tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92070715684398380232024-03-05T15:00:30.320+08:00angelspleadbreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-13731182525347944672012-11-16T09:36:00.000+08:002012-11-16T09:41:21.794+08:00Swift Maroon Pink TicketsI would definitely go to any concert right now and join with the headbanging and feet-tapping, let alone it’s my favorite band. So if you’re a fan of Taylor Swift, or the stylized rockstar, Pink, or the ever-sexy Maroon 5, then be updated with their latest gigs, and let’s headbang and feet-tap together! Go ahead and grab your tickets!
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So then you hang out for a while and you call and you talk on the phone all the time and then you drop the bomb. What feels like the bomb? You say, "You know what? I've been thinkin about you a lot." And she goes, "Ahhhhhhh!" And you go "What happened?" and she goes, "I'm sorry, I just, I just, I just, that's, I've been thinking about you, too."<br /> <br />Bam! Higher into the sky. But now "I'd like that?" Tch. Done. Now you're up to "I'm thinkin about you." <br /> <br />Then, however number of months pass, it makes you feel comfortable saying it, you say "I gotta tell you something." They go, "What?" You go, "I'm in love with you." And nothing in the world sounds better than "I'm in love with you." And then maybe she starts crying, or maybe you'll go "*gasp*" and all the sudden you're like, "I'm in."<br /> <br />But now what doesn't work? "I'd like that" and "I've been thinkin about you." Now we're at "I'm in love with you." Then maybe someday it'll move up to "I love you." <br /> <br />Fast forward, now you're like, "I love you a lot. I love you more than anything in life." Now "I love you" doesn't work. It's a threshold that keeps movin' up. <br /> <br />Fast forward, like six months, six weeks, whatever the case may be, now you're on like, "I want to marry you." "I want to impregnate you with my love." "I wanna, I wanna just send my love to you. Damn it! words just don't work anymore!" And then you say this line, and you know you've used this line before, "I just wish they'd put a new word in the dictionary bigger than love because love just doesn't describe what I feel!" <br /> <br />And so now he or she starts asking, "Do you love me?" and you start going, "Of course I love you." "Well say it." And then it becomes "Say it twice." And it goes, "Say it three times." And then, you cross a really interesting point where all the sudden it becomes "I hate you." And you go, "Oh my god, she hates me!" And now it's like, "I hate you more than anything." And then it's like, "We're over." And then they go, "No we're not." And you go, "Yes we are." <br /> <br />Now the words completely do not work at all, you're left with nothing. You're throwing punches under water. You're done. <br /> <br />You know what the moral of that story is? If there is one... Never, ever, ever, ever underestimate the power of "I'd like that." <br /> <br />:D<br /><br />- John Mayer<br /><br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NuCuTOiqeo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-60065451421250586552012-08-23T18:45:00.001+08:002012-08-23T18:45:13.856+08:00You've probably noticed that unforgiving people usually have good memories. Some can hold a grudge for a lifetime. But love never keeps a record of wrongs committed against it. It forgives and is unable to think about them anymore.breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-87577583326526628412012-08-23T13:00:00.001+08:002012-08-23T13:01:47.729+08:00Heyya! I'm back into blogging again :Dbreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-63482245393349607622012-08-23T12:57:00.000+08:002012-08-23T13:00:12.502+08:00A peculiar witch dashes into the outlook.breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-17977484493901771522010-07-11T13:06:00.001+08:002010-07-11T13:11:51.959+08:00<img src="http://gryphonscry.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/avenging-angel-1.jpg" width="500" height="360"><br /><br />God, send me an angel.breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-41866651709009105502009-01-13T20:05:00.006+08:002010-07-10T09:17:57.097+08:00Anime Yet Again<div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: left;"> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Here’s yet another set of anime we fondly keep watch of… <span style=""> :)<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p> </o:p></p> </div> <div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;">Ouran High School Host Club</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beconfused.com/images/2007/06/Ouran-High-School-Host-Club.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://beconfused.com/images/2007/06/Ouran-High-School-Host-Club.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </div><p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"> </p><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing">Haruhi is a student on scholarship at Ouran Academy, an exclusive school where importance is given to wealth and family connections. One day, Haruhi walks into the room of the academy’s host club and breaks a very expensive vase. To pay for it, Haruhi needs to work by serving the host club members. The leader of the club notices that Haruhi has great potential to be a host club member – after all, he’s great at talking to girls! The only problem? Haruhi has a secret: He’s actually a she!</p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Bleach<br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.instantz.net/newlayout/uploads/bleach_logo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://www.instantz.net/newlayout/uploads/bleach_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />If you like supernatural adventure, Bleach is the anime to watch. High school student Ichigo can send ghosts. One day he runs into a Soul Reaper named Rukia, who’s just lost a battle with an evil spirit called ‘hollow’, and is hurt so badly that she needs to transfer all her powers to Ichigo. Together, they face hollows and send wayward spirits to the Soul Society. </span> </div> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />Sergeant Frog<br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:7Ka7H-LZMq2GzM:http://www.keroroworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/kerorobighead.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 168px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:7Ka7H-LZMq2GzM:http://www.keroroworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/kerorobighead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Known as Keroro Gunso in Japan, Sergeant Frog is a frog-like alien invader who finds himself on Earth and ends up in the Hinata home. He spends his time building Gundam models, surfing the internet, watching anime, getting so easily distracted that he forgets his mission to take over the world. Follow his funny misadventures as he comes across other aliens like him who’ve also gotten sidetracked from conquering planet Earth!</span> </div>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-68059005308167481032009-01-13T19:28:00.004+08:002010-07-10T09:18:20.476+08:00The Riddle: "Who am I?"<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">I am your constant companion. I am<br />your greatest helper or heaviest burden.<br />I will push you onward or drag you down<br />to failure. I am completely at your command.<br />Half the things I do you might as well<br />turn over to me and I will be able to do<br />them quickly and correctly.<br /><br />I am easily managed - you must merely<br />be firm with me. Show me exactly how you<br />want something done and after a few<br />lessons I will do it automatically. I am the<br />servant of all great individuals and, alas, of<br />all failures as well. Those who are great, I<br />have made great. Those who are failures,<br />I have made failures.<br /><br />I am not a machine, though I work<br />with all the precision of a machine plus<br />the intelligence of a human. You may run<br />me for profit or run me for ruin - it<br />makes no difference to me.<br /><br />Take me, train me, be firm with me,<br />and I will place the world at your feet. Be<br />easy with me and I will destroy you.<br /><br />Who am I?<br /><br />I am Habit.<br /></div>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-55109679723132063462009-01-11T19:27:00.007+08:002009-01-11T20:12:37.911+08:00Get Involved. Make a Change.<div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.haribon.org.ph/logo_FCnew.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.haribon.org.ph/logo_FCnew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></span> </div><div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Organization:</span> Haribon Foundation (<a href="http://www.haribonfoundation.multiply.com">haribonfoundation.multiply.com</a>). </span><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Haribon Foundation is a membership organization committed to nature conservation through community empowerment and scientific excellence.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify;"> </div><h4 style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Their signature</span></h4> <p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The logo nine leaves on one tree symbolize the nine ecosystems found in the Philippines: forest, marginal, agricultural, urban, freshwater, mangrove, sea grass, coral and soft bottom.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Key Projects:</span></p><div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify;"> </div><ul style="font-family:verdana;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Regular nature appreciation activities</span>, like birdwatching, trekking, and snorkeling. </span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><ul style="font-family:verdana;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Adopt a Seedling Campaign</span> for tree-planting projects.</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p><br />3 Steps To Get Involved:</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><ul style="font-family:verdana;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Join Haribon</span> (see <a href="http://www.haribon.org.ph/">www.haribon.org.ph</a>). For a 900Php annual fee, you get a quarterly magazine, discounts, plus special rates for the nature trips. Your fee helps support Haribon and is not a carved-in-stone commitment. You can be as involved as you want.</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><ul style="font-family:verdana;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Get Green.</span> Support the Adopt-A-Seedling program (email <a href="mailto:act@haribon.org.ph">act@haribon.org.ph</a>). One tree costs only 75Php.</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"> and<br /></span></p><ul style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">“Do small things for the environment.”</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Wow, joining is just that easy. So get involved! Make a change. :D<br /></span></div>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-89609431956849817122009-01-11T12:33:00.019+08:002009-01-11T20:09:33.211+08:00Verde Gyud!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJ1fMSxjQmRPgckhsggzxzUrOgfpff36Y1nyfbCx5w-Yte7MI1pp3ibehFeQP1b_EVCXjwalvoPDaJwPQEjD8CwmS0OnADI5rUYmIS5wSKSVaJHvP5Thd0jpwWdRlaD1ZHEm835DYK0CL/s1600-h/lsa.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJ1fMSxjQmRPgckhsggzxzUrOgfpff36Y1nyfbCx5w-Yte7MI1pp3ibehFeQP1b_EVCXjwalvoPDaJwPQEjD8CwmS0OnADI5rUYmIS5wSKSVaJHvP5Thd0jpwWdRlaD1ZHEm835DYK0CL/s320/lsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289895435235231490" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="">La Salle Academy Iligan celebrated its 50<sup>th</sup> Grand Alumni Homecoming last December 29, 2008, which was sponsored by LSA batch 1983. It was heralded as, by far, the most festive homecoming celebration ever attended by co-batchmates, complimenting its 50<sup>th</sup> stand. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=""><o:p><br /></o:p>Talents from various LSA alumni to renowned deejay from de La Salle Greenhills were showcased.<o:p></o:p></span><span style=""> Free food was served…though slightly budgeted. Hehe. Batch pictures were posted on the walls where you'd be dining. And booths stood around near the gym. La Salle items booths, hotdog booths, coffee booths, booze booths. It pretty much seemed like a mini La Salle Fair<i style="">, wala lay rides</i>. <span style=""> </span>Hehe. At the gym entrance, you could see a huge La Salle tarp where you could go picture taking like you’re an actress. Hehehe. At the later part of it, the alma mater song was sung by everyone in seemingly great emotional stress. A choreographed disco was steered by deejay…um, whatshisname?..And one the most exuberant part of it was the 20k worth of fireworks display. Well, it was truly a night that took us back to time. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=""><o:p></o:p>Four years hence, and a lot has changed in the school grounds. The old tennis court now serves as a gazebo slash terminal for buses, and is being put up with a little Christmas Village. There were two Christmas villages, actually, beautifully lighted and creatively constructed with trees made up of softdrink bottles, which stand up to about 20 feet high. The old high school building is now utilized by night high school students. A new 4-storey building for the “day” which served as our dining area, now stands before the gym. And of course, the old gym is now renovated at long last! Hehe. Bleh :P<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=""><o:p></o:p>Anyway, so here’s how the events took place:<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="">Dec. 29:<o:p></o:p><br />1:00-3:00 PM – Mass<o:p></o:p><br />3:00-5:00 PM – Motorcade<o:p></o:p><br />5:00-8:00 PM – Dining<o:p></o:p><br />9:00-12:00 AM – Disco<o:p></o:p><br />12:00– (Me not included). People went to Club Zinc<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=""><o:p></o:p>Btw, there was an Alumni Sports fest, the first time ever, held on Dec. 20.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=""><o:p></o:p>La Salle alumni had free admission, outsiders got to pay 150Php for the entrance</span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL2-6NCIQzOibiigZnBAjLKQiEiF-M2Ou7AjOV2ix8P-IQ472ckqBQY0NLPTuuZAMbwqVLNmwAmJarHnyv23mdo4eDnYQ2Ogud_kFflhunD9J4AF8jtt87HBtDBiIEApGk1FcyyGXbk9da/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL2-6NCIQzOibiigZnBAjLKQiEiF-M2Ou7AjOV2ix8P-IQ472ckqBQY0NLPTuuZAMbwqVLNmwAmJarHnyv23mdo4eDnYQ2Ogud_kFflhunD9J4AF8jtt87HBtDBiIEApGk1FcyyGXbk9da/s320/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289893745289354050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeZI9tbuPVyq5HPpH9YGmaeepY6BpnqV6WvYOc6yOp6mzn0Ko08HyfnRAx6G6LhHqDjZENGPDVTGqVkYb9HGweGiI-7zSll5YizjFg8ljgsb5gi8ldBjuVHn_iIZjHcd7CD3sgP2Gv0Tp/s1600-h/hail+lasalle.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeZI9tbuPVyq5HPpH9YGmaeepY6BpnqV6WvYOc6yOp6mzn0Ko08HyfnRAx6G6LhHqDjZENGPDVTGqVkYb9HGweGiI-7zSll5YizjFg8ljgsb5gi8ldBjuVHn_iIZjHcd7CD3sgP2Gv0Tp/s320/hail+lasalle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289893316188518914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />hail alma mater</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRoDnd8qGfLW-Wl-JwZYz_FHnIbotxpWDQTDHNghr7jyZLPZ1B391O326aBvMo276ItVU8VBdHIvy6BEfPb4YHz-G6_mTNXoduDc6Z8XHdPs4LpG3Od8xb3TvLBUpE4jHf-kS8yGOfFmtI/s1600-h/100_3754.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRoDnd8qGfLW-Wl-JwZYz_FHnIbotxpWDQTDHNghr7jyZLPZ1B391O326aBvMo276ItVU8VBdHIvy6BEfPb4YHz-G6_mTNXoduDc6Z8XHdPs4LpG3Od8xb3TvLBUpE4jHf-kS8yGOfFmtI/s320/100_3754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289892968749296226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">batch '04</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIbVBDMwi0So4VmpBX3b-Rvjj6aKDrzbjf8nSVOKRR5Gh73AKWXDN5FiP61XlB3GNh6TgPrEdNo1leT-IBz40bO8T6Ii4UYtw6DMmJ57x9hQFTIYxdtHNA_T8dzST9zdsCV0esWUc_iEDr/s1600-h/100_3702.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIbVBDMwi0So4VmpBX3b-Rvjj6aKDrzbjf8nSVOKRR5Gh73AKWXDN5FiP61XlB3GNh6TgPrEdNo1leT-IBz40bO8T6Ii4UYtw6DMmJ57x9hQFTIYxdtHNA_T8dzST9zdsCV0esWUc_iEDr/s320/100_3702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289892464506616914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">kim, april, kath, me, and our batch frame<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrng0TPqj7ia5zveZxD21A95sp0_mstWp33ZaPbv7_hPNtnjh65FbZujrQPb15b6mfi74r-2nUewMKB7fWf4JSDlVu7RlHEzSDrgauFXf0xKzjjM8xONJNcPesGulYAglgRs4ZKdtibw8T/s1600-h/tarp.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrng0TPqj7ia5zveZxD21A95sp0_mstWp33ZaPbv7_hPNtnjh65FbZujrQPb15b6mfi74r-2nUewMKB7fWf4JSDlVu7RlHEzSDrgauFXf0xKzjjM8xONJNcPesGulYAglgRs4ZKdtibw8T/s320/tarp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289891442452978034" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">La Salle tarp</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhzxWSchPkj5Su4oV0UEnCJP05FFL0m9c8YaMLoGUIwazlQaFrnEi0E5sXyBt42bXGjjxO-gF_ZAaLVwiqMbhqSNS1obQj052ug_3el-gLJuOyFcEMGfsnuQ_RyaIguMplm6bEOiSj6Uh/s1600-h/tree.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhzxWSchPkj5Su4oV0UEnCJP05FFL0m9c8YaMLoGUIwazlQaFrnEi0E5sXyBt42bXGjjxO-gF_ZAaLVwiqMbhqSNS1obQj052ug_3el-gLJuOyFcEMGfsnuQ_RyaIguMplm6bEOiSj6Uh/s320/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289891981533045602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">xmas tree made up of 7-up bottles</span><br /></div>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-65761182697381786572009-01-10T15:03:00.003+08:002009-01-10T15:19:30.013+08:00The Story of the Pencil<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" align="center"><b style="">The Story of the Pencil</b></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing">A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point, he asked:<br />‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’<br />His grandmother stopped writing the letter and said to her grandson:<br />‘I <i style="">am</i> writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’<br />Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special.<span style=""> </span><br />‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’<br />‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.</p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p>‘<b style="">First quality</b>: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to his will. </p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p>‘<b style="">Second quality</b>: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.</p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p>‘<b style="">Third quality</b>: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.</p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p>‘<b style="">Fourth quality</b>: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.</p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p>‘Finally, the pencil’s <b style="">fifth quality</b>: it always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action.’</p> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/pencil_color.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 186px;" src="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/pencil_color.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-33195212297722581262009-01-09T22:12:00.003+08:002009-01-09T22:21:52.504+08:00Love Defined.<i style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:11;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">The following is an excerpt from Paulo Coelho’s book, By the River Piedra, I Sat Down and Wept.</span><br /></span></i><br /> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"><o:p></o:p>With love, there are no rules. Some may try to control their emotions and develop strategies for their behavior; others may turn to reading books of advice from "experts" on relationships but this is all folly. The heart decides, and what it decides is all that really matters.</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"><o:p></o:p>All of us have had this experience. At some point, we have each said through our tears, "I'm suffering for a love that's not worth it." We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules. But ultimately there is no good reason for our suffering, for in every love lies the seed of our growth. The more we love, the closer we come to spiritual experience. Those who are truly enlightened, those whose souls are illuminated by love, have been able to overcome all of the inhibitions and preconceptions of their era. They have been able to sing, to laugh, and to pray out loud; they have danced and shared what has been called "the madness of saintliness." They have been joyful—because those who love conquer the world and have no fear of loss. True love is an act of total surrender.</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"><o:p></o:p>Thomas Merton once said that the spiritual life is essentially to love. One doesn't love in order to do what is good or to help or to protect someone. If we act that way, we are perceiving the other as a simple object, and we are seeing ourselves as wise and generous persons. This has nothing to do with love. To love is to be in communion with the other and to discover in that other the spark of God.</p>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-50446373805856838332008-12-26T12:13:00.003+08:002009-01-06T19:09:07.691+08:00Dog Biscuits!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nope…not the boring old tasteless kind. Dog’s Goodies in Germany is the only bakery in the world that offers meaty cakes, muesli bars, mint biscuits, and tuna cakes – just for dogs! Chef Janine Saraniti-Legerin told expatica.com that all her treats are non-fattening and free of chemical attractants. First-time doggie visitors are given free tastes, but humans like you and me may want to pass on the canine crunches…garlic cookies are part of the menu. Ugh!</span></span> </div>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-33279240535633261442008-12-26T01:08:00.006+08:002009-01-06T20:01:28.874+08:00Three of the World’s Famous Couples!<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">...and their awww-inspiring love stories!<br /><br />Here's an advance treat for the valentine season. hehe.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Robert and Elizabeth Browning.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ukmarriages.net/images/casestudy0.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.ukmarriages.net/images/casestudy0.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Robert Browning and Elizabeth Browning were both well-known poets from the Victorian era. They are renowned for the letters they wrote to each other, and their romantic poetry, especially Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s poem, “Sonnet XLIII”, which starts with, “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Both of them were late bloomers. They met when Elizabeth was already 39 years old and Robert was 33. Because of objections from Elizabeth’s father and her own poor health, their courtship was kept secret.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cleopatra and Marc Anthony</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crystalinks.com/cleooct.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.crystalinks.com/cleooct.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Cleopatra was the Queen of Egypt and Marc Anthony was a general in the Roman army. They met while Marc Anthony was trying to gain control of Rome after the assassination of Julius Caesar.<br />Anthony quickly fell in love with Cleopatra, who was known to be a very intelligent and charming woman. They got married and planned to rule Rome together.<br />When he heard the false news that Cleopatra was dead, Marc Anthony fell on his sword on purpose and died. Cleopatra learned of her love’s death and also ended her life by letting two poisonous snakes bite her.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.leninimports.com/lauren_bacall_gallery_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 257px;" src="http://www.leninimports.com/lauren_bacall_gallery_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Humphrey Bogart was already a well-known actor when he met Lauren Bacall on the set of the movie To Have and Have Not. She was 19 years old, he was 45. In spite of the age difference, they still dated and a year after meeting each other, they got married. They had two children, a boy and a girl.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">After starring in To Have and Have Not, Lauren made one movie every year for four years. She starred with her husband in all four movies, and each was a success.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">When Humphrey died of cancer, Lauren was devastated. Humphrey’s marriage to Lauren was his fourth and her first, and it was the only happy one he had. These days, Lauren doesn’t do too many movies, and instead acts in Broadway plays.</span><br /><br /><br /></div>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-26941734070642924412008-12-25T22:59:00.002+08:002010-01-27T15:27:50.275+08:00Featuring Navirobo!<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"><font size="3"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.engadget.com/media/2006/10/navirobo_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.engadget.com/media/2006/10/navirobo_01.jpg" alt="" border="0"></a></font><font size="3">This furry little creature is a lot smarter than it looks. Navirobo, as its name suggests, is a navigation robot that guides you through city streets. But instead of the usual verbal instructions, Navirobo does something cooler: it points you in the direction you’re supposed to go. And if you happen to miss a turn, it turns around and points to where you missed it!<br /><br />Specs:<br />-9.8 inches tall<br />- does a happy bear dance when you arrive at your destination<br />-sits on your car’s dashboard<br />- GPS – enabled<br /></font></div>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-7105176340764776392008-12-25T21:05:00.006+08:002010-01-27T15:27:50.280+08:00Charms!<font face="verdana">It’s hip to wear gemstones nowadays. But did you know that during the olden times, people used these magical stones to not only look good, but to also heal, enhance, and improve others’ lives? Take your pick among these gems…</font> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://morbid-romantic.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/ruby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 164px;" src="http://morbid-romantic.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/ruby.jpg" alt="" border="0"></a> <font face="verdana">Ruby</font><br /><font face="verdana">Magical Meaning: love, beauty and loyalty</font> <font face="verdana">Healing Power: Keeps the heart healthy</font> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.galaarts.com/images/tiger_eye3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 163px;" src="http://www.galaarts.com/images/tiger_eye3.jpg" alt="" border="0"></a> <font face="verdana">Tiger Eye</font><font face="verdana"><br />Magical Meaning: harmony, stability and clarity of mind</font> <font face="verdana">Healing Power: Helps heal wounds and bruises</font> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fengshuifusion.com/images/rose-quartz-tumbled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 182px;" src="http://www.fengshuifusion.com/images/rose-quartz-tumbled.jpg" alt="" border="0"></a> <font face="verdana">Rose Quartz<br /></font><font face="verdana">Magical Meaning: stone of warmth and love</font> <font face="verdana">Healing Power: Takes away negative feelings and promotes love.</font><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://snoedel.punt.nl/upload/0001/1176941736739_Citrine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 174px;" src="http://snoedel.punt.nl/upload/0001/1176941736739_Citrine.jpg" alt="" border="0"></a> <font face="verdana">Citrine<br /></font><font face="verdana">Magical Meaning: golden stone of wealth</font> <font face="verdana">Healing Powers: Aids in good digestion and in gaining wealth</font><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.extendyourlashes.com/images/eyelash-glue-jade-stone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 138px;" src="http://www.extendyourlashes.com/images/eyelash-glue-jade-stone.jpg" alt="" border="0"></a> <font face="verdana">Jade<br /></font><font face="verdana">Magical Meaning: stone of health and wealth</font> <font face="verdana">Healing Powers: Takes away negative energies and makes the body stronger.</font><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.all-that-gifts.com/stones/diamond_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 183px;" src="http://www.all-that-gifts.com/stones/diamond_1.jpg" alt="" border="0"></a> <font face="verdana">Diamond<br /></font><font face="verdana">Magical Meaning: love, purity, strength and trust</font> <font face="verdana">Healing Powers: Cleanses the body and improves eyesight</font> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.global-b2b-network.com/direct/dbimage/50078040/Hematite_Magnet_Toy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 158px;" src="http://www.global-b2b-network.com/direct/dbimage/50078040/Hematite_Magnet_Toy.jpg" alt="" border="0"></a> <font face="verdana">Hematite<br /></font><font face="verdana">Magical Meaning: clarity and balance</font> <font face="verdana">Healing Powers: Adds to personal charm and improves blood circulation</font> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arthurian-adventure.com/Turquoise-im.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 162px;" src="http://www.arthurian-adventure.com/Turquoise-im.jpg" alt="" border="0"></a> <font face="verdana">Turquoise<br /></font><font face="verdana">Magical Meaning: stone that improves communication and friendship</font> <font face="verdana">Healing Powers: Strengthens the mind and body.</font>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-32033566535755311972008-12-25T20:35:00.007+08:002009-01-06T19:49:53.450+08:00All-Time Anime Faves<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here’s a look at some of the anime <span style="font-style: italic;">we</span> love to watch… and the reasons why we love watching them. :D</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Best Back Story: Samurai X</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ui18.gamespot.com/209/rurounikenshin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 241px;" src="http://ui18.gamespot.com/209/rurounikenshin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Kenshin Himura is Hitokiri Battousai, one of the famed assassins of the Meiji Restoration era. With Japan slowly opening up to the rest of the world, he now finds himself using his reverse-edge sword to fight for the new peace Japan has attained, meeting new friends and enemies as he lives out this important historical period.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fave Factor: A lot of characters we see in the first season are based on real historical people. Bad-cop Saito Hajime, for example, has a real-life equivalent who was also a member of the Shinsengumi, AND was also a police officer. Kenshin himself was based on a real assassin also famous for a style resembling Battou-jutsu. And no, he didn’t have flaming red hair, nor does he say “Oro!” every time somebody smacked him.</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Best Characters: Fruits Basket</span></span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.animepaper.net/upload/thumbs/wallpapers/Fruits-Basket/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Fruits-Basket_anji_7952.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 232px;" src="http://www.animepaper.net/upload/thumbs/wallpapers/Fruits-Basket/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Fruits-Basket_anji_7952.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Tohru Honda’s a young girl who lives all alone in a tent, and supports herself by holding down a job. But despite her tough life, she still keeps a happy and cheerful attitude. Her life takes a turn for the weird when she befriends school heartthrob Yuki Sohma, and ends up living at the Sohma household. It is here that she discovers their family secret – each member is possessed by an animal in the Chinese zodiac, and they turn into their animal form when they’re touched by the opposite gender, or when they’re stressed out!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fave Factor: Cute guys galore! Yuki’s just one example of the many wacky characters you’ll find in the Sohma household, and each of them transforms into a cute animal! Yuki turns into a mouse, by the way. Kawaii!</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Best Powers: Yu Yu Hakusho (Ghost Fighter)</span></span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.northarc.com/images/yyh/Yuyu_a_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.northarc.com/images/yyh/Yuyu_a_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />When school delinquent Yuusuke Urameshi (Eugene) is killed in a car accident while saving a kid’s life, the spirit world offers him a job as a spirit detective. Yuusuke goes from a cocky neighborhood punk into one of the most powerful spirit warriors in the world, while fighting meaner (and cooler) demons along the way. This is a good ol’ fashioned slugfest.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fave Factor: All the fighters have their own unique powers. Yuusuke has his trademark Spirit Gun (Rei/Ray Gun), his best friend Kuwabara (Alfred) has a laser…er…Spirit Sword, Kurama (Dennis) has his Rose whip and plant abilities, and Hiei (Vincent) has a wicked third eye, which allows him to summon a demonic black dragon.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Best Wardrobe: Cardcaptor Sakura</span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crimsonnight.com/assets/images/Card_Captor_Sakura_202.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.crimsonnight.com/assets/images/Card_Captor_Sakura_202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Sakura Kinomoto accidentally opens a magical book, which unleashes beings called Clow Cards on the world. It’s up to her, the card guardian Keroberos (Kero-chan), her video cameratoting best friend Tomoyo, and her magic-wielding rival Lee Syaoran to find the cards, even as the story behind these cards and the creator, Clow Reed, unfolds.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fave Factor: They say this series has more costumes than there are Clow Cards – they weren’t kidding! Almost every episode’s got a new (uber-cute) costume for Sakura, all handcrafted by Tomoyo-chan, each with a look as unique as the series’ Clow Cards.</span></span> </div>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-47844755083562784942008-12-25T18:23:00.022+08:002008-12-26T11:21:30.925+08:00Your Health. Your Feces.<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hi guys. found this funny way of looking at your health. Hehe.</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dietary fibers and lactobacillus bifidus are essential for a healthy and comfortable life. The best feces are like bananas. They are modestly hard with no strong smell. Answer the following questions to see whether you have healthy feces or not.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Do they float?</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBReFtdMNJBCKxcilxZpmp2Rkr9S0_xiZ4slxqiZ_f4dopGPppXDvsNiPACi3RHXRJZU0jSFCLqpA2NZPtIyVM5N7U21vc6zZgL5ztX-CEyzN7JqIbWERAAMamPLDJYoWrVxWh91jiyIon/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 66px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBReFtdMNJBCKxcilxZpmp2Rkr9S0_xiZ4slxqiZ_f4dopGPppXDvsNiPACi3RHXRJZU0jSFCLqpA2NZPtIyVM5N7U21vc6zZgL5ztX-CEyzN7JqIbWERAAMamPLDJYoWrVxWh91jiyIon/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283672177136750306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes… 1 point</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No… 2 points</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">How soft are they?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIjQ2YIKmhDl6rYEjXUbjV6PIBfb7zaEJricwnFoaVoy998GJpGfG-l8gEs2NwA6-CS210ZPMVmU66pNzYPNC10ZpXnNJxhs-cASmUHKJOr7U_0EEt1E_RP6zqBQ8TeIQLnCKPWu0-X0KX/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 63px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIjQ2YIKmhDl6rYEjXUbjV6PIBfb7zaEJricwnFoaVoy998GJpGfG-l8gEs2NwA6-CS210ZPMVmU66pNzYPNC10ZpXnNJxhs-cASmUHKJOr7U_0EEt1E_RP6zqBQ8TeIQLnCKPWu0-X0KX/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283672351465048610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like toothpaste... 1 point</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">They look hard… 2 points</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />How much do they weigh? (haha!)</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yY6erxWkjsk39bLF1F5WrYqAsWSNrCfaFYx-kBvI80KFVEeT5jrkdlU3GwjA_WEwd-T0en_B9fwObZzsA83uQQKsRAbG7bd3z0_379if-vwlmT66fSJc5or6yWMlSirx4MLmYwCls4eJ/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 62px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yY6erxWkjsk39bLF1F5WrYqAsWSNrCfaFYx-kBvI80KFVEeT5jrkdlU3GwjA_WEwd-T0en_B9fwObZzsA83uQQKsRAbG7bd3z0_379if-vwlmT66fSJc5or6yWMlSirx4MLmYwCls4eJ/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283672486290488162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Over 200g… 1 point</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Below 200g… 2 points</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Do they smell?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByQDNzrCL9SxHJlCj63VOszcK_Q8qXoHLvMA2u2_tkwehJJIugMlkz2sprCHMIHnXSErFihW06IdIr4rXA4zmoCxZUO9g6dU_AJ2VqsGWl2Rwu1KG5hfUNAnCfrRIHdNu5gHfBUzPP7ID/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 58px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByQDNzrCL9SxHJlCj63VOszcK_Q8qXoHLvMA2u2_tkwehJJIugMlkz2sprCHMIHnXSErFihW06IdIr4rXA4zmoCxZUO9g6dU_AJ2VqsGWl2Rwu1KG5hfUNAnCfrRIHdNu5gHfBUzPP7ID/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283672774848102802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">They don’t smell much… 1 point</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Badly… 2 points</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">How often do you evacuate?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPN5XOubnKoHoyFSyPzP1-aIMrO4lyIPOFwdNDMbuYTf-dE-a79aiyVCZ_4M9DXDDmIQp2nUzqi1Xlmyt6TVNA-1qmYXa0YZUCcVMyrxr79heM0vKjNE1xvsxE3HVKs3Z7NFyn8lOY9Rr/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 63px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPN5XOubnKoHoyFSyPzP1-aIMrO4lyIPOFwdNDMbuYTf-dE-a79aiyVCZ_4M9DXDDmIQp2nUzqi1Xlmyt6TVNA-1qmYXa0YZUCcVMyrxr79heM0vKjNE1xvsxE3HVKs3Z7NFyn8lOY9Rr/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283673248963138258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Once a day… 1 point</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Not every day… 2 points</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">What's their usual color?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZO1yWrG_f0rrjmi8btSDFt-YvS54nR9LSLlnN4M5gDdjQAdzH4XGy4NLRCmGPl4JchWQvNmkv2ponGvhU-sH9o5NmdlXf1USoY-2qtQswkQop0ZuzmdKW7ys38tfN2NFdUneeWZ_X5wD/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 56px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZO1yWrG_f0rrjmi8btSDFt-YvS54nR9LSLlnN4M5gDdjQAdzH4XGy4NLRCmGPl4JchWQvNmkv2ponGvhU-sH9o5NmdlXf1USoY-2qtQswkQop0ZuzmdKW7ys38tfN2NFdUneeWZ_X5wD/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283673448146090434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yellow… 1 point</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dark brown… 2 points</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Their shape?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzB2Q-6ryKTuM8fLUe1XT0WD-FA9YpnPPph0BAU_Syoy_Jh52wvhc_2SsBtxS4NNIX382hHNO69HVzN2gfFqVHuufOHE0-3LJPHcsbEmL6YsiiQdiVyG5e_A0og-vrtDbzs7yFSzkpFh_/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 42px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzB2Q-6ryKTuM8fLUe1XT0WD-FA9YpnPPph0BAU_Syoy_Jh52wvhc_2SsBtxS4NNIX382hHNO69HVzN2gfFqVHuufOHE0-3LJPHcsbEmL6YsiiQdiVyG5e_A0og-vrtDbzs7yFSzkpFh_/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283673813216506002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like pebbles… 2 points<br /></span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4A9IEHL53KGAlJoFIjSOeSCVN52HpC70LNK-ZmFGc7IPrlBZVIIM7lOp6T4KPpXAM4NQI4DAXTduL3SLJljL9BrCgaR06yiyyTmKeaFqgDA7nx0jU6bE0sDar2L8P_vYUsNURljX8lI8/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 42px; height: 41px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4A9IEHL53KGAlJoFIjSOeSCVN52HpC70LNK-ZmFGc7IPrlBZVIIM7lOp6T4KPpXAM4NQI4DAXTduL3SLJljL9BrCgaR06yiyyTmKeaFqgDA7nx0jU6bE0sDar2L8P_vYUsNURljX8lI8/s200/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283674973669836722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like paste… 1 point</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W9gPlQRKw_fXciqJvW1BJssJJMYP7pWBwVs5IZcwuaC8IWyEEGwcBKbxSWUPu8Kri7VZEJfcpv_klAX8iTZuocsOB9o7ljQYFGidM-3MUxG9sGS5sPY1S03J8MMyExu6EvP6LD9ZoeGE/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 43px; height: 42px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W9gPlQRKw_fXciqJvW1BJssJJMYP7pWBwVs5IZcwuaC8IWyEEGwcBKbxSWUPu8Kri7VZEJfcpv_klAX8iTZuocsOB9o7ljQYFGidM-3MUxG9sGS5sPY1S03J8MMyExu6EvP6LD9ZoeGE/s200/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283675222490634130" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Like banana… 1 point</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvHuukFnk-w8wMuKEDSCVz9OvrqWBA0W33phNb4Nwe7t60kb1wqp2uwFyhfXVPGSaGzcJQyDbGaSwrqZZi5pqzzY355fvIrpxP_U_qSt2Gy1WMusy0XlvGOSQLecS2ny3c9CKELMD6HVU/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 48px; height: 44px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvHuukFnk-w8wMuKEDSCVz9OvrqWBA0W33phNb4Nwe7t60kb1wqp2uwFyhfXVPGSaGzcJQyDbGaSwrqZZi5pqzzY355fvIrpxP_U_qSt2Gy1WMusy0XlvGOSQLecS2ny3c9CKELMD6HVU/s200/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283675569866017698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like stones ... 2 points</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOF3gjDgdOGcOvi7VEmyv6XJ7Gwy1AIybRW-uqZ9883chA78E3K-gh0lit-m4LHDQvFIPzdq4LHZt00nsO7xh4MgudSaPP-IZfGZbsWJz664y2hjIm9H-OsonpJofBeJjdyJ66NP2DqTz/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 46px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOF3gjDgdOGcOvi7VEmyv6XJ7Gwy1AIybRW-uqZ9883chA78E3K-gh0lit-m4LHDQvFIPzdq4LHZt00nsO7xh4MgudSaPP-IZfGZbsWJz664y2hjIm9H-OsonpJofBeJjdyJ66NP2DqTz/s200/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283676084944562226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like mud… 2 points</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5HGJ-j6u3z1sKVPZt_qtvJYp0ObyIv9htD7jErcCwnhDbONJYG_R6UxFZ2Mp-Lfa9YhNFT8HFIoa4WLRM7_8KabCYkJAbL7FPwEQ0WGzd1g_ph8mV8rBSFVBlWQ9-Dk8dBlDKjAi5mln/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 54px; height: 49px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5HGJ-j6u3z1sKVPZt_qtvJYp0ObyIv9htD7jErcCwnhDbONJYG_R6UxFZ2Mp-Lfa9YhNFT8HFIoa4WLRM7_8KabCYkJAbL7FPwEQ0WGzd1g_ph8mV8rBSFVBlWQ9-Dk8dBlDKjAi5mln/s200/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283680076043531090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like that of liquid... 2 points</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you score:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">7-9 points, You are quite healthy</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">10-12 points, Be careful with what you eat. Take more food with dietary fiber.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">13-14 points, Warning! If this continues, you should see a doctor.</span><br /><br /></span>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-3337952332349058202008-12-18T17:09:00.010+08:002008-12-20T12:45:21.526+08:0018 -- What's With This Number?<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Christmas – it’s supposed to be merry. But what happened earlier today is something totally revolting. Two of the most crowded shopping stores in the city – <i style="">Unicity</i> and <i style="">Jerry’s, </i>have been blasted. Another threat, and so many lives have already been sold at a loss.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">The city has been in a State of Calamity last November <b style="">18</b>, 2007. On January <b style="">18</b>, 2008, some part of <i style="">Brgy. Mahayahay</i> was burned down, causing plight into a number of lives. And of course, who could ever forget the tragic “<i style="">MILF</i>” attacks in Lanao del Norte? It happened on August <span style="font-weight: bold;">18</span>, 2008. And then earlier today, the bombing in <i style="">Unicity</i> and <i style="">Jerry's</i>– Dec. <span style="font-weight: bold;">18</span>, 2008. Isn’t it weird that these tragic, remarkable incidences happened on the same date? I don't know, just find it weird…and scary. Or maybe they’re just pure coincidences? But, whatever. Beware.</span> </p>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-17605032719690123022008-12-18T00:57:00.018+08:002008-12-18T08:49:23.771+08:00Lomo Iligan!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicw8VzLFFGVzuThdmlDNJWoKuhMLWqJKkTX-R3JkLUu55CwsFMtnf-vjKol3FXM1ONtZ2NrlPwq70vmg0YFpiuKQana50bew4loXzff7pLXUU7kqPWfqRBC87qHcvKOf80XGZqMWitMkiw/s1600-h/he.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicw8VzLFFGVzuThdmlDNJWoKuhMLWqJKkTX-R3JkLUu55CwsFMtnf-vjKol3FXM1ONtZ2NrlPwq70vmg0YFpiuKQana50bew4loXzff7pLXUU7kqPWfqRBC87qHcvKOf80XGZqMWitMkiw/s320/he.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280804300111192162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4x3KcM5pBJulSTH92ykxK7lHpWeyhzqEFSYI213nd09SHe4VUhDPLsihskCGQC1-v9ILhoxY1LavDFIxWdK-Zt-El5WTRThMrrZPaFKsFu1b98oQ10LqiBw0cWOrj0Xfbqvx_4qo41cX2/s1600-h/hehe.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4x3KcM5pBJulSTH92ykxK7lHpWeyhzqEFSYI213nd09SHe4VUhDPLsihskCGQC1-v9ILhoxY1LavDFIxWdK-Zt-El5WTRThMrrZPaFKsFu1b98oQ10LqiBw0cWOrj0Xfbqvx_4qo41cX2/s320/hehe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280804390075807218" border="0" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Impressive? These shots are unedited. They’re actually taken from a lomo cam, Holga120N. A lomo camera is typically film-based, producing quality photos in an oldskul effect. It is basically designed so since its details outline authentic quality. It’s bulky and square-faced, pretty retro for the digicam generation. And the results? awe-inspiring! (you can see for yourself). Every shot is incomparable since the features of the cam make each picture unique. Not to mention that it’s cheap. Prices range from 1k plus to about 20. Cool, huh?</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Lomo cameras produce these unique, wonderful pics, but nevertheless, creative mindsets would surely find ways for an alternative when these cams aren’t available – and that is, faking lomo using Photoshop! Hehe. Below are a few “lomographs” of my “beloved” city. Hehe. :) :</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">the <span style="font-style: italic;">before's</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">after's</span>:</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmiO5Jio7zZ__1VQJ2NWlqliX7c62no_a4tAP_fgCI0kZrJAbMEsdyMVPH59gMxglBPp_kbJsuD3_TOu7YCSvLTH16TCKA4FcXpabgV7dhtH2rchXzJg2Rw1z_87JniB9Q1iN3AqLqJb0/s1600-h/S7300009.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmiO5Jio7zZ__1VQJ2NWlqliX7c62no_a4tAP_fgCI0kZrJAbMEsdyMVPH59gMxglBPp_kbJsuD3_TOu7YCSvLTH16TCKA4FcXpabgV7dhtH2rchXzJg2Rw1z_87JniB9Q1iN3AqLqJb0/s320/S7300009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280804959457025570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLqpUWrWtJrZSDNmac45OZguCApRxkEipP-a1K4LwcaNnaVVsbDVo2tiyz66LQ1fup563zfV1DsYUWYFWi1aWgYExZOUqFHsUKztjcWMpT9MSHZ-0jRFfL7a4ZBOLjvfQMBTCn1QGJ2uT/s1600-h/S7300009+lomo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLqpUWrWtJrZSDNmac45OZguCApRxkEipP-a1K4LwcaNnaVVsbDVo2tiyz66LQ1fup563zfV1DsYUWYFWi1aWgYExZOUqFHsUKztjcWMpT9MSHZ-0jRFfL7a4ZBOLjvfQMBTCn1QGJ2uT/s320/S7300009+lomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280805391653021026" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6YItbhxaSJpC5WSI5hB60q18wBlDmKhV1Vb7F6C9pyCSso9Bvmr9kUcf1mK2EkswEF9QUGGp84Bz1M-VLlg_BUHlVfqKPGoP4SZr0TZOF7Ms0u7Jn3pn_5VSHnQFsPWoBNiUBmoKKlgb/s1600-h/orig.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6YItbhxaSJpC5WSI5hB60q18wBlDmKhV1Vb7F6C9pyCSso9Bvmr9kUcf1mK2EkswEF9QUGGp84Bz1M-VLlg_BUHlVfqKPGoP4SZr0TZOF7Ms0u7Jn3pn_5VSHnQFsPWoBNiUBmoKKlgb/s320/orig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280805754258489570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVS_4QATZ84Sf25RwIX6VILTl03xYXOYUKN_7KzDxOTQiUKvsa3huJpKx2mfi67_7e2AhQQdiocUX_bnnZCJdR9M-UvopAm5pisRFvXZW1AnRtzXmOCPGtLZI_4UKcU1EdmQd_ptjtirey/s1600-h/S7300004+lomo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVS_4QATZ84Sf25RwIX6VILTl03xYXOYUKN_7KzDxOTQiUKvsa3huJpKx2mfi67_7e2AhQQdiocUX_bnnZCJdR9M-UvopAm5pisRFvXZW1AnRtzXmOCPGtLZI_4UKcU1EdmQd_ptjtirey/s320/S7300004+lomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280806327272040274" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOb07JcO_pqXWogHrlzVVH7gFwd0WhP-1J_o3_2iIx4KD8Kne8w61ausV3RYABjSXvV157BUE1g5F4wUhple2NskudGfyFCnmgOWcIT7huHQjk5q8EaDTq2FVx6UTy6vpJPt_otXz2On4/s1600-h/S7300011.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOb07JcO_pqXWogHrlzVVH7gFwd0WhP-1J_o3_2iIx4KD8Kne8w61ausV3RYABjSXvV157BUE1g5F4wUhple2NskudGfyFCnmgOWcIT7huHQjk5q8EaDTq2FVx6UTy6vpJPt_otXz2On4/s320/S7300011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280806818256348306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybUET2Ixu8LAs0kwcdL3W1xz2bldcqLnPaWHjdy352aNOJGemOdbf5QNVrTf5mJDRvBGrlTvfTJzY4SPVrn6gstFfUyGcYwrPiStb7JbiA4EJ0OCxceETiFYJ7SLIQ2jVaodHdTMw_xV6/s1600-h/S7300011+lomo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybUET2Ixu8LAs0kwcdL3W1xz2bldcqLnPaWHjdy352aNOJGemOdbf5QNVrTf5mJDRvBGrlTvfTJzY4SPVrn6gstFfUyGcYwrPiStb7JbiA4EJ0OCxceETiFYJ7SLIQ2jVaodHdTMw_xV6/s320/S7300011+lomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280807399180206530" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You can find a lot of nice <a href="http://photoshoptutorials.ws/photoshop-tutorials/photo-effects/lomography.html">tutorials</a> on how to transform your pics into lomo. There are also a lot of action presets that you can download from <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/">deviantart.</a><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Action presets are used in photoshop to record your activity, or ‘play’ your defined actions. Download the presets, drag them into photoshop, and just click the ‘play’ button and they will hasten the work for you.</span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-73890242730172677842008-12-17T11:20:00.004+08:002008-12-17T11:40:16.417+08:00Featured Album: The Shade of Poison Trees<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqNUj3pZsIAtOemRDMbqRIMrFUeJcRZYl5De1_aCh-RXPtL4e7magWbTrOptfANE1Kfh4pFlgKnoC7AJuRtJ1Tu8Sh-WAFeqTtTjFzrPPEhDOLGmKPUZW6l7y7nW-h_kcuu-BedSTTzpJ/s1600-h/shade+of+poison+trees.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqNUj3pZsIAtOemRDMbqRIMrFUeJcRZYl5De1_aCh-RXPtL4e7magWbTrOptfANE1Kfh4pFlgKnoC7AJuRtJ1Tu8Sh-WAFeqTtTjFzrPPEhDOLGmKPUZW6l7y7nW-h_kcuu-BedSTTzpJ/s320/shade+of+poison+trees.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280596137562361698" border="0" /></a></span> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;">This is so far, the latest album of the band, Dashboard Confessional. <i>The Shade of Poison Trees</i> is heralded as a return to form, so to speak, departing from the “emo” style that Chris Carrabba pioneered, breaking away from the electric, full band sound of their previous two albums (<i style="">Dusk and Summer</i> and <i style="">A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar</i>) and returning to the acoustic sound that he was previously known for. The album comes a little over a year after the release of <i>Dusk and Summer.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><o:p> </o:p></i></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;">"These Bones" was Dashboard Confessional's second single off the album and was inspired by Stephenie Meyer's <a href="http://www.blogger.com/stepheniemeyer.com/twilightseries.html">Twilight</a> series of books.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;">I’ve been an avid fan of Dashboard Confessional since I first heard “The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most”… Chris Carrabba has been crafting his lyrics in brandmarked poetry. <i style="">The Shade of Poison Trees</i> is a great album with pure acoustics in its entirety. <span style=""> </span>Favorites among the list are: <i style="">Where There’s Gold, These Bones, Fever Dreams, </i>and<i style=""> Matters of Blood and Connection</i>.<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGs1_Mslbb_RymEeotoYeDiBwZuiop_hBfQNSwgMJ1IEsgTn-OduCfchPFHShCqchTKNQPA6jbQi4kcw67ztkVFw23cKgMuAsd40y2CvUBgG8yKhNEn3W4w_qBgtAAc99h2lu6_r8I6to/s1600-h/chris+carrabba%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGs1_Mslbb_RymEeotoYeDiBwZuiop_hBfQNSwgMJ1IEsgTn-OduCfchPFHShCqchTKNQPA6jbQi4kcw67ztkVFw23cKgMuAsd40y2CvUBgG8yKhNEn3W4w_qBgtAAc99h2lu6_r8I6to/s320/chris+carrabba%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280596142602079986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Fever Dreams. Chris Carrabba - so contagious. hehe ;p</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></div>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-43321715991159047262008-12-17T10:06:00.001+08:002008-12-17T10:10:02.437+08:00Ho Ho Ho!<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It’s 10:00 on a rainy morning. The cold of the winter breeze serves as a relief from the ever so hot weather during the usual days. It’s a time where you get to enjoy a cup of hot coffee, and lounge about lazily, just… staring at the computer. And then, suddenly, as if carried across by some gentle wind, you hear your favorite Christmas song (The Christmas Alphabet) chanting on the radio. The music, the beat, the percussions, and even the scent of your coffee spiraling through your nostrils…how they bring chills upon your shoulders, rising up your lips with a torrent of great merriment. And you find yourself smiling in realizing that it’s that time of the year again. The carols, the bells, the lights, the gifts, the great cheers, the blessings, and all the joy… the yuletide season blossoming forth its warm, frolicking glee. Merry Christmas! Wish it be all year round. <span style="">:)</span></span> </p>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-52744825577014403192008-12-14T16:12:00.001+08:002008-12-14T16:16:46.437+08:00Unkempt Realities<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;">This is a poem I wrote 4 years ago. It’s supposed to be a love poem. Hehe. Then, I thought of love as something that encompasses every flaw… so this poem is all about those “flaws”. The last line, “you’re held in high esteem” is, for me, another way of saying “I love you”. </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing">Unkempt Realities<o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing">Sometimes, you can't find the words to say<br />just what you really want to...<br />You get suppressed by fear and shame,<br />You'd rather leave a part of you empty<br />But is that how your life goes?<br />Sometimes, you're given subtle chances and refuse<br />There are a lot of lies that you can run to,<br />So you could seek their refuge... and betrayal;<br />Sometimes, you get egotistical of beauty and wit,<br />But you know that they're only fleeting;<br />And someday, they'll just become memories in pictures and photographs,<br />As you witness your youth pass before your eyes;<br />Soon, your reflection will tell a lie of how you used to be;<br />That's one truth that we don't really mind to see,<br />And you're often wrapped up in negligence;<br />There are too many questions...<br />Yet you choose to leave them unanswered;<br />Sometimes, you blind yourself from the truth,<br />And you get overwhelmed by your weaknesses;<br />Sometimes, you take for granted time... and people;<br />But won't you recognize what you got 'til it's gone?<br />Sometimes, you get disgusted by a person's stupidity,<br />But sooner or later, you'll realize what lies behind that annoyance;<br />Sometimes, you try to hide your emotions and pretend a smile or a frown;<br />But eyes never lie... they speak of your reality;<br />You confidently wear your mask... to the point of your own detriment;<br />Sometimes, you even get tired of what life requires you to do;<br />Death has its own gift though-life's appreciation;<br />But is it the only way for you to realize worth?<br />You may try to hide it,<br />But, sometimes, you get too emotional... that you'd choose to be numb;<br />These truths… are often failed to be recognized;<br />But what will become of them...<br />If slowly, shards of you are falling,<br />Too tiny to put up together,<br />And the pieces' cutting edges bruise?<br />Time races fast pages.......<br />Someday could come so soon<br />Misleading tendencies could clutch you... if you let them;<br />They could drag you to a mist of changes,<br />You could find influences in both the right and wrong places,<br />And changing for the better could be the hardest thing to do;<br />But, just remember the things that make you who you are...<br />You're held in high esteem.</p>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-36081084026510176952008-12-13T20:31:00.009+08:002008-12-14T13:52:52.123+08:00Twelve Days of Christmas -- Cracked<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Familiar with the song, 12 Days of Christmas?.. Ever wonder what it signifies? Because if you take this song literally, you won’t appreciate it that much. What’s with the geese? The birds? The hens? Let me share with you what I've learned from my C.L. (Christian Living) class way back high school.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">12 Days of Christmas</span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">True Love – God<br />Me – Baptized Person<br />Partridge in a Pear Tree – Jesus Christ<br />Two Turtle Doves – Old Testament and New Testament<br />Three French Hens – Three Theological Virtues (Faith, Hope, Love)<br />Four Calling Birds – the Gospels<br />Five Golden Rings – Pentateuch (the First Five Books – Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy)<br />Six Geese a-Laying – Six Days of Creation<br />Seven Swans a-Swimming – Seven Sacraments / Gifts of the Holy Spirit<br />Eight Maids a-Milking – Eight Beautitudes<br />Nine Ladies Dancing – Nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit<br />Ten Lords a-Leaping – The Ten Commandments<br />Eleven Pipers Piping – 11 Faithful Apostles<br />Twelve Drummers Drumming – Twelve Tenets (Apostles’ Creed)</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">People in earlier times were denied the right to bring glory to Christ. In order for them to commend this special season, they entailed a secret meaning into this song. <span style=""> </span>So the next time you hear it, remember what the gifts really are. ;)</span></p>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207071568439838023.post-44808125192129564282008-12-13T09:57:00.004+08:002008-12-18T02:03:21.226+08:00Christmas Gift from My Mom<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I was at school yesterday, so I wasn’t able to go to cdo (Cagayan de Oro) with my mom and titas. It could have been an opportunity for me to look for a nice gift for my <i style="">Manito</i> since I don’t have any idea what to buy here… because I don’t think this city has a lot of options for gifts. lol. Anyway, when she came home, she said that she won’t bother wrapping up her presents to put them down the christmas tree… she then handed them right over. Hehe. It’s a shirt from Artwork that says, “Sometimes I just wave to people I don’t know”. Haha. Thanks ma!<span style=""> </span>love it and love her! ^-^</span></p>breihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520521562281031531noreply@blogger.com0