when I can still moan, whimper, and complain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Those of you who think you know everything are very annoying to those of us who do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Having control over myself is nearly as good as having control over others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'd like to help you out; which way did you come in?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; How can I miss you if you won't go away?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. This wasn't it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; From the moment I picked your book up to the moment I set it down, I  was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend to read it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I don't care who you are, what you drive, or where you'd rather be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm not cynical. I'm just experienced.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't hate yourself in the morning. Sleep till noon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail in the process.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You may pretend to dislike me, but deep down, you know you hate me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Well aren't you a waste of two billion years of evolution.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Well this day was a total waste of make-up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Sarcasm is just one more service I offer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Do they ever shut up on your planet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm not your type; I'm not inflatable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Well aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't worry. I forgot your name too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Aww, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You look like shit. Is that in style now?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Wait... I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I don't have an attitude problem, it's supposed to be this way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It's not that I'm antisocial, I'm just not friendly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Nothing is quite so annoying as to have someone go right on talking when you're interrupting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm sorry, do I resemble your therapist?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I think someone has to be listening to you for it to be an actual conversation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I don't care where you go, as long as you get lost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It is just you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I heard you, and so what if the world's ending at noon today, I can't chat with &lt;/li&gt; you until tomorrow. &lt;li&gt; I don't have an attitude; I have a personality you can't handle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I didn't say it was your fault. I said I was going to blame you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You laugh because I'm different; I laugh because you're all the same. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If I throw a stick, will you go away?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I didn't know regurgitated spam could talk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If brains were dynamite you wouldn't have enough to blow your nose." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If idiots could fly this place would be an airport.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A mind is a terrible thing to waste; I'm glad they didn't waste one on you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Next time you get the urge to think...don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm not antisocial. I just don't like people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Would you kindly shut your noise hole.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You have no idea how acutely depressing it is to realize we're from the  same species.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit" as said by those incapable  of its proper application and as such suffer from it a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It's not that I wish any harm to the guy, I'm just saying I could happily sit by while someone  knocks his head off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It's people like you who make the Internet all but impossible to trust.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Next time you wave, use all your fingers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Well, I was nearly killed three times, fell off a bridge and broke my jaw.�How was your day?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; On your way down the banister of life, may your ass collect tons of splinters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Are you renting the space in your head? It could be profitable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm sorry.. Am I poking holes in your self-esteem bucket?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Why don't you slip into something more comfortable...like a coma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I wonder what life would have been like if you had had enough oxygen at birth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Whatever it is that's eating you, it must be suffering horribly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-925363883221889055?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/925363883221889055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=925363883221889055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/925363883221889055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/925363883221889055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-bitchy-can-you-get.html' title='how bitchy can you get?'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-1986031384092810937</id><published>2007-11-15T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:36:40.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academics'/><title type='text'>Finally, I'm officially enrolled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm officially enrolled! Yeah baby, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the bad news is, I have classes on Saturdays (9-12)! That's the schedule of the newly opened section for IE 28. And guess what?! Maam KPST is not our professor and our class is not on Comp Lab! Can you imagine that? That's the only IE 28 class without computers! Well, we can't do anything about it. I guess I'm just not lucky this sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, because I have classes on Saturdays, I just canceled my CWTS class on Wednesdays. Who would want to go to school 6 days a week? Oh come on, give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I like my teachers this sem, though  I haven't met my IE 28 prof who goes by the name Federico Jose Rodriguez. Do you guys know him? I just hope he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maawain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahabagi&lt;/span&gt;n, and has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malambot na puso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of professors, my Econ 100.1 prof is none other than Mareng Winnie Monsod. I like her. Everytime she speaks I feel like I'm just watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Debate with Mare and Pare&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I just want the world to know that I'm already enrolled. LGIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-1986031384092810937?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/1986031384092810937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=1986031384092810937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1986031384092810937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1986031384092810937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-im-officially-enrolled.html' title='Finally, I&apos;m officially enrolled!'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-8824268224272652863</id><published>2007-11-08T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:40:15.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Tut's remains unveiled for the first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/RzMMp3Xt2YI/AAAAAAAAABE/YhhY4-Va85A/s1600-h/20071104__20071105_A2_ND05KINGTUT%7Ep1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/RzMMp3Xt2YI/AAAAAAAAABE/YhhY4-Va85A/s400/20071104__20071105_A2_ND05KINGTUT%7Ep1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130458313882720642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mummified remains of &lt;strong&gt;King Tut&lt;/strong&gt; were publicly shown in Egypt on Sunday for the first time in 3,000 years. The boy king’s body is now displayed to all the hundreds of tourists that visit his tomb in Luxor every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever wonder what he really looks like? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is he hot or not? lol :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-8824268224272652863?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/8824268224272652863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=8824268224272652863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/8824268224272652863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/8824268224272652863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/11/king-tuts-remains-unveiled-for-first.html' title='King Tut&apos;s remains unveiled for the first time'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/RzMMp3Xt2YI/AAAAAAAAABE/YhhY4-Va85A/s72-c/20071104__20071105_A2_ND05KINGTUT%7Ep1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-156928974614320301</id><published>2007-10-23T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:40:16.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on passing IE 27, being a book worm, and a lot more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, i would like everybody to know that i passed IE 27! Thank You, Lord! I was asking for a 3, but You gave me higher. You are so good to me, and I'm thanking You for that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who don't know what IE 27 is, let me give you a short description of this course: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IE 27 or Probability and Statistics for Industrial Engineering: Applications      of logic &amp;amp; probability in industrial engineering; random variables &amp;amp;      their functions, descriptive statistics, discrete &amp;amp; continuous probability      distributions &amp;amp; their applications. Sampling theory. Estimation &amp;amp;      tests of hypotheses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IE 27  is probably the hardest subject among 3rd year IE students in UP during the first term. Statistics shows that only  1/3 of the batch passes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;while the remaining 2/3 either fails or drops the course. What's actually so scary about it is the fact that once you fail, you  are already delayed for 1 year. Sad, but true. That's why i swore to God before that I wouldn't fail this. I also made a promise to myself that I would study very, very hard for me to pass it. And I'm glad I just did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean i have to bid adieu to random variables and probability theorems. So not. I still have to take IE 28 which is much, much harder than 27. Actually, I'm already scared now. Haha. But I know God is with me, and He'll help me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sembreak seems to be a little boring for me. I should have not removed Ragnarok from my pc. I'm planning to come back especially now that it's free. Yep, you heard it right. Ragnarok Online is now FREE to PLAY. I tried downloading the whole client through Limewire but SKYdsl is pretty slow. What pain in the ass! Argh. I'll just have to find a cd installer next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday we went to Gateway to find some Beverly Cleary books but we ended up buying Jean Ure's "Pumpkin Pie" &amp;amp; "Skinny Melon and Me", and Chloe Rayban's "Drama Queen". I already finished reading the first two and will start reading "Drama Queen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/Rx3dHqdZlFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/u3Z6cJJg0Go/s1600-h/pumpkin+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/Rx3dHqdZlFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/u3Z6cJJg0Go/s320/pumpkin+pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124495074743915602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I first read "Pumpkin Pie". What made me so interested in this book is the short description of the story on the back. It says there, "This is the story of a drop-dead gorgeous girl who has long blond hair and a          figure to die for... I wish! I am Pumpkin, and I am plump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenny (known as Pumpkin at home) is plump and this does not overly bother her until she and best friend Saffy decide to join a drama club. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There she is teased by some unpleasant girls, and when an over-the-hill actress turns up to talk to the club and makes a cruel remark about Jenny's weight, she is mortified. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This has the effect of making her binge eat more, encouraged by her chef father who is also a foodie. After Pumpkin has her picture taken for use on a book cover, she and Saffy discover the book is about a fat girl with learning difficulties. She is so horrified that this triggers a serious diet, with bouts of making herself sick when she has to eat. She is good at hiding the weight loss, but bulimia threatens, or even anorexia, and she becomes difficult.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Saffy fall out, and in the midst of her misery, she realises that Petal and Pip (her siblings) also have major problems. The three of them become supportive of each other for the first time, and their parents have to accept their part in their children's problems. Pumpkin learns to accept she will never be slim, but that she will control her eating and be happy with her body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I can say that I can relate. Weight is also my problem, just like Pumpkin.  Just like her, I lose my self esteem sometimes and look at myself as an ugly, plump bitch.  But then I realized, what's there to be sad about?! I mean, come on, nobody's perfect, and if I'm not like this then everyone would be jealous of me! Just kidding! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to love my body now, though I still like to lose more pounds, I'm beginning to accept the reality. That I'm like this, yeah, a bit on the plump side, but who cares? I'm beautiful (yuck), I can wear what I like to wear, and I can pull off clothes fashionably. And oh, bigger means there's more to love. There's more to explore, and more to adore. What's to be sad about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I still love to shed some baggages. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/Rx3kBadZlGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ys8qyzzBG14/s1600-h/skinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/Rx3kBadZlGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ys8qyzzBG14/s320/skinny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124502663951127650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading "Skinny Melon and Me" last night and I just couldn't stop reading. The story is not actually about Skinny Melon, but Cherry (the "me" in the title, lol). The title is a little misleading, since the story focuses more on Cherry's relationship with her family than on her friendship with Skinny Melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The story is about the British 11-year-old Cherry Waterton who is keeping a diary -- not because she wants to, but because her teacher tells her it will "clear out her cupboard." Cherry's cupboard is rather full these days: she's angry about her mother's marriage to picture-book illustrator Roland Butter and disgusted that they are having a baby. Roly tries to be nice, pushing rebus letters under Cherry's door, but Mrs. Butter is writing her own letters to a friend, detailing how miserable Cherry's behavior is making her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cherry's diary makes an interesting counterpoint to Roly's sweet, hopeful messages and Mrs. Butter's letters, which show her as suprisingly unaware and often unsupportive of her daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is really good. I love it. It is somehow the same as Beverly Cleary's "Dear Mr. Henshaw". (I haven't read that one, my sister just gave a glimpse of the story.) Readers, especially those who have experienced divorce and remarriage, will see something of themselves in Cherry, but parental fears and feelings will come more into focus as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's really fun deciphering Roly's messages to Cherry! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is. I guess I've written a lot. I'll be back once I finished reading "Drama Queen" and tell you guys how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-156928974614320301?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/156928974614320301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=156928974614320301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/156928974614320301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/156928974614320301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-passing-ie-27-being-book-worm-and.html' title='on passing IE 27, being a book worm, and a lot more'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNwWKSBOeOE/Rx3dHqdZlFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/u3Z6cJJg0Go/s72-c/pumpkin+pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-1966831182923480503</id><published>2007-10-18T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:07:07.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buhbye haggardness, see yah next sem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my first semester has officially ended. At last, after months  of haggardness and exhaustion, i now have the time to sit back and relax, and forget about everything related to academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is my most tiring semester ever. Imagine,  a load of 19 units (no GE's!), weekly exams, projects, presentations, and "god-give-me-enough-strength-to-face-these-problems" problems. Thank God I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the sem has ended, i'm planning to watch the whole Naruto series, and read fiction books. I had enough of Walpole and Myers, for crying out loud! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything more to say so i guess it's buhbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-1966831182923480503?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/1966831182923480503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=1966831182923480503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1966831182923480503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1966831182923480503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/10/buhbye-haggardness-see-yah-next-sem.html' title='buhbye haggardness, see yah next sem!'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-5070261537542876459</id><published>2007-10-13T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:07:05.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bago magreview ng IE 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;survey muna bago magreview sa ie 27 ;)) i believe i deserve a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;1. Best place to cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bed ;) para diretso tulog&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The thing you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;my hot pink ipod nano ;)&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Tell us your dream last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant remember ;))&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever hate someone so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The biggest &amp;amp; the most hurtful lie&lt;br /&gt;you heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't remember anything ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's the worst thing you've ever&lt;br /&gt;done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;" &gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;ewan haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wanna be someone else than yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah. beyonce ;)) i so love her!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever slap someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes. arthur. sa sobrang inis :c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;9. Last time u cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cant remember ;))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Biggest crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arthur ;)), rob thomas hehe&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last mall you went to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sm centerpoint &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last memorable song that you've heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get me bodied, haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Last person who hates you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;idk. haha&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Biggest lie you said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;madame ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What u wanna say to someone that u love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you so much. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/kiss.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;16. Who do u think is the most ambitious person u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secret! haha&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do u want to eat right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;none. sobrang busog na ko &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you EVER failed a subject at&lt;br /&gt;school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gusto mo sapak?!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;argh, idk. haha. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Honestly, who are you chatting online right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;none&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is it that you REALLY should be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;review. but i deserve a break! haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you brushed your teeth today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yep. haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who are your best friends in&lt;br /&gt;the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arthur &amp;amp; family&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/kiss.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who do you think is the hottest&lt;br /&gt;person alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Honestly, are you a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me thinks so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you really think going to school is important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oo naman. ;)&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What makes you happy most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arthur! haha cheesy&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Honestly, what makes you so sad about right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acads. stressful e.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Honestly, how old are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. woah.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Honestly, what song are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;none&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who do you want to meet/see at this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arthur haha keso again?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where do you like to be kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ui.. wholesome ako.. bastos ba iniisip mo?! haha..&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Honestly, do you hate someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Here's a kiss for you, my love!" alt=":blowkiss:" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" height="21" width="35" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes. kakai&amp;amp;maricar. haha &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;!-- --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-5070261537542876459?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/5070261537542876459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=5070261537542876459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/5070261537542876459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/5070261537542876459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/10/bago-magreview-ng-ie-27.html' title='bago magreview ng IE 27'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-728939292371128337</id><published>2007-10-11T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:26:41.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><title type='text'>sentiments ng puyat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sorry that it is only now that i get to update this blog. I was really busy this past few weeks due to the attack of exams, reports, and projects. Haha. I still have two remaining exams to take: Acctg1 on Saturday and IE27 on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please fast-forward the days. I want this bloody sem to end. I want to rest, to sleep for 12 hours straight. This sem is really stressful for me. Nineteen units of major plus other non-GE subjects is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap ng subjects ko ngayon. Lalo na yung IE 27. Less than 30% lang ang pumapasa every exam. What's sad about it is the fact that my professor won't curve kahit madaming mabababa. As what she had said, she wouldn't sacrifice quality with mercy. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my calculations, I need to get 60% on my 4th long exam and final exam to pass IE 27. The problem is, 60% is already hard to achieve! I hope God will give me enough strength and wisdom to answer everything on our final exam. That's our one last chance to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know He wouldn't fail me. I know I wouldn't fail this. I would graduate on time. That's a promise. So help me God. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pampalubag loob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina final presentation namin sa IE 31. Asteeg. Medyo nagkalat lang kame ng konti. Wala kasi si maeci. Yung dapat irereport niya napunta samin. Pero ok lang, at least natapos na. It was nice working with you guys! Thanks for your patience! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/IMG_1573.jpg" border="0" width="250" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/IMG_1645.jpg" border="0" width="250" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more pics please click &lt;a href="http://sugarspicesalve.multiply.com/photos/album/25/ie_31_final_presentation_pics"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;5 days to go before our 4th anniv! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-728939292371128337?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/728939292371128337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=728939292371128337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/728939292371128337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/728939292371128337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/10/sentiments-ng-puyat.html' title='sentiments ng puyat'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-1452747200968587558</id><published>2007-09-17T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T06:41:24.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the eff?! britney vs tyra?!</title><content type='html'>have you watched britney's vma performance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. it was such a mess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you gotta watch this video i found on youtube. it's freaking hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylPqlrBoyRY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylPqlrBoyRY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. belated happy birthday to me. ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-1452747200968587558?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/1452747200968587558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=1452747200968587558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1452747200968587558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1452747200968587558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-eff-britney-vs-tyra.html' title='what the eff?! britney vs tyra?!'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-6395208877373876129</id><published>2007-09-08T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:48:24.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>on birthdays and going home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now i can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;after a week of dreadful exams and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puyatans, &lt;/span&gt;i finally have the time to post something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week i'll be celebrating my 19th birthday. i'm a year older na naman. ohmygod. and then a year from now i'll say byebye to my teenage years na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling ko i'm not yet ready to be an adult.&lt;br /&gt;or am i just afraid to be an adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. maybe there are things that will always be hard to leave. like watching cartoons. or eating lots of candies 'till my tooth aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, i'm not the only person who gets through this. no one's exempted. everyone experiences this. so i guess there's nothing to be afraid of, just something to look forward to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ate deth will be going home na on wednesday. after five months of studying web designing in Okinawa, Japan, she'll finally come back to her real home.  our family, especially kuya mike and the kids, are really excited.  my, we so much miss her! plus, who won't be excited for her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padala&lt;/span&gt;? i'm looking forward to listening to my iPod na. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she wanted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinunot&lt;/span&gt; (stingray cooked in coconut milk), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adobong buto-buto, biko&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pancit &lt;/span&gt;so my mother will be cooking for her on thursday. i'll surely go home early on thursday! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i have a nice week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next exam: IE 21 on September 19, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-6395208877373876129?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/6395208877373876129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=6395208877373876129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/6395208877373876129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/6395208877373876129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-birthdays-and-going-home.html' title='on birthdays and going home'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-2124012151448961260</id><published>2007-09-03T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:00:15.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Professors' Quotable Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The aim of policy making is to invoke action! Because action speaks louder than words! You do not just say I love you. You say: If you love me, enter me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dr. Alfonso Pacquing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Class, next week na lang ung result saexam nyo. I am having a hard time checking it. I will seek first the divine guidance on what to do about it. Class dont worry about your grade. Let me worry about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-sir de jesus,envi sci 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(valentines day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano ba yan? Students ba kayo ng UP? Bakit ang bababa ng scores niyo? Siguro wala kayong date ngayong valentines kaya ganito kayo. Losers!!! When i was your age i had a date. Hindi ba naapektuhan ng UP FAIR euphoria ng grades niyo? Parang di kayo masaya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sabay matching tapon ng quizzes sa sahig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't record this. Go find a date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sabay walk out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Sir Doliente,BA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am: Many people believe that we, psychology graduates can read minds...(silence) Actually, we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: Weh.. Sample..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am: Right now, you think that I'm bluffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Ma'am Chei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't give surprise long exams. all exams are announced. Halimbawa, Class, mageexam tayo, NGAYON NA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Ma'am Chei (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The human body is 70% water. Kaya wala kayong kasaysayan lahat. Pag may kaaway ka, sabihin mo sa kanya, TUBIG KA LANG!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dr. Recio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo, nagpapaulan ako ng uno... baket? aanhin ko ba nun? di naman ako yayaman dun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Sir Atoy, histo I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(commenting on a thesis of a senior student)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yang thesis mo? .. Mamamatay ka!! Mamamatay ka!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Dr. Llanes, UPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nasa bandang gilid ang fallopian tube. Kaya kung gusto niyong magka-anak ng asawa niyo, dapat nakatagilid kayo habang gumagawa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Ma'am Meggie, Zoo 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last sem was the first time that I gave&lt;br /&gt;a grade of 5, and it felt good!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Prof Goldie, Comm II, circa 1998, first day of class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*icebreaker lang. dami kong exams ngayong week eh. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-2124012151448961260?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/2124012151448961260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=2124012151448961260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2124012151448961260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2124012151448961260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/09/up-professors-quotable-quotes.html' title='UP Professors&apos; Quotable Quotes'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-1765667480579089556</id><published>2007-08-24T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:33:31.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things i learned in ragnarok my mom should be proud of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"don't let academics interfere with your education."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this simply means that there is more to education than academics. and that's the reason why i just can't burrow my nose into my books and ignore what's happening outside the four corners of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share you five things i learned not in the academe, but in the virtual world - the world of Ragnarok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never judge anyone just by looking at their avatars.&lt;/span&gt; an avatar is just an image representing a user in a multi-user virtual reality space. it's just a representation, not the person itself. you can never tell the true importance of a person by just looking at their characters. there's more beyond to what their avatars are wearing. most of the time, online gamers tend to befriend players who are rich, for the reason that they wanted to be with the "in" peeps, or worse, they wanted to be showered with expensive things from their rich friends. on the other hand, shabby characters are often ridiculed - nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't be fooled.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;be a smart player. never trust other players easily. sometimes, players take advantage of other players. they befriend you, chat with you, talk about something about himself, and then he'll ask if he can borrow your headgear just to see if it'll look good on him. and at the blink of an eye, he suddenly disconnected himself into the game, and off went your precious headgear, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never fall in love.&lt;/span&gt; i know. it's really hard not to fall especially when his character looks so cute. it's ok to admire, but please, don't fall in love. you never know if you're falling for the real person or just his avatar. you'll just end up hurting each other. believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;consider the feelings of others.&lt;/span&gt; just because who you are talking to online are just avatars doesn't mean you won't consider their feelings anymore. dude, there's an umbilical cord between the player and his character. so if you think you're not hurting the person you're telling bad things to, think again. you never know, behind that strong character is a hurting person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendship is something to be treasured forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i guess this is the most important thing i learned - and something i will always be thankful for. heaven has brought me angels in the form of my guild mates. i guess they are the reason why i play RO. i'm really thankful that i found a family in ragnarok. i won't trade them for SGH or GTB or GR. if only they know it. my real treasure in ragnarok is not my +9 set or my precious headgears - but my guild, my Ronin family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ragnarok isn't just about killing monsters and leveling up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, when you're mom scolds you because you've been playing online games for 10 hours straight, talk to her and tell her these 5 things. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This post was written for the second week of &lt;a href="http://gmtristan.com/contest-gmtristancom-group-writing-project"&gt;GM Tristan's Group Writing Project&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-1765667480579089556?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/1765667480579089556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=1765667480579089556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1765667480579089556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1765667480579089556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-things-i-learned-in-ragnarok-my-mom.html' title='5 things i learned in ragnarok my mom should be proud of'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-3330714746252634336</id><published>2007-07-20T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T07:48:09.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>mozzarella or queso de bola?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;im telling you, this is going to be cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;i saw this video of homer and marge and i suddenly had the urge to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Utxrg2I5kW8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Utxrg2I5kW8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had arthur on my mind the whole time i was watching the vid. (cheesy!)&lt;br /&gt;we've been together for almost five years and i'm so glad that he's still there for me. even though we fight a lot, that doesn't mean we're not happy. we may not have the perfect relationship, but i'm glad that we learned to embrace each other's imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people say that high school romances don't last long. even our teachers before told us that we should not get serious. i just shrugged my shoulders. i just told myself "this too, shall pass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it did. highschool ended but our romance did not. :D im so glad i didn't listen to them. other couples from highschool broke up, but we kept our relationship united. although there are a lot of problems  that hit our relationship, we decided to stay beside each other and conquer them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been asking us what our secret is in keeping the relationship alive. but we don't have a definite answer to that. even the two of us can't believe we're still together. we fight almost everyday because of simple things. but the good thing is, we always make sure we fix things first before the day ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another good thing is that we're each other's best friend. we sure know whenever the other has something to say but couldn't, whenever the other has a problem, or not in the mood. i guess that's one ingredient in a happy relationship -  being good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between the two of us, he's the stronger. i always talk a lot, but he's usually silent during fights. i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maarte&lt;/span&gt;, he's simple. i'm a big spender, he's thrifty. i hate veggies, while he can live without meat. and the "opposite" list goes on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, opposites do attract! just like charges and poles. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one thing i really love about arthur, he's as sweet as candy. :D&lt;br /&gt;he always makes me feel im special.&lt;br /&gt;he tells me im beautiful any weight i am.&lt;br /&gt;he always takes care of me.&lt;br /&gt;he stays up late just to text me, and wakes up early to be the first to greet me good morning.&lt;br /&gt;he always holds my hand when we walk, and gets it again whenever i let go.&lt;br /&gt;he combs my hair whenever i don't feel like fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;he ties my shoestrings for me.&lt;br /&gt;he hugs me when i cry.&lt;br /&gt;he never fails to make me laugh at his corny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;he reminds me that God is always there for me when he's not beside me.&lt;br /&gt;he tells me to obey my parents.&lt;br /&gt;he patiently listens to my never-ending nonsense stories.&lt;br /&gt;he shows me how beautiful life is.&lt;br /&gt;and a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm one lucky girl, am i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, he sent me a message that almost melted my heart.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beh.. thanks sa lahat.. kaw na lang nakakaintindi sakin&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that he has a lot of problems, and i feel that i'm an additional burden to his life. but i was wrong, and i felt so much happy when he let me know i'm actually making the situation easier for him. *teary eyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah! can i get any cheesier than i am right now?! i don't want to sound like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patay na patay&lt;/span&gt;.. but that's how i feel. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting too embarrassing. haha! enough of this cheesy topics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a cheeseball.&lt;br /&gt;mozzarella or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;queso de bola&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-3330714746252634336?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/3330714746252634336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=3330714746252634336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3330714746252634336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3330714746252634336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/07/mozzarella-or-queso-de-bola.html' title='mozzarella or queso de bola?'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-602804397709478413</id><published>2007-07-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:32:23.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeks'/><title type='text'>i wanna be a googler!</title><content type='html'>find out why here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/magazines/fortune/bestcompanies/2007/snapshots/1.html"&gt;Google, My Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All this time, I thought that the reason why Google Company is the No. 1 company to work for is the fact that they provide the best search engine ever. But after reading the article, I realized that it was not the only reason why Google is the best. There’s more beyond to what they provide to users. It’s with the company’s culture that made a million people apply there yearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many, Google is the best place to work for. Everything an employee needs is already there. Employees have fun while they work. It’s really no wonder why there is a tight competition between applicants that wanted to be a part of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can you find a company that has a swimming pool, workout room with weights and rowing machine, locker rooms, washers and dryers, massage room, assorted video games, baby grand piano, pool table, and other recreation facilities? Not only that, the company also provides healthy lunches and dinners for all staff – all for free. Google is the dream company of every employee indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, being accepted to the company is very much hard. The best and the most intelligent people are the ones who are accepted. Google is a collection of really smart people who are almost frighteningly single-minded. It sure knows how to make geeks feel good about being geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being a part of the No. 1 company is not that easy. With all that benefits Google is providing its employees, a lot is also expected from them. Another thing is that, I think a person working at Google will find it hard to divide his time between work and family. Of course, once a person is already in Google, and enjoying the fun of working there, he’ll find it difficult to leave the office and spend time with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe Google Company is the company I wanted to work for in the future. If I know that I can balance everything (working, having fun, spending time with family, and sleeping!), then I guess Google Company is the one for me. With all that free food, recreation activities, high salary (although it is not stated in the article how much an employee receives), and the thought that I’m working with the best and the most intelligent people in the world, Google is definitely the best company to work for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is if i get accepted - which is very much impossible. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, dream on, salve! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-602804397709478413?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/602804397709478413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=602804397709478413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/602804397709478413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/602804397709478413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanna-be-googler.html' title='i wanna be a googler!'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-7412732782044478327</id><published>2007-07-14T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T08:25:50.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><title type='text'>pissed off</title><content type='html'>i so fukcin hate friendster right now. i can't see my photos and every one else's photos, too! goodness. it all started when they put a background image on their homepage. since then, all i could see are boxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/firefox.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh. i already tried accessing friendster in opera and internet explorer. but they're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/opera.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet explorer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/ie.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-7412732782044478327?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/7412732782044478327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=7412732782044478327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7412732782044478327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7412732782044478327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/07/pissed.html' title='pissed off'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-9085060382333137843</id><published>2007-07-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:41:32.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fake friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a week ago, i deleted 350+ people on my friend's list on friendster. whew! it took me an hour to do that! that's half of what i got on my list the day before i did that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason? i don't know them. i'm a stranger to them, and so are they to me. i can't even tell their names just by looking at their photos. reading the "about me" portion on their profiles is not enough for me to know them. i guess that's not enough for me to consider them as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. that was so childish of me to approve and add everyone on friendster! that was so highschool!! i dunno. i only thought of having a lot of friends - so there i was approving every friend request i got from people i hardly even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why it was only now that i got to realize that  i was sharing a lot of things i should not be sharing with people i don't know. although my profile is restricted to my friends only, i guess it was still an "open book" because i had so many friends that were "really not my friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would i do to 700+ friends who would not be there when i need them, to people who wouldn't even bother to read my bulletin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm contented with my 365 friends whom i know will reply to my messages, read my bulletin, care to give me a testimonial, and will help me when the time comes i need their help. if you're one of those people i have on my friend's list, thanks for being a friend. you are loved by me. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those people i deleted, i know you didn't even notice it! well, i'm sorry i have to delete you, you have to understand that i need privacy too. i don't need fake friends on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've changed a lot. i'm not "so highschool" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-9085060382333137843?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/9085060382333137843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=9085060382333137843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/9085060382333137843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/9085060382333137843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/07/fake-friends.html' title='fake friends'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-576293971754643626</id><published>2007-07-10T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:55:45.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months later..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. They loaded up in Jack's mini van and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night. "I realize its terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," she explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house." "Don't worry," Jack said. "We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light." The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, "Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out. "I have to admit that I did." "And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob's face turned red and he said, "Yeah, sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did. Why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She just died and left me everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-576293971754643626?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/576293971754643626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=576293971754643626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/576293971754643626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/576293971754643626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/07/9-months-later.html' title='9 months later..'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-3353118365366901227</id><published>2007-07-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:47:17.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris hilton'/><title type='text'>busy.</title><content type='html'>i'm über busy this week so i can't find time to update my blog. sorry! (as if people will mind! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a class today but i have an exam on es 21 later.. good luck to me! anyway, i stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://ograbmi.blogspot.com/"&gt;nori's blog&lt;/a&gt; and i found a nice video there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k66epna2Sss"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k66epna2Sss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-3353118365366901227?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/3353118365366901227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=3353118365366901227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3353118365366901227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3353118365366901227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy.html' title='busy.'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-2777078983519935436</id><published>2007-06-29T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:05:59.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once a Ronin, forever a Ronin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my neurons are not working well. forgive me if i put nonsense things here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't posted anything about what i've been doing recently.  i don't know. i guess i'm just not in the mood to put 'em here, and i'm too lazy to write insignificant things - things i know you guys won't mind reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the school has started, my life suddenly changed. i dropped ragnarok for good. it was really hard for me to do this. i've been playing RO since 3rd year high school, and it had become a part of my life. my day isn't complete without me checking my characters, without me chatting with my guild mates about anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really hard for me to do this. but i have to. i need to prioritize other things. i'm on my 3rd year now, and i guess it will be hard for me if i don't have my focus on my studies. another reason is that, some players are greedy. the game is no longer fair. people deceive other people to get the things they want. i dunno. i just realized that i don't wanna be a part of a "world" that has no justice. i want a fair play, that's all. and if they can't give it to me, then i have to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day isn't enough for me to tell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learned&lt;/span&gt; in ragnarok. but anyway, i'll still put a couple of things i've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i've learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never judge anyone just by looking at their avatars.&lt;/span&gt; an avatar is just an image representing a user in a multi-user virtual reality space. it's just a representation, not the person itself. you can never tell the true importance of a person by just looking at their characters. there's more beyond to what their avatars are wearing. most of the time, online gamers tend to befriend players who are rich, for the reason that they wanted to be with the "in" peeps, or worse, they wanted to be showered with expensive things from their rich friends. on the other hand, shabby characters are often ridiculed - nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't be fooled.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;be a smart player. never trust other players easily. sometimes, players take advantage of other players. they befriend you, chat with you, talk about something about himself, and then he'll ask if he can borrow your headgear just to see if it'll look good on him. and at the blink of an eye, he suddenly disconnected himself into the game, and off went your precious headgear, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never fall in love.&lt;/span&gt; i know. it's really hard not to fall especially when his character looks so cute. it's ok to admire, but please, don't fall in love. you never know if you're falling for the real person or just his avatar. you'll just end up hurting each other. believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;consider the feelings of others.&lt;/span&gt; just because who you are talking to online are just avatars doesn't mean you won't consider their feelings anymore. dude, there's an umbilical cord between the player and his character. so if you think you're not hurting the person you're telling bad things to, think again. you never know, behind that strong character is a hurting person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendship is something to be treasured forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i guess this is the most important thing i learned - and something i will always be thankful for. heaven has brought me angels in the form of my guild mates. i guess they are the reason why i play RO. i'm really thankful that i found a family in ragnarok. i won't trade them for SGH or GTB or GR. if only they know it. my real treasure in ragnarok is not my +9 set or my precious headgears - but my guild, my Ronin family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/R.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ronin - we're not just a guild, we're a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;once a Ronin, forever a Ronin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys! you're always here. *pokes at the chest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5643250344521216031-2777078983519935436?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/2777078983519935436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=2777078983519935436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2777078983519935436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2777078983519935436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/06/once-ronin-forever-ronin.html' title='once a Ronin, forever a Ronin.'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-8419941711832716462</id><published>2007-06-25T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T05:23:04.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a post worth reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Death is certain but the Bible speaks about untimely death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is written in the Bible (Galatians 6:7):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be not deceived; God is not mocked:&lt;br /&gt;For whatsoever a man soweth,&lt;br /&gt;That shall he also reap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some men and women who mocked God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Lennon (Singer):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/jlennon.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years before, during his interview with an American Magazine, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have to argue about that. I am certain. Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple. Today we are more famous than Him" (1966).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tancredo Neves (President of Brazil):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/tancredo-neves-02.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000 votes from his party, not even God would remove him from Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day before being made President, then he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cazuza (Bi-sexual Brazilian composer, singer and poet):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/CAZUZA.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During A show in Canecio ( Rio deJaneiro), while smoking his cigarette, he puffed out some smoke into the air and said: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"God, that's for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a horrible manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomas Andrews (the man who built the Titanic):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/andrews.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how safe the Titanic would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an ironic tone he said: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Not even God can sink it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result: I think you all know what happened to the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe (Actress):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/MarilynMonroe.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show. He said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to her. After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she said: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't need your Jesus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, she was found dead in her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bon Scott (Singer):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/bonscott1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't stop me, I'm going down all the way, down the highway to hell".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he had been choked by his own vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Campinas (2005):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Campinas, Brazil a group of friends, drunk, went to pick up a friend. The mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried about the drunkenness of her friends and she said to the daughter holding her hand, who was already seated in the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Daughter, Go With God And May He Protect You.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Only if He (God) travels in the trunk, cause inside here, it's already full."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a fatal accident, everyone had died,&lt;br /&gt;the car could not be recognized what type of car it had been, but surprisingly, the trunk was intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police said there was no way the trunk could have remained intact. To their surprise, inside the trunk was a crate of eggs, none were broken .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine Hewitt (Jamaican Journalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and entertainer)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/ChristineHewitt31353.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said that the Bible (Word of God) was the worst book ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June 2006 she was found burnt beyond recognition in her motor vehicle .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many more important people have forgotten that there is no other name that was given so much authority as the name of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many have died, but only Jesus died and rose again, and he is still alive .&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/5643250344521216031-8419941711832716462?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/8419941711832716462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=8419941711832716462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/8419941711832716462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/8419941711832716462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-worth-reading.html' title='a post worth reading'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-671770497698890587</id><published>2007-06-10T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T07:13:52.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang saya saya. ;))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;finally. i was able to get rid of that fukcing trojan vundo. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVG and AdAware couldn't detect it. Trend Micro couldn't quarantine it. I also tried scanning in safe mode but still nothing happened. I tried deleting the file ljjjihh.dll but i couldn't. I was really frustrated.  I so much wanted to get rid of that trojan  so i googled it and found ways to delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many ways to quarantine vundo but i chose the simplest one. i downloaded VundoFix and scanned my pc for possible sources of vundo. after a couple of minutes, VundoFix detected 7 files infected by trojan vundo and deleted it. yeye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asteeg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-671770497698890587?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/671770497698890587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=671770497698890587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/671770497698890587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/671770497698890587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/06/ang-saya-saya.html' title='ang saya saya. ;))'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-7722673632947201309</id><published>2007-06-04T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:59:17.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;press play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pbGhiCvgbz/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pbGhiCvgbz/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waking up to find another day&lt;br /&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;br /&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when I think&lt;br /&gt;When I let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;It's all over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You've got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to know I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose the love I've found&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair how you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be complete, can you give me more?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp;amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, you know what I need&lt;br /&gt;Save all your love up for me&lt;br /&gt;We can't escape the love&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Give you everything)&lt;br /&gt;(Give you all of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-7722673632947201309?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/7722673632947201309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=7722673632947201309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7722673632947201309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7722673632947201309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-in-morning.html' title='4 in the morning'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-192207030606125546</id><published>2007-06-02T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:00:05.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am cinderella.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh gawd. seems like my happy days are over. in a few days i'll be back to school again. i haven't got enough rest because summer class just ended. this is the most tiring summer ever. i didn't even get the chance to go to the beach and unwind. no beaches, no summer sunshine, no flipflops, no sand on my feet. only physics book 3 inches thick, scratch papers, and endless review over cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only I had a fairy godmother, I'll ask for another week of relaxation. a week i can call "true summer vacation" in a place away from a busy life and away from the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i need to get away from the city! i need to get away from work! i need to get away from the city! i need to get away! gotta get away! i just wanna be on the beach.. SUNBURN!" *me singing on the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough of the beaches and wishes! the next best thing to a white sand beach is a halo-halo served with lotsa milk. sige na. kahit yun na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me and arthur are finally ok. goodness. 3 days of not talking to each other is torture. haaay. i promised him that no matter how fed up and carried away am i in a fight, i will never ever suggest break up again. peace, beb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what made my day today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this cute "mini-me south park character" from kuya chi. he made this out of boredom. haha. ako daw to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/atebeh.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/shades3-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;see the resemblance? hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, ciccio-kun for this. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i stumbled upon GM Tristan's blog about &lt;a href="http://www.gmtristan.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmtristan.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philippine Online Games, MMORPG, Level Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmtristan.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and look at what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infotech is giving away an &lt;a href="http://gmtristan.com/contest-win-an-authographed-ro-ultimate-game-guide/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;authographed copy of the Ragnarok Ultimate Game Guide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/ugg2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;isn't that so cool? i hope i win this one!&lt;br /&gt;(sana may in-game items din! please! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puhleeze &lt;a href="http://gmtristan.com/"&gt;GM Tristan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmtristan.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; be my fairy godfather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-192207030606125546?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/192207030606125546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=192207030606125546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/192207030606125546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/192207030606125546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-cinderella.html' title='i am cinderella.'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-2533886851223090533</id><published>2007-05-30T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T02:48:23.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my stupid mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i made you cry. I'm sorry if I'm like this. I'm sorry for saying things I'm not supposed to say. I'm sorry that i caused the fight. I'm sorry for not letting you know and feel how much i love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please remember this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind my stupid mouth, there is a voice that keeps on saying "Never let me go.. I can't do this without you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-2533886851223090533?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/2533886851223090533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=2533886851223090533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2533886851223090533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2533886851223090533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-stupid-mouth.html' title='my stupid mouth'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-2525542801244820111</id><published>2007-05-24T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T07:35:52.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yey!! finally, summer class is over for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a 1 in physics 72.1 (thanks a bunch sir ck! you're the best!). wala pang grade sa physics 72. :)) kakatapos lang ng final exam kanina! i got a 1.5 in social dance. not bad, though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy na ko dun. sobrang happy naman ang PE ko ngayon. sobrang mamimiss ko lahat ng classmates ko.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my SD classmates:&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys! thanks for giving me the best PE ever! hope to see you again somewhere in UP!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/IMG_5975.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mam kimpo and mam aguilar - showdown at Kublai's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 64% Pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/pure-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty pure, and you have no plans on changing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do have a devilish side though... and it will probably get the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/"&gt;The 100 Question Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#98FB98;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 50% Weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EAEAEA;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Sprinkled Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/sprinkled-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flamboyant and flashy, you're easily distracted by shiny things.&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely a snazzy number, and you usually catch everyone's eye in the room.&lt;br /&gt;And you've got the goods to back it up your colorful image.&lt;br /&gt;(Though too much of you gives people a stomach ache!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 62% Evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Banana Split&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsundaeareyouquiz/sundae-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruity, flavorful, and diverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can beat a true superstar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsundaeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sundae Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-2525542801244820111?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/2525542801244820111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=2525542801244820111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2525542801244820111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2525542801244820111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-is-over.html' title='summer is over...'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-3109698644090664058</id><published>2007-05-14T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T03:26:24.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on voting and watching</title><content type='html'>today i had made one of the hardest decisions in my life.&lt;br /&gt;today i felt like i am really a part of this society, that i am existing, and that i am no longer a CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i practiced my right and my obligation to VOTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/Image826.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything felt good.&lt;br /&gt;well, except for that blob of ink on my nail. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choosing the right people to vote for is as hard as answering a physics long exam.&lt;br /&gt;it's as scary because your future depends on the name you're  gonna write on the ballot.&lt;br /&gt;just like an exam, there are always right or wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;but you'll only realize whether you've answered  right or wrong after six years - after the person you voted for has finished his term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i made the right choice. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched "grave of the fireflies" at home. the movie was really good. i suggest you watch it. but make sure you have your tissues right there with you, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/gotf.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grave of the Fireflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking place toward the end of World War II in Japan, Grave of the Fireflies is the poignant tale of the relationship between two orphaned children, Seita and his younger sister Setsuko. The children lost their mother in the firebombing of Kobe, and their father in service to the Imperial Japanese Navy, and as a result they are forced to try to survive amidst widespread famine and the callous indifference of their countrymen (some of whom are their own extended family members). Setsuko eventually dies from malnutrition, and the graphic nature of suffering and death is uniquely harrowing in the annals of anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am loving classic animations now. especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hayao miyazaki&lt;/span&gt;'s works. i'm glad i saw that dvd (collection of hayao miyazaki's works). *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for now. it's time to hibernate again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-3109698644090664058?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/3109698644090664058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=3109698644090664058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3109698644090664058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3109698644090664058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-felt-like-sunday.html' title='on voting and watching'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-2275735744008979651</id><published>2007-05-09T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T05:38:14.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boogie woogie</title><content type='html'>damn.&lt;br /&gt;the exam was unbearably distressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumakit yung batok ko.&lt;br /&gt;dumugo ilong ko.&lt;br /&gt;and my neurons?&lt;br /&gt;stretched by a factor of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the direction of any magnetic induction effect is to oppose the cause of the effect. -Lenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang buhay lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, tapos na ung 2 exams. 2 na lang! (3rd long exam and finals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang enjoy yung PE ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booogie na!Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-2275735744008979651?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/2275735744008979651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=2275735744008979651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2275735744008979651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2275735744008979651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/05/boogie-woogie.html' title='boogie woogie'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-7495828491452583002</id><published>2007-04-25T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:55:17.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sinusoidal steady-state analysis</title><content type='html'>woohoo. i got the highest score at today's physics quiz (circuit analysis). *grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. 'twas only a quiz. but our quiz here in UP might be your final exams already.&lt;br /&gt;just kidding :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love circuit analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even before, when i was still in EEE, i already enjoyed it. solving for unknowns in a given circuit, finding voltages &amp;amp; currents by using kirchhhoff's laws, and simplfying a given circuit were really interesting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that i'm really good at it. in fact, i even flunked exams in EEE33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i enjoyed it. but i still flunked exams.&lt;br /&gt;that's how difficult EEE is.&lt;br /&gt;that time, facing sinusoidal steady state analysis, transient, thevenin's theorem, phasor diagrams, network reduction felt like I'm facing death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try this: (EEE peeps, I know you can do this.Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/untitled1234.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sucked on this big time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all hands up to those who passed all their EEE subjects, to those who got 1 point something grades on these über hard subjects, and to those who stick to their chosen career no matter how many 5's they get. you guys are so amazing. good luck to succeeding years of facing more complex circuits. i know you can do it! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in EEE, circuit analysis is just basic. a stepping stone to a more difficult subjects. i dunno why. but it's just so.. so difficult. a grade of 5 on any EEE subject could make someone's life miserable. i'm not exaggerating this time. it's true. one 5, and your five years of pursuing your career would become 6 years.. another year of burden. not just to you but also to your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's the reason why i shifted to IE. i got no 5's on my EEE subjects (only DRP). i dunno. i guess i was just scared to fail. i didn't want to become a burden to my family so i decided to change career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me chickenshit. i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;i know i made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving IE now. and i'm pretty sure i'll be successful in the future. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i'm still thankful that i studied EEE.&lt;br /&gt;without it, i won't top the quiz today. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to lighten up the mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/Image761.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- drawn by benette, on the back of a bluebook.. si oble naka two-piece!  "ayos!"  was written by our physics lecture instructor.. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-7495828491452583002?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/7495828491452583002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=7495828491452583002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7495828491452583002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7495828491452583002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/04/facing-sinusoidal-steady-state-analysis.html' title='sinusoidal steady-state analysis'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-3699654347079423254</id><published>2007-04-22T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T06:16:33.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Bloomfields: the Beatles of the new generation</title><content type='html'>ooh! i sooo love the bloomfields! they're my newest addiction right now. i always crave for more! haha! i want rocky! i want rocky! i want him like candy~~ haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so im over reacting! sorry guys! but this is my blog where i set my own limits.  and if you don't like what i'm blabbering about, feel free to click that x button at the upper right corner of your browser. but if you want to waste your time with me, continue reading! common! i know you want to.. :Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;get to know the bloomfields and i'm sure you'll go gaga over their songs and cute smiles, too!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist Description for The Bloomfields&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started back in good ol’ high school at the La Salle Green Hills when Jay Jay Lozano (guitar/vocals) decided to start a band with buddies Rocky Collado (drums/vocals) and Louie Poco (bass/vocals). Believe it or not, they played alternative and punk music, with inspirations ranging from Oasis to Blink 182 and McCarthy. Strange, ain’t it? Mod was their style of choice – case in point: Jay Jay’s hair, Jay Jay’s pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/186188.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally got into college, they started tapping what they now fondly call “happy music”, playing a few songs from the 60s during odd gigs. Ritchie Valens fueled their first steps, with songs such as Do You Wanna Dance, C’mon Let’s Go and La Bamba being played as staple gig tracks. La Bamba became a huge hit in all their gigs, and they later on noticed how their audience enjoyed this “happy” stuff they did. They then decided to expand their repertoire of 60s rock ‘n’ roll from one gig to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by other legendary rock ‘n’ roll bands such as The Beach Boys and The Four Freshmen, they became interested in blending in vocal harmonies during performances. That’s when Pepe Lozano (guitar/vocals) – Jay Jay’s brother from shoegaze band Weedisneys – along with Lakan Hila (keyboards/vocals), also from the Weedisneys, hopped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is rock ‘n’ roll history. Word got around that a group called The Bloomfields – a bunch of young, energetic boys in suits who played “daddy music” (but definitely fun and timeless music nonetheless) – was making thunderous waves playing in schools, private parties, and bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to their already excellent music portfolio, the boys recently made the papers when they fronted for big foreign acts Gary Lewis (2005) and Herman’s Hermits (2006), both held at the Araneta Coliseum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://www.last.fm/music/The+Bloomfields/+wiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;want more? visit their website at &lt;a href="http://thebloomfieldsband.com/"&gt;www.thebloomfieldsband.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share you this conversation i had with my friend: (itago natin siya sa pangalang CP.haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/rocky.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i sooo love this  guy.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CP&lt;/strong&gt;: eh bat ka naman naadik bigla sa bloomfields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SugarSpiceSalve&lt;/strong&gt;: eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SugarSpiceSalve&lt;/strong&gt;: love ko si rocky e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SugarSpiceSalve&lt;/strong&gt;: ang cutie nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SugarSpiceSalve&lt;/strong&gt;: shet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CP&lt;/strong&gt;: cute ba yan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SugarSpiceSalve&lt;/strong&gt;: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SugarSpiceSalve&lt;/strong&gt;: cute xa for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CP&lt;/strong&gt;: tignan mo nga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SugarSpiceSalve&lt;/strong&gt;: cute xa magsmile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SugarSpiceSalve&lt;/strong&gt;: waaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CP&lt;/strong&gt;: the bangs pare the bangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SugarSpiceSalve&lt;/strong&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CP&lt;/strong&gt;: daig pa bangs mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SugarSpiceSalve&lt;/strong&gt;: i love the bangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! i hope you won't kill me for this, CP! i love yah!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikaw lang ang hinahanap ko.. (ikaw lang... ikaw lang.. )&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-3699654347079423254?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/3699654347079423254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=3699654347079423254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3699654347079423254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/3699654347079423254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/04/unleash-flirt-within.html' title='the Bloomfields: the Beatles of the new generation'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-2231672000109926741</id><published>2007-04-21T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T03:10:10.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say goodbye to the nocturnal in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've been über busy since the first day of summer class that's why i've no time to update my page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn't get AeroDance through online pre-enlistment, real enlistment, and through prerog. grrr! i was so pissed off. my plans were ruined! [refer to my 1st post.] haaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, i got social dance through prerog. prof aguilar was  such a sweetheart to let 20+ of us be admitted in her class. plus, some of my friends were also enrolled in her class. yey! i guess that would make up for my frustration. god is soooo goood!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was lucky enough to have sir ck as my&lt;strong&gt; lab&lt;/strong&gt; instructor in physics. he was  my recit class teacher before.. lucky me!Ü i also heard a lot of good things about him. some of my friends were his laboratory students before and they told me that he showered them with love, care, and lotsa "uno". haha! i just hope my summer  would be "rainy"!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've beeen lacking lotsa zzzzz's lately. my class starts at 7am. bye bye nocturnal salve! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"waking up early in the morning makes you sleeepy in the afternoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true. i felt drowsy all afternoon- especially during &lt;strong&gt;physics lecture&lt;/strong&gt;. oh well. my physics lec is oh so boooring. but i know i'm not the only one who snoozes during lec. i saw lotsa sleepyheads around me. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grey matter isn't working good right now so i guess i'll say byebye for now.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smooches*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-2231672000109926741?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/2231672000109926741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=2231672000109926741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2231672000109926741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2231672000109926741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/04/bye-bye-nocturnal-salve.html' title='say goodbye to the nocturnal in me'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-5639547846702203080</id><published>2007-04-13T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:08:37.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look inside your heart and you'll find the answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i made a few changes on my blog. thanks to dzoi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and kuya ciccio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;! you're both amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;btw, my blog is best viewed with mozilla firefox. anyhoo, i still prefer opera browser. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's so colorful - just like my life. i guess it suits my personality :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so what happened today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nothing significant really. i woke up at 1pm. arrgh! arthur txtd me and said he wanted to see me. he had contracted an illness in the form of cough, colds and super fever last week. ohh. and i didn't even visit him. *what an uncaring girlfriend*. kill me now, cupid! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;he missed me dearly. ahaha. and i missed him too. so we went out. it was not really a date. we just went to the mall, bought zagu and hang out at home. it was obvious that he got thinner. *oh puhleeze. teach me how to do that*. even mama noticed the change. i felt guilty though, i didn't believe him when he told me he had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;trangkaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. i thought it was just an excuse. *sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;at least i made his day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and he made mine, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sometimes we think so much of ourselves that we already take our loved ones for granted. what we don't know is that a single act of unmindfulness is already breaking their hearts. and it's really painful if we just realized our fault on the day we felt that they are beginning to hate us for what we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i don't wanna let that happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i know you don't want too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so what should we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we all have the answer. and we don't really have to go to a physician to ask for help. we just have to look deeper into our hearts. and we'll find the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;simply love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love your family. treasure your friends. take care and love your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and everthing we'll be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-5639547846702203080?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/5639547846702203080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=5639547846702203080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/5639547846702203080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/5639547846702203080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/04/look-inside-your-heart-and-youll-find.html' title='look inside your heart and you&apos;ll find the answer'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-2047434275632498591</id><published>2007-04-12T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:21:21.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>minamalas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;damn crs. damn registration committee. damn admin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit kelangan pang baguhin?&lt;br /&gt;why don't they just stick to the status quo?&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 230am last night and woke up at 630am. i had to go early to school to get my form 5a and secure a copy of my form5.. kala ko madali na lang ang lahat kasi PE na lang ang imamanual enlist ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maling akala pala yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they followed this rule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/untitled5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who pre enlisted but still need to enlist another subject [like me], they still have to enlist online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo tama. wala na ngang manual enlistment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.that was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. good sana. kung inde lang clogged ang server nila.&lt;br /&gt;kung lahat sana ng estudyante makakapagonline.&lt;br /&gt;kung madami sanang vacant sa pc shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaso inde eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang init na nga. ang bagal pa ng crs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasted my time, my money, and my energy for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala din akong naenlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home exhausted pero umaasa pa din na makakalog in ako sa crs pag dating ko sa bahay. pero inde pa din eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cge. ragnarok muna ko. friendster. blogspot. weff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after umpteen hours tinry ko ulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAY!nakapasok ako!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait, there's more! [parang advertisement lang!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOSED na ung section.&lt;br /&gt;zero.&lt;br /&gt;nada.&lt;br /&gt;wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;pag minamalas ka nga naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magpiprerog na lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;bahala na si Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-2047434275632498591?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/2047434275632498591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=2047434275632498591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2047434275632498591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2047434275632498591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-tired.html' title='minamalas.'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-8098922307546461150</id><published>2007-04-11T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:22:04.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spell boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my last post is too looong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and too boooring to loook at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this one's too short - to compensate for the previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;life is good. enjoy it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-8098922307546461150?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/8098922307546461150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=8098922307546461150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/8098922307546461150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/8098922307546461150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/04/spell-boring.html' title='spell boring'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-2552838598969698051</id><published>2007-04-11T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:23:36.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 things girls ought to know about guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys hate flirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Are you doing something?" or "Have you eaten already?" are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can't. And they sure have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Guys cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never mind!" would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy makes a prolonged "umm" or makes any excuses when you're asking him to do you a favor, he's actually saying that he doesn't like you and he can't lay&lt;br /&gt;down the card for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When a girl says "no", a guy hears it as "try again tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys hate gays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Like Eve, girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't let him wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. No guy is bad when he is courting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking&lt;br /&gt;with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in&lt;br /&gt;miniskirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but&lt;br /&gt;would unluckily&lt;br /&gt;get the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Guys virtually brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys' fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but&lt;br /&gt;her weight does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship&lt;br /&gt;and become too&lt;br /&gt;possessive. So watch out girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. It's not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they've been together for 3 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-buste d, never been in love and hurt, he won't be matured and grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he's sweating. You'll probably see that he is nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Guys believe that there's no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. A guy's friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Don't be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Don't be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you'll be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topics "girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Guys don't comprehend the statement "Get lost" too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;decisions but still love them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Guys don't care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them,they'll realize they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He's just too stubborn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Guys' weakest point is at the knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. When a guy looks at you, either he's amazed of you or he's criticizing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second hance, give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you're with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. When a guy says he can't sleep if he doesn't hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Girls are allowed to touch boys' things. Not their hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Guys hate girls who overreact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-2552838598969698051?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/2552838598969698051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=2552838598969698051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2552838598969698051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/2552838598969698051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/04/99-things-girls-ought-to-know-about.html' title='99 things girls ought to know about guys'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-7593042767419496536</id><published>2007-04-11T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:24:11.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to err is human</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;do you wanna kill someone because you don't like the way she speaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do. god, forgive me for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing wrong with her sentence construction, grammar or pronunciation. i mean, i don't care about that. even the most intelligent person commits mistake on that. it's the "err" thing that freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with the "err"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: "err" here is not "to go astray morally" but "err" as an expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do use the "err" word sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;eg.&lt;br /&gt;SugarSpiceSalve: I think I forgot my err.. my napkin..&lt;br /&gt;(i use "err" before the words i can't say directly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but using "err" after every sentence she says is really annoying. i dunno why she loves saying that.&lt;br /&gt;eg. (this person im talkin about used to txt me before. these are what her text messages usually look like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haay.. Good morning! Kumain na kayo?&lt;br /&gt;Kakapagod.. err..&lt;br /&gt;haaay.. nakakamiss siya.. err..&lt;br /&gt;bakit sya ganun... err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? lotsa err. and it's freakin annoying. why can't she just omit the "err" and say everything directly? i mean, just to save time, and space, and energy (finger efforts), right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to err is human.. but to say "err.." after every sentence you say is, i guess, stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-7593042767419496536?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/7593042767419496536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=7593042767419496536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7593042767419496536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7593042767419496536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-err-is-human.html' title='to err is human'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-7300522714702098987</id><published>2007-04-10T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:22:51.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all mixed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i slept real late last night. i dunno why i just couldn't sleep. i tossed and turned on my bed, read books, thought of what happened the whole day, and imagined things i didn't expect my wild imaginations could ever think of. next thing i knew, i'm alredy dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon bid goodbye and the sun said hello. it was 8am in the morning and i didn't have plans of waking up early. but what the heck, the noise otside was really annoying. grr. It was ok if the sound is music to my ears. but no. all i could hear was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"si konsehal sese..si konsehal sese ating iboto sa susunod na halalan..sese tayo..sese tayo.."&lt;br /&gt;-Domeng Sese's jingle to the tune of LaBamba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"remember V, remember P, remember me, Vincent Pacheco.."&lt;br /&gt;-Vincent Pacheco's jingle to the tune of Totoy Bibo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh. i was pissed. i just mumbled to myself "I won't vote for you fools". After all, they've done nothing good either. *devilish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, speaking of "not good", Papa told us the accident he witnessed in katipunan. a beggar was ran over by a truck. his exact words are "nadurog ng truck ung bata". aww. I felt a sudden fear. i used to cross the high way in katipunan. what if it happened to me? aww. final destination ba ito?hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dyoi and i went to school crossed fingers to get our classcards. i got 3 out of  7 classcards. she got 1 out of 5. hehe. actually, the main reason why we went to UP is to know our grades. weee! im so glad i passed all my subjects (so did dyoi). we went home hungry and tired but our hearts were singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-7300522714702098987?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/7300522714702098987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=7300522714702098987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7300522714702098987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/7300522714702098987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-slept-real-late-last-night.html' title='all mixed up'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643250344521216031.post-1441562489708637898</id><published>2007-04-09T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:24:48.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ok. So i've been on a diet for like, nine days.  And as of now, i can't see any changes yet. Haha! I have to do this, i mean, just to boost my self confidence, and hey, maybe after a couple of weeks  of sweating it out, Arthur will drool more over me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, grace, (who i guess needs more dieting), encouraged me to diet. thanks to her and now i only eat a cup of rice once a day. I also stopped eating junkfoods and softdrinks. (that's already an accomplishment, huh).  Wait till I see a bottle of coke in front of me on its carbonating glory! Well, that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do aero every sunday (in Luneta) and jog every sat &amp;amp; sun (in Ultra). Just thinking about it made me excted. I mean, i have my PE (aerobic dancing) every weekday and sunday plus i got to jog every saturday. Wow. I just hope I have a beyonce-body after a month. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643250344521216031-1441562489708637898?l=sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/feeds/1441562489708637898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643250344521216031&amp;postID=1441562489708637898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1441562489708637898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643250344521216031/posts/default/1441562489708637898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarspicesalve.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-it-out.html' title='work it out'/><author><name>SugarSpiceSalve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v238/black_diamond/headband.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
