<?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-10357164</id><updated>2011-08-23T12:35:24.481+08:00</updated><category term='mobile'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='cholo'/><category term='construction site'/><category term='wicked'/><category term='2009'/><category term='end of the world'/><category term='news'/><category term='favorite websites'/><category term='movies'/><category term='pon and zi'/><category term='epic conversations'/><category term='kilikili'/><category term='ash'/><category term='hanakimi'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='fairy tales'/><category term='celebrity death'/><category term='grey&apos;s 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TIME</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>720</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7979134168443184766</id><published>2009-09-19T02:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:30:01.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G'Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kalatkid.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SrPTHVvAPkI/AAAAAAAABFU/1CEFC7Xdoiw/s400/announcement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382878102684712514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that image says it all. It's been a good (more or less) 5 years here. But I think it's time to move on. I'll still keep this blog alive in case I ever feel the need to move back, but for now I'm &lt;a href="http://kalatkid.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalatkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Project 365 blog&lt;/a&gt; is still at it's old home at least until my domain problem gets fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SEE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalatkid.byethost32.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-7979134168443184766?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7979134168443184766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=7979134168443184766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7979134168443184766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7979134168443184766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/gbye.html' title='G&apos;Bye'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SrPTHVvAPkI/AAAAAAAABFU/1CEFC7Xdoiw/s72-c/announcement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4089214036588259681</id><published>2009-09-16T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:03:57.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>On Domains</title><content type='html'>Seriously considering moving on and shutting down this blog to get a domain of my own and start a new blog. I've had this blog for over 4 years and it's been peppered with too much drama. Not that I'm saying I'm too old for drama and that my new blog (if ever I start one) will be rid of it. I'm not. Because that's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think I need to cross out one thing from my to-do list (which is to get a domain) and start fresh (hitting two birds with one stone, doncha think?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isawbandit.com or kalatkid.com?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamhost.com/domreg.cgi"&gt;Dreamhost.com&lt;/a&gt;'s a good place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://payU2blog.com"&gt;and maybe earn a bit on the side&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A domain will set me back about P500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4089214036588259681?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4089214036588259681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4089214036588259681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4089214036588259681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4089214036588259681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-domains.html' title='On Domains'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5332835731675974246</id><published>2009-09-16T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:06:45.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listology.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oc-d'/><title type='text'>Enabling your OCD one list a time</title><content type='html'>That was the tagline for this awesome awesome site I came across &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.listology.com/"&gt;Listology.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The short answer to the question above is this: &lt;b&gt;Listology is a repository of movie, book, music, television and other lists.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how I'm not the only one obsessed with making lists (Yes, I tend to think that no one can out-awesome me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.listology.com/user/register"&gt;Join me?&lt;/a&gt; (although I have yet to create an account)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-5332835731675974246?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5332835731675974246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5332835731675974246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5332835731675974246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5332835731675974246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/enabling-your-ocd-one-list-time.html' title='Enabling your OCD one list a time'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-3606811108403994979</id><published>2009-09-16T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:57:52.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>30 things before I'm 30</title><content type='html'>Yes, I love my lists. There's this giddy feeling I get in my stomach everytime I cross out one item from my list -done, delivered, accomplished, decided, WIN! Plus making lists serves as a guide for me. It helps me decide on the important things I've got going like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what's my next purchase?&lt;br /&gt;2. what do I need to bring to my trip in __?&lt;br /&gt;3. do i need to submit anything today?&lt;br /&gt;4. how much money do i have left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a new list to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 things before I'm 30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty self-explanatory list, doncha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the problem is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT TO PUT IN MY LIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to hurry. I only have 5 years til I hit the big 3-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much stuff I want to do, places to travel, people to meet - but they all exceed 30 things. So for this I need to get my priorities straight. I'll be 30 in 5 years. I need to get this right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What about you? Anything you want to do before you're 30?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-3606811108403994979?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/3606811108403994979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=3606811108403994979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3606811108403994979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3606811108403994979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/30-things-before-im-30.html' title='30 things before I&apos;m 30'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5582016407856091032</id><published>2009-09-15T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:09:19.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patrick swayze'/><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sq8vZbdSaNI/AAAAAAAABEU/7hPo91sTWRE/s1600-h/tumblr_kpzmfsEICs1qzk2upo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sq8vZbdSaNI/AAAAAAAABEU/7hPo91sTWRE/s400/tumblr_kpzmfsEICs1qzk2upo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381572193644865746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ms Vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything,&lt;br /&gt;Julie Newmar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-5582016407856091032?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5582016407856091032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5582016407856091032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5582016407856091032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5582016407856091032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sq8vZbdSaNI/AAAAAAAABEU/7hPo91sTWRE/s72-c/tumblr_kpzmfsEICs1qzk2upo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7041273876847246921</id><published>2009-09-15T07:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:47:27.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='construction site'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50mm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Guess who's up at 6 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sq7MeXsui-I/AAAAAAAABEM/X5YDQBi-9B8/s1600-h/Day+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sq7MeXsui-I/AAAAAAAABEM/X5YDQBi-9B8/s400/Day+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381463426884078562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kalatkid/sets/72157622161151635/"&gt;Flickr photostream&lt;/a&gt; for more of my Project 365 pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-7041273876847246921?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7041273876847246921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=7041273876847246921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7041273876847246921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7041273876847246921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/guess-whos-up-at-6-in-morning.html' title='Guess who&apos;s up at 6 in the morning'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sq7MeXsui-I/AAAAAAAABEM/X5YDQBi-9B8/s72-c/Day+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4476742016409792980</id><published>2009-09-13T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:47:37.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>My Pencils</title><content type='html'>It took me the lack of an idea for my 7th Project 365 to remind me that I have completely abandoned my other project: the draw at least once a day project. I haven't picked up my sketchpad and my pencils since I started taking pictures. So I really should change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sq0FkZB9KoI/AAAAAAAABD0/xeUsGAql_LE/s1600-h/Day+7+Pencils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sq0FkZB9KoI/AAAAAAAABD0/xeUsGAql_LE/s400/Day+7+Pencils.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380963252530129538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more of my Project 365, visit my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kalatkid/sets/72157622161151635/"&gt;Flickr Photostream&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4476742016409792980?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4476742016409792980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4476742016409792980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4476742016409792980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4476742016409792980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-pencils.html' title='My Pencils'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sq0FkZB9KoI/AAAAAAAABD0/xeUsGAql_LE/s72-c/Day+7+Pencils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4494074004345518748</id><published>2009-09-13T15:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:07:44.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delish your dish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food is Good Food is Good</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't like to eat? I mean seriously, who doesn't? Even the kids with disorders like to eat, that's why they developed disorders in the first place. They like it too much. (Please don't take me seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I stumbled upon this tumbler page, I nearly cried. From happiness. Too much pretty food, with recipes to boot! I wanted to run out to the grocery immediately and buy ingredients. If only I wasn't too lazy to get up from my bed, and broke too. So I just decided to satisfy myself with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqyk6uY3oyI/AAAAAAAABC8/73BdyR5hkIY/s1600-h/NddkxVnRrqrsc9srwSI39CZio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqyk6uY3oyI/AAAAAAAABC8/73BdyR5hkIY/s400/NddkxVnRrqrsc9srwSI39CZio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380856983592608546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peanut butter S'mores with Crispy Bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqylT4fe_uI/AAAAAAAABDE/cl4erYGLa-0/s1600-h/IMG_1324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqylT4fe_uI/AAAAAAAABDE/cl4erYGLa-0/s400/IMG_1324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380857415801437922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate Pudding Tart with Grasshopper Cookie Crust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqylmTAVgjI/AAAAAAAABDM/lHTMS6Tt0FE/s1600-h/NddkxVnRrq0tfbolKANLt4aQo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqylmTAVgjI/AAAAAAAABDM/lHTMS6Tt0FE/s400/NddkxVnRrq0tfbolKANLt4aQo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380857732156195378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eggplant Bake with Tempeh Stuffed Mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqyl-69OFSI/AAAAAAAABDU/KU3XtNljQ7w/s1600-h/NddkxVnRrpkvpb1pag1iv9lbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqyl-69OFSI/AAAAAAAABDU/KU3XtNljQ7w/s400/NddkxVnRrpkvpb1pag1iv9lbo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380858155197404450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Breakfast of Champions) Eggo Waffle Eggwich with Strawberry and Blueberry Preserves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqymYOc_UgI/AAAAAAAABDk/wG1apThOdNI/s1600-h/NddkxVnRrp0yqw93Q6QQuW9So1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqymYOc_UgI/AAAAAAAABDk/wG1apThOdNI/s400/NddkxVnRrp0yqw93Q6QQuW9So1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380858589927657986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roasted Vegetable Stack with Tofu and Low-Fat Roasted Garlic Goat Cheese Pesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, right? The quickest way to my heart is through my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://delishyourdish.com/"&gt;Delishyourdish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for recipies, pretty food pictures, and a growling stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please cook for me. I will love you forever. :)&lt;br /&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/10357164-4494074004345518748?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4494074004345518748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4494074004345518748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4494074004345518748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4494074004345518748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-is-good-food-is-good.html' title='Food is Good Food is Good'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqyk6uY3oyI/AAAAAAAABC8/73BdyR5hkIY/s72-c/NddkxVnRrqrsc9srwSI39CZio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-1468073153468428720</id><published>2009-09-11T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:15:30.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theme song'/><title type='text'>Which Beatles Song Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are "Across the Universe"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&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://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatbeatlessongareyouquiz/across.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are spiritual, deep, and at peace. You try to keep life in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but realize how small you are in the universe. You're just thankful you exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a stream of consciousness thinker. You just let your thoughts flow, even when they don't make sense initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust your intuition to guide you. You know that whatever is in your heart is right and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.blogthings.com/whatbeatlessongareyouquiz/"&gt;What Beatles Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Our Quizzes Weren't Written By Bored 12 Year Olds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-1468073153468428720?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/1468073153468428720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=1468073153468428720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/1468073153468428720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/1468073153468428720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/which-beatles-song-are-you.html' title='Which Beatles Song Are You?'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8468150772502255461</id><published>2009-09-11T01:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:50:26.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck marry kill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I'm FAT, not pregnant</title><content type='html'>Kanina mga bandang ala-syete, hinahanda ko nanaman ang sarili ko para maghapunan sa bagong-bagong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. Awa ng diyos, biglang tumawag si &lt;a href="http://hempapaweed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oshti&lt;/a&gt; at nagimbinta para mag hapunan&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Magluluto daw sila nina Mike Cellist at ng girlfriend niya. Aba'y sino ba naman ako para tanggihan ang alok na ito? Libreng pagkain. Hindi KFC. Kasama mga kaibigan. Hmmm. Kailangan pa bang pag-isipan yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqk-NbKuHZI/AAAAAAAABB4/P-oHsnc-ccA/s1600-h/Day+4+Kabab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqk-NbKuHZI/AAAAAAAABB4/P-oHsnc-ccA/s400/Day+4+Kabab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379899630222712210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beef Kabab na timpla ni Oshti.&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/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqk-MxfXVfI/AAAAAAAABBw/owDm2tnfTC8/s1600-h/Day+4+Baked+Potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqk-MxfXVfI/AAAAAAAABBw/owDm2tnfTC8/s400/Day+4+Baked+Potato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379899619035010546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baked Potato na si Mitch ang nag-prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqk-MvX50oI/AAAAAAAABBo/NdX6MgYYxjI/s1600-h/chicken+tandoori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqk-MvX50oI/AAAAAAAABBo/NdX6MgYYxjI/s400/chicken+tandoori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379899618466845314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken Tandoori na gawa ni Mike Cellist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqk-MIk8wwI/AAAAAAAABBg/-CFmkSn2234/s1600-h/Day+4+Caboodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqk-MIk8wwI/AAAAAAAABBg/-CFmkSn2234/s400/Day+4+Caboodle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379899608052581122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At TABULI (sa wakas nalaman ko din ang pangalan nito. Kanina ko pa siya tinatawag na CABOODLE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oo. Wala akong naitulong kanina maliban sa magpatawa, magcomment, umamoy ng pagkain at mag picture! (kung Facebook o Multiply friends tayo, andun ang mga larawan na kinuha ko kanina).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga alas-diyes na din kami naka-kain. Tama lang para limas ang laman ng lamesa. Gutom bago magsimula. Busog na busog pagkatapos. Panalo lahat! Lalo na ang kwentuhan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck Marry Kill Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck the Caboodle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- ang saya! lalo na may pine nuts pine nuts. Lalo na kapag nilagyan nung garlicy yogurt sauce na ginawa ni Mike. Hanep di ba? Gulay ang pinili ko haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marry the Chicken &lt;/span&gt;- ang sarap i-partner dun sa Garlicy Yogurt Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kill - WALA! &lt;/span&gt;(syempre mabait ako na kaibigan eh hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Panalo din iyong Beef Kabab ni Oshti. Masarap ang pagkaka-timpla. Sayang lang at medyo malitid ang karne kaya nakakapagod para sa panga. Ngalay ka na sa kakanguya at wala ng lasa ang kabab sa bibig mo, di pa din siya nadudurog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. eto na din pala ang nagsilbing &lt;a href="http://kalatkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-365-day-4.html"&gt;Project 365 Day 4 ko&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8468150772502255461?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8468150772502255461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8468150772502255461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8468150772502255461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8468150772502255461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-fat-not-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m FAT, not pregnant'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sqk-NbKuHZI/AAAAAAAABB4/P-oHsnc-ccA/s72-c/Day+4+Kabab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5066277100040125067</id><published>2009-09-10T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:22:38.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>Project 365 Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqfT2xzUQgI/AAAAAAAABAw/CqNWXTYMDvM/s1600-h/Day+3+Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqfT2xzUQgI/AAAAAAAABAw/CqNWXTYMDvM/s400/Day+3+Boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379501217952317954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kalatkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-365-day-3.html"&gt;(click here for pictures from my third day of doing Project 365)&lt;/a&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/10357164-5066277100040125067?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5066277100040125067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5066277100040125067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5066277100040125067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5066277100040125067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-365-day-3.html' title='Project 365 Day 3'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqfT2xzUQgI/AAAAAAAABAw/CqNWXTYMDvM/s72-c/Day+3+Boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2962850257822922087</id><published>2009-09-09T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:48:04.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine europa'/><title type='text'>CINE EUROPA</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 5px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 2em; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.2em; font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Arial,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 158, 215); letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A Guide To Cine Europa 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 5px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 2em; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.2em; font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Arial,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 158, 215); letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span class="author" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;by Philbert Ortiz Dy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pubDate" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;posted on Wednesday, September 09, 2009&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/?attrib=2" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Festivals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/?attrib=21" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Shangri-La Plaza becomes home to a wide variety of European films in the 12th edition of &lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Cine Europa&lt;/b&gt;. It’s a big batch of films this year, and choosing what you want to watch can be a chore. So here’s a quick look at all of the films, along with a few recommendations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/just_another_love_story.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one film to catch this year, it’s probably &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12365" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Kærlighed på film&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Just Another Love Story, Ole Bomedal, Denmark 2007). The title is a joke, of course, but one might find similarities in premise to 90s romance &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;While You Were Sleeping&lt;/i&gt;, with a man who falls in love with a woman who gets into an accident and is mistaken for her boyfriend when he visits the hospital. The similarities end at the premise, though. First of all, our hero is married, and his accepting of this fantasy is definitely adulterous in nature. Second, the new life he’s bringing himself into is a violent one, and things aren’t likely to end with a montage set to a pop song. &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Kærlighed på film&lt;/i&gt; is beautifully dark and twisted, a neo-noir film set to the beat of the Danish psyche, all at once thrilling and exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/sundays_on_leave.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running an extremely close second is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12374" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;È pericoloso sporgesi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (Sundays on Leave, Nae Caranfil, Romania 1993). Set in the late in the Ceausescu regime, the movie tells the story of Cristina, a teenage girl who’s being pressured by her boyfriend to have sex with him before he goes off to join the army, and later gets caught up in the complications of a young actor who might be holding a secret. This is director Nae Caranfil’s first feature. He would later direct &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Filantropica&lt;/i&gt;, largely considered one of Romania’s greatest films. Caranfil’s style is already well established here, blending the lives of young people with a heady mix of drama and satire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/give_the_devil_his_due.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest film in this year’s festival is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12366" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;S certy nejsou zerty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Give the Devil His Due, Hynek Bocan, Czech Republic 1984), a delightful little fairytale based loosely on a story by Czech literary icon Bozena Nemcov. It tells the story of a young man named Peter who gets his inheritance stolen by his wicked stepmother. Peter seems out of luck, but everything changes when he befriends the devil in his travels. Perhaps people here aren’t quite ready for a fairytale where the lead character makes friends with the devil, but the movie is actually quite wonderful, with a wicked sense of humor, amazing production design, and really great performances, particularly from Czech film legend Ondrej Vetchy, who plays the devil. I’m sure that this will become an odd favorite among many of the festival’s patrons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/dark_blue_world.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival also plays host to a very different Czech film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12378" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Tmavomodry svet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Dark Blue World, Jan Sverak, Czech Republic 2001), also starring the great Ondrej Vetchy, follows the lives of two Czech fighter pilots during World War II as they join the RAF in the struggle against the German advance, all the while fighting among themselves for the affections of a beautiful English woman. Think &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Pearl Harbor&lt;/i&gt; if it wasn’t so loud and stupid. Despite a much smaller budget, the aerial sequences of this film rival anything that Michael Bay could ever produce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/the_wave.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Nazi Germany, one of the more interesting films this year is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12371" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Die Welle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (The Wave, Dennis Gansel, Germany 2008). The movie is based loosely on the experience of Ron Jones, a teacher who in 1967, having trouble explaining to his students how the German populace could claim ignorance of the holocaust, decides to show them instead through an experiment. He creates a fascistic environment in his classroom, playing an authoritative figure who enforces strict discipline on all the students. It isn’t long before the effects of the experiment are made clear, and it spirals out of control. &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Die Welle&lt;/i&gt; dramatizes these true events and sets them in Germany, where the history provides a very different context to everything that unfolds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/love_is_all.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be a little early for Christmas, but those who feel like getting a jump on the spirit might want to check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12373" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Alles is Liefde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Love is All, Joram Lursen, Netherlands 2007) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12368" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Joulutarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (Christmas Story, Juha Wuolijoki, Finland 2007). &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Alles is Liefde&lt;/i&gt; is a romantic comedy in the vein of Richard Curtis’ &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/i&gt;, following a set of very different relationships, attractions and infatuations, with a mysterious Santa Claus figure playing Cupid to the hapless would-be lovebirds. &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Joulutarina&lt;/i&gt; is a reimagining of the story of Santa Claus, following a little orphan boy named Nikolas who finds joy in making toys for other children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/the_blind_flyers.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s actually a wealth of family fare in this year’s festival, the best of which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12379" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Die Blindgänger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (The Blind Flyers, Bernd Sahling, Germany 2004), which tells the story of blind best friends who audition for a school band. Low-key and decidedly unsentimental, this is the rare film about the handicapped that actually treats them as normal people. If you’re looking for something a little more high-energy for the kids, you can check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12380" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Mein name ist Eugen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Rascals on the Road, Michael Steiner, Switzerland 2005). Set in the 1960s, the movie follows the exploits of a group of mischievous young boys who go on a quest to look for the “King of the Rascals,” a mythical figure whose pranks have become the stuff of legend. Lastly, there’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12376" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Zoop in Zuid Amerika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (Zoo Rangers in South America, Johan Nijenhuis, Netherlands, 2007). This is the third film in the popular Dutch franchise (which started out as a youth-oriented soap opera), but you don’t need to know much to follow along. A group of young adults who work at a zoo are tasked to go to South America to look for a rare butterfly. &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Zoop&lt;/i&gt;delivers an environmental message, if you want some social responsibility to go along with your family fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/the_demons_of_st_petersburg.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival features two biopics. The first is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12372" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;I demoni di San Pietroburgo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Demons of St. Petersburg, Giuliano Montaldo, Italy 2008). This loose biopic picks up on a strange episode in the life of Russian author Fyodor Dostoevsky, beginning as a friend in a sanitarium confesses that he is part of a terrorist group that plans to assassinate members of the royal family. Dostoevsky is tasked to find the leader of this group and convince her to stop her plan, all while struggling to deliver his next novel and bouts of epilepsy. The movie has its flaws, but it’s always good to see Giuliano Montaldo directing, and an Ennio Morricone score makes everything better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/the_duchess.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=11672" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Duchess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (Saul Dibb, England 2008) has Kiera Knightley playing 18th century aristocrat Georgiana Spencer, duchess of Devonshire. Georgiana was a key political figure of her time, a thoroughly modern woman who argued for freedom above all else. But behind all her flair and machinations lay a domestic life where nothing was ever truly free. &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;The Duchess&lt;/i&gt; is the kind of crowd pleasing period costume drama that England has become known for, complete with recognizable period stars in Knightley and Ralph Fiennes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/rec.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12375" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Rec]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (Jaume Balagueró and Paco Plaza, Spain 2007) would later be remade in the United States as &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Quarantine&lt;/i&gt;, but the original remains the superior version. This incredibly taut horror movie follows the host of a late night television reporter and her cameraman as they follow around a firefighting crew and inadvertently get trapped in an apartment building where a mysterious virus appears to have turned some of the residents violent. The found footage aesthetic lends the film an air of authenticity, and it’s used in some very clever ways to build a profound tension that makes everything that much more terrifying. &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;[Rec]&lt;/i&gt; was a revelation two years ago, and it remains great viewing today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/the_last_summer.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=12367" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 136, 204); font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;De Laatste Zomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.7/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (The Last Summer, Joost Wynant, Belgium 2007) is a coming-of-age film featuring four seventeen year old boys on their last summer together, a summer that gets complicated when one of them decides to help hide a girl from her abusive father. The movie mixes mundane teenage concerns like boredom and pimples and sex with a larger story about friendship and what it means to be young in the face of a world where adulthood seems to be a poor option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Toi et Moi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (You and Me, Julie Lopes Curval, France 2006) is a French chick flick starring Marion Cotillard and Julie Depardieu. Director Curval aims for cute and mostly gets it, though it may get cloying for some.&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Freigesprochen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Free to Leave, Peter Payer, Austria 2007) is gorgeously shot, but largely directionless, with over the top performances steering the movie straight into the realm of empty melodrama. &lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Grabben I Graven Bredvid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (The Guy in the Grave Next Door, Kjell Sundvall, Sweden 2002) is a sweet romantic comedy for the middle aged set. Quite a few nice scenes, but there are better movies in this year’s line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Orient Express&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Sergiu Nicolaescu, Romania 2004) is one of the strangest films I’ve seen from Romania. Director Nicolaescu is kind of like the Bong Revilla of Romania, an actor and senator who only really shows up in films as the big, invincible hero. &lt;i style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Orient Express&lt;/i&gt; follows in that train of egomania, resulting in a mostly misguided but utterly fascinating film when watched in the proper context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Guide To Cine Europa 12" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10006/CE_12_Manila_Poster_FINAL_13August09.JPG" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; background-color: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine Europa Schedule: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 11&lt;br /&gt;12 NN Freigesprochen&lt;br /&gt;2:30 PM Kærlighed på film&lt;br /&gt;5 PM S certy nejsou zerty&lt;br /&gt;7:30 PM De Laatste Zomer&lt;br /&gt;9:30 PM Joulutarina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 12&lt;br /&gt;12 NN Toi et Moi&lt;br /&gt;2 PM Die Welle&lt;br /&gt;4:30 PM I Demoni di San Pietroburgo&lt;br /&gt;7 PM Alles is Liefde&lt;br /&gt;9:30 PM E pericoloso sporgersi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 13&lt;br /&gt;12 NN [Rec] &lt;br /&gt;2 PM Mein name ist Eugen&lt;br /&gt;4:30 PM The Duchess&lt;br /&gt;7 PM Freigesprochen&lt;br /&gt;9:30 PM Tmavomodry svet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 14&lt;br /&gt;12 NN Kærlighed på film&lt;br /&gt;2:30 PM Joulutarina&lt;br /&gt;4:30 PM Toi et Moi&lt;br /&gt;6:30 PM Die Blindgänger&lt;br /&gt;8:30 PM I Demoni di San Pietroburgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 15&lt;br /&gt;12 NN Zoop in Zuid Amerika&lt;br /&gt;2:15 PM Orient Express&lt;br /&gt;4:45 PM [Rec] &lt;br /&gt;6:30 PM Grabben I graven bredvid&lt;br /&gt;8:30 PM Mein name ist Eugen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 16&lt;br /&gt;12 NN The Duchess&lt;br /&gt;2:30 PM Freigesprochen&lt;br /&gt;4:30 PM S certy nejsou zerty&lt;br /&gt;7 PM Kærlighed på film&lt;br /&gt;9:30 PM Joulutarina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 17&lt;br /&gt;12 NN Toi et Moi&lt;br /&gt;2 PM Die Welle&lt;br /&gt;4:30 PM I Demoni di San Pietroburgo&lt;br /&gt;7 PM Alles is Liefde&lt;br /&gt;9:30 PM E pericoloso sporgersi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 18&lt;br /&gt;12 NN [Rec] &lt;br /&gt;2 PM Grabben I graven bredvid&lt;br /&gt;4 PM Mein name ist Eugen&lt;br /&gt;6:30 PM The Duchess&lt;br /&gt;9 PM Freigesprochen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 19&lt;br /&gt;12 NN S certy nejsou zerty&lt;br /&gt;2:30 PM Kærlighed på film&lt;br /&gt;5 PMJoulutarina&lt;br /&gt;7 PM Toi et Moi&lt;br /&gt;9 PM Die Blindgånger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 20&lt;br /&gt;12 NN I Demoni di San Pietroburgo&lt;br /&gt;2:30 PM Zoop in Zuid Amerika&lt;br /&gt;4:45 PM Orient Express&lt;br /&gt;7:30 PM [Rec] &lt;br /&gt;9:30 PM Mein name ist Eugen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabbed from &lt;a href="http://goks.livejournal.com/529248.html"&gt;Goks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-2962850257822922087?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2962850257822922087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2962850257822922087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2962850257822922087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2962850257822922087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/cine-europa.html' title='CINE EUROPA'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-3570056750974609630</id><published>2009-09-09T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:11:44.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>Project 365 Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqaZCf4Fg6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/4QxJbjzEGZs/s1600-h/Day2+Focus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqaZCf4Fg6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/4QxJbjzEGZs/s400/Day2+Focus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379155073136165794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kalatkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-365-day-2.html"&gt;click here for more pictures from my 2nd day of doing Project 365&lt;/a&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/10357164-3570056750974609630?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/3570056750974609630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=3570056750974609630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3570056750974609630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3570056750974609630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-365-day-2.html' title='Project 365 Day 2'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqaZCf4Fg6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/4QxJbjzEGZs/s72-c/Day2+Focus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2513506887032071112</id><published>2009-09-08T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:23:16.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic conversations'/><title type='text'>Epic Conversation</title><content type='html'>He didn't want me to put his name in this entry, so I won't. Let's call him Mr. 999. And here's our epic conversation that happened from 2:54:12 til 5:30:47 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 2:49:15 PM): can you give me your opinion on something?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 2:50:39 PM): sure&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 2:54:12 PM): quickie lang... what's your opinion if a guy you used to like, asks you to be his gf for just one day, like tomorrow, because it's 9/9/09?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 2:55:16 PM): yun lang ang reason niya? September 9, 2009?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 2:55:25 PM): yup&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 2:55:33 PM): dahil, minsan lang kasi mangyari araw na ganon&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 2:55:36 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 2:56:12 PM): takte.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 2:56:24 PM): panget ba?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 2:56:47 PM): 1. kung super gusto ko yung guy as in siya si greatest love ko baka patulan ko pa. BAKA! 2. pero sa totoo lang... oo ang pangit! ang sarap batukan. lalo na kung sinabi niya yun yung rason hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 2:57:16 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 2:57:18 PM): note taken&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 2:58:26 PM): tyaka kung halimbawa sa araw na yun niya ko mismo tinanong na maging gf niya.. hindi pa din lalo lalo na kung wala namang paglalandian na nangyari before nung araw na yun.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 2:58:54 PM): ah... parang, biglaan masyado?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 3:19:32 PM): oo. kasi pag ganun halatang gaguhan lang eh. unless nasa pelikula pala ako at di ko alam&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 3:19:35 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:02:48 PM): bakit naman parang gaguhan?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:05:13 PM): kasi di naman siya nagpakita ng intention prior to 999 tapos biglang gusto na niya maging kami? weh.&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:05:25 PM): obvious bang pinagiisipan ko to ng matindi&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:06:16 PM): fine fine fine&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:06:38 PM): you kinda saved me man&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:06:47 PM): hahaha bakit? may balak kang tanungin bukas?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:08:16 PM): oo eh&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:08:49 PM): eh gusto mo ba siya?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:10:48 PM): oo&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:21:20 PM): EH yun naman pala eh. ako lang naman tinatanong mo eh ganun ako magreact. pero malay mo sya hindi&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:21:43 PM): wala lang... just thought it could be a general reaction&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:22:03 PM): tinanong ko ofcmate ko kanina. sabi niya sasagutin pa din daw niya basta gusto niya yung tao&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:22:29 PM): kahit daw isang araw lang&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:22:34 PM): oh...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:22:42 PM): interesting&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:23:00 PM): dahil nasaisip ko kasi... matutupad pangarap niya magkabf sa araw na same digits&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:23:09 PM): matutupad pangarap ko na maging gf siya&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:23:32 PM): o yun naman pala eh may pangarap palang siyang ganun eh&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:23:33 PM): try mo dali&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:23:40 PM): darn&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:23:43 PM): i'll think about it&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:23:44 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:24:57 PM): meron ka nalang ilang oras para mag decide sana ang decision mo eh gagawin mo tapos ikwento mo sa akin kung ano nangyari&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:27:51 PM): gusto ko sagot mong yan&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:28:19 PM): sana hindi umulan bukas&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:28:19 PM): so teka dati based dun sa una mong tanong... ibig sabihin gusto ka din nya dati?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:28:26 PM): yup&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:28:30 PM): bakit? makaka-apekto ba sa decision mo ang ulan?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:28:30 PM): gusto niya ako noon&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:28:41 PM): well, malayo pinanggagalingan niya eh&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:28:46 PM): hay naku no ang gusto di nawawala&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:28:50 PM): ano kinalaman nun?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:29:13 PM): "ang gusto di nawawala" &lt;--- please explain&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:29:36 PM): example&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:32:10 PM): kunayari may gusto ako guy dati. tapos syempre walang nangyari. nagkita kami after so and so years. gusto ko pa din siya. pero hindi na kasing level nung pagka-gusto ko sa kanya dati. pero gusto ko pa din siya. nag evolve lang yung pagkagusto ko sa kaniya. pwedeng mas gusto. hindi na gaanong gusto. gusto as a brother. gusto as a sister. gusto i friend. gusto na i-rape. pero kahit gaano pa katagal na nangyari yung pagkagusto... hindi nawawala yun. lalo na pag may nangyari kagaya ng pag-ask kung pwede maging girflriend sa araw na pangarap mo magkaroon ng boyfriend. pwedeng biglang maalala mo na gusto mo siya. or marealize mo na kung anong klaseng pagkagusto nalang ang meron ka para dun sa tao yun. pero hindi ako naniniwala dun sa hindi mo na gusto yung tao unless may ginawa siyang kasuklamsuklam&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:32:13 PM): ay malabo ba?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:33:54 PM): medyo gets ko&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:33:56 PM): apir!&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:34:06 PM): gusto ko tong topic natin na to&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:34:12 PM): oo nga&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:34:28 PM): dapat ata parati tayo naguusap&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:34:55 PM): may tama ka&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:35:16 PM): baka ikaw dapat kausap ko nung mga araw na gulong gulo utak ko&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:35:25 PM): baka nga&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:36:00 PM): so teka ano kinalaman nung malayo pinanggagalingan niya sa ulan? pag ganun ba pwede kayong hindi magkita bukas kapag umulan?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:36:20 PM): baka late ako dumating at nasa opisina na siya&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:36:53 PM): bakit mo naman siya gusto maunahan? may cheezy surprise ka ba na kelangan pang iset up?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:37:06 PM): or kelangan mo mag practice?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:37:51 PM): panget naman kung nasa opisina na siya dahil kung late ako, edi bababa pa siya, sunod saglit lang pagsama namin&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:38:09 PM): kung maaga ako, at least kasama ko siya maglakad papuntang office niya&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:38:37 PM): AAAHHHHHH akala ko magkasama kayo sa office!&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:38:58 PM): eh di sunduin mo nalang or masyadong obvious? cheesy? baduy? hassle? magastos?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:39:17 PM): yun nga... walking distance yung office niya galing bahay niya&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:39:48 PM): after work mo nalang puntahan? mas matagal pa pwede magsama?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:39:56 PM): tutal kahit gabi eh 999 pa din naman yun&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:40:22 PM): sa trabaho ko kasi, minsan late nagpapaschedule mga clients eh&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 4:40:58 PM): teka pagiisipan ko yang problema na yan. kakain lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 4:41:04 PM): sige sige&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:11:53 PM): ok back&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:12:02 PM): okay&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:12:06 PM): where were we last?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:12:18 PM): yung kung pano kayo magkikita bukas&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:12:27 PM): puntahan mo nalang ng madaling araw&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:12:30 PM): yung tipong kakagising lang niya&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:12:37 PM): yikes&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:12:39 PM): hindi naman&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:12:46 PM): siguro mga 8am, nandon na ako&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:13:03 PM): mga 9am siya papuntang office niya eh&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:13:47 PM): pwede din. magdala ka na din ng kape para masaya&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:13:57 PM): something like that&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:14:32 PM): alam mo dati yung pangarap ko na ibibigay sa akin (kasalanan to ng you've got mail) bouquet ng bagong tasa na lapis&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:17:02 PM): did that happen in the movie?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:17:31 PM): hindi. sinabi lang ni meg ryan&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:17:35 PM): oh&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:19:05 PM): her favorite flower is a sunflower&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:19:38 PM): cool chicks like sunflowers. just sayin;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:19:59 PM): what makes you say that?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:20:06 PM): kasi gusto ko sunflower eh.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:20:12 PM): okay then&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:20:28 PM): mag drawing ka ng sunflower sa papel tapos bigay mo sa kaniya&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:20:29 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:20:43 PM): hindi tunay?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:20:48 PM): oo mas cool yun. hindi nalalanta.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:21:00 PM): at ilalagay ko sa picture frame&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:21:12 PM): ipadrawing mo sa bata para mas cute. tapos kinulayan pa ng crayons&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:21:29 PM): i just noticed, i have 18 hours&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:21:58 PM): ma-blog nga to mamaya&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:23:49 PM): don't say my name!&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:24:43 PM): sige gagawin kong mr 999&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:25:05 PM): the upside down number of the beast&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:25:48 PM): so si beauty na dapat yun. get it? corny&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:25:57 PM): yeah, very corny&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:26:00 PM): but efficient!&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:26:39 PM): my only wish is to never run out of witty comebacks&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:26:58 PM): i as well! but sometimes, they just go dry&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:27:26 PM): pag ganun umiiyak nalang ako eh sa isang sulok&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:27:33 PM): parehas tayo&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:28:01 PM): or yung mga cliche scenes sa movies. yung nakasandal sa pader tapos paunti-unting dumudulas pababa&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:28:16 PM): yes!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:28:20 PM): madalas yon sa cr!&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:28:26 PM): habang nags-shower&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:28:31 PM): "ang dumi dumi ko"&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:28:33 PM): tama!&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:29:20 PM): good times&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:29:22 PM): ngek&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:29:26 PM): yikes&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:29:29 PM): where did that comes from?&lt;br /&gt;Kax (9/8/2009 5:29:57 PM): uh..... ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:30:09 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 999 (9/8/2009 5:30:10 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;happy 9/9/09 everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-2513506887032071112?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2513506887032071112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2513506887032071112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2513506887032071112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2513506887032071112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/epic-conversation.html' title='Epic Conversation'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2859073461604293002</id><published>2009-09-08T14:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:07:17.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photojojo'/><title type='text'>The Project</title><content type='html'>I've been known to complain about my lack of passion (Quarter life crisis has finally arrived). Absence of any talent or skill that I can be proud of - at least that's what I keep telling. And who's fault is that? Mine. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to draw a lot. I've had people tell me that I'm good at it. I draw for a while. And then I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a decent camera because I wanted to improve my photography-skills because I've had people tell me that I've got that eye. I took pictures for a while. And then I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;I used to write a lot of stories. And people would read them and love them. I've started a bunch of stories I never got to finish because I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what gives me the right to complain about: (a) How I don't know jack about writing, drawing, taking pictures. (b) How I'm not getting any better but the people I started out with are now amazing at their medium. (c) How I can't do anything. (d) How I'm a dud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No right at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqX54_jweQI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ZF6fem_6Nm4/s1600-h/tumblr_kpmljy1dv51qzwaddo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqX54_jweQI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ZF6fem_6Nm4/s400/tumblr_kpmljy1dv51qzwaddo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378980087493327106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started in on my &lt;a href="http://kalatkids.blogspot.com/search/label/project%20365"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 365&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a daily project wherein I have to take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 1 picture a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So why do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana,helvetica,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span align="left" class="body-text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking a photo a day is a big undertaking with big payoffs. Here are just a few reasons why you should consider doing it:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine being able to look back at any day of your year and recall what you did, who you met, what you learned… (Often we find it hard to remember what we did just yesterday or even last night, let alone a whole year ago!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your year-long photo album will be an amazing way to document your travels and accomplishments, your haircuts and relationships. Time moves surprisingly fast. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a photo a day will make you a better photographer. Using your camera every day will help you learn its limits. You will get better at composing your shots, you’ll start to care about lighting, and you’ll become more creative with your photography when you’re forced to come up with something new every single day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photojojo.com/content/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span align="left" class="body-text"&gt;read more here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana,helvetica,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span align="left" class="body-text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And besides... I like the pretty. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my project 365 comes with a twist. Not only do I have to take pictures. I also have to draw at least once a day. A doodle, a sketch, an actual painting. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and photos for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I really need to be good at something. My self esteem needs it. Mediocrity is not an option. Now if only I can stop being such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ningas-kugon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so day 1 started yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqUWUt9D3BI/AAAAAAAAA_U/CsVcp-v3_qw/s1600-h/day+1+cats+and+plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqUWUt9D3BI/AAAAAAAAA_U/CsVcp-v3_qw/s400/day+1+cats+and+plants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378729875152821266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting &lt;a href="http://kalatkids.blogspot.com/search/label/project%20365"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;project 365&lt;/span&gt; updates here&lt;/a&gt;. (it's about time i find a good use for that old blog - ayaw maging waste of internet space haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so here's how you can help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ask me to take a picture of anything or draw anything. kahit ano yan pipicturan o susubukan kong iguhit ko. as long as it's not ehem NC-17 material.&lt;br /&gt;2. a little encouragement would be nice :)&lt;br /&gt;3. join in on the fun. (&lt;a href="http://jameni.tumblr.com/"&gt;si jam started her own project 365 as well&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game? game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope i can last 365 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-2859073461604293002?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2859073461604293002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2859073461604293002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2859073461604293002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2859073461604293002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/project.html' title='The Project'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqX54_jweQI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ZF6fem_6Nm4/s72-c/tumblr_kpmljy1dv51qzwaddo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4531810287410010816</id><published>2009-09-08T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:10:27.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cholo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lit shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Twenty-five things about your broken lover</title><content type='html'>1 He likes transitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 But also the middle of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Hates wearing anything that clings to the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Will bleed to death if broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Will love to be your ampersand for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Is blue in the balls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 though not literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Well, maybe, nobody’s looked at his balls lately. They may actually be blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Eats anything, kahit ipis. (Yung luto naman!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Loves women, really, it’s just … it’s so hard, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 You know? To get it, to get them. What do they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Why are they so pissed all the time!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Knows it's just him, yes. Most guys have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Has killed at least 1000 cockroaches, on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 But they keep coming back. With picket signs, with slogans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 There is no point really, in continuing this feud between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 May be shitting you at this very moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 but knows you don’t give a shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 and is thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Relies on the kindness of everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 who has so far refrained from doing him much harm. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Is more evil than you would expect, despite what everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 But is a little insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Uso ‘ata yun ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;galing ito kay &lt;a href="http://pochologoitia.blogspot.com/"&gt;pocholo goitia&lt;/a&gt;. ipinadala niya sa amin at naisipan kong kopyahin at ilagay dito sa blog ko. (hindi ko inaangkin. sa kaniya to at nag copy paste lang ako. wag sana magalit sa akin yung tao. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang ganda di ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4531810287410010816?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4531810287410010816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4531810287410010816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4531810287410010816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4531810287410010816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/twenty-five-things-about-your-broken.html' title='Twenty-five things about your broken lover'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7271290551458525826</id><published>2009-09-07T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:24:16.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>Blog Layout</title><content type='html'>Gave my blog a major overhaul. What do you think? Will change the header image as soon as I have the time.  Check out my sidebar. I give new meaning to airing out my dirty laundry. *cough* labels *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day one of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 365. &lt;/span&gt;Will get around to posting pictures soon. They're not supposed to be any good. It's an excercise. Yes, I'm being defensive. Hehe. I just want to take my camera for a spin, and I need a reason to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the &lt;a href="http://kalatkids.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other blog is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-7271290551458525826?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7271290551458525826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=7271290551458525826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7271290551458525826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7271290551458525826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-layout.html' title='Blog Layout'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-799537011185635055</id><published>2009-09-05T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:36:12.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pangarap na porma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Libre lang mangarap</title><content type='html'>Kanina na-establish na nating dukha lang ako. At dahil wala ako pera, kahit gaanong pagb-bookmark ng mga sites na may mga damit na pangarap kong bilhin ang gawin ko, WALA PA DIN AKO PAMBILI. Kaya ganito nalang ginawa ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cool_kids_dont_die/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=11875883"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cool Kids Don't Die" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmlCUG1IOXFaM2hHZldyMGZsYVZTWEEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Cool Kids Don't Die" width="400" border="0" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cool_kids_dont_die/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=11875883"&gt;Cool Kids Don't Die&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=521585"&gt;kalatkid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagimbento ng doutfit sa &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polyvore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least pwede na ko magimagine ng buong outfit. At hindi pa isa isang piraso lang. Pag sinipag ako gagawin ko yan sa photoshop at kakabitan ko ng muka ko. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami pa kong ginawa so pwede niyo tignan &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kalatkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;DITO&lt;/a&gt;. Ang travel blog ko ginawa ko na ding fashion pangarap blog. So tawagin nalang natin itong Lifestyle blog. Para sa mga moments na feeling ko mayaman ako at jetsetter at para din sa mga moments na sinusumpa ko ang kawalan ko ng datung para bumili ng damit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-799537011185635055?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/799537011185635055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=799537011185635055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/799537011185635055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/799537011185635055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/libre-lang-mangarap.html' title='Libre lang mangarap'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4458319428588031412</id><published>2009-09-05T11:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:36:48.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday lunch out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mahirap maging mayaman</title><content type='html'>Kahapon, feeling ko ang sosyal sosyal ko. Sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manila Polo Club&lt;/span&gt; lang naman kami nag lunch! Yun lang hindi ito ang aming usual na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amiga Friday Lunch&lt;/span&gt; (na kung saan para maiba hindi kami sa KFC, Chowking, Jollibee o kay Manong Lirio bibili ng pananghalian) kaya makakasiguro kayo na hindi ako o ni ang mga kaibigan ko ang naglabas ng pera para lang maging member ng Manila Polo Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss ko ang member. At yes, mayaman siya. Despidida kasi ng isa naming ka-team at naging tradition na sa amin ang kumain sa mga mahal na lugar (mga lugar na hindi ko kakainan kahit kailan man nyahaha) para magpaalam sa mga kasamahan na nagpasyang LUMAYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kahapon sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manila Polo Club&lt;/span&gt; kami. Pansinin niyo kung ilang beses ko na sinabi na sa Manila Polo Club kami kahapon. Parang ang sarap lang pakinggan, basahin ang mga salitang "Manila Polo Club" at "kami" o "ako" sa loob ng isang pangungusap. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung pangalan pala nung kinainan namin sa loob eh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Chukker&lt;/span&gt;. Normal food. Pizza, Pasta, Roast Chicken, Gelato. Ganun lang naman. Pero masarap. (Ibig sabihin ba nun pag pang mayaman, masarap? nyahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqHcZoTShtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cEI-oNUF9qM/s1600-h/last-chukker-signage-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqHcZoTShtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cEI-oNUF9qM/s400/last-chukker-signage-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377821762930247378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos sa loob meron pang mga pangalan ng mga kabayo at ang kanilang mga may ari. Mga manalalaro ng Polo o itago na natin sila sa pangalang mga taong hinding hindi ko magiging kaibigan sa buong buhay ko. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqHc4iUUoqI/AAAAAAAAA84/hfyZKXBGmNw/s1600-h/dsc_6220_2chukker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqHc4iUUoqI/AAAAAAAAA84/hfyZKXBGmNw/s400/dsc_6220_2chukker.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377822293899911842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tignan niyo naman. Namumutaktak ng mga Zobel, Elizalde, Suzuki - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALANG USON I'M SO SORRY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK MARRY KILL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Sa pagkain tayo. Madami silang inorder eh. Karamihan mga pagkain na hindi ko mabigkas ang mga pangalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK the Croquetas de Hamon&lt;/span&gt; - Man that was lovely lovely lovely. Parang natutunaw lang siya sa bibig ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARRY the following :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spinach Linguini with Pancetta for being not too creamy and not too milky in terms of taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqHeBZTKpRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/wb6MVIQWFME/s1600-h/last-chukker-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqHeBZTKpRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/wb6MVIQWFME/s400/last-chukker-26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377823545609594130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Black Pasta with Squid Rings for not putting stains in my teeth and lips, for the right tomatoey taste even though I can't see any visible tomatoes in the dish. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqHeWdbqhfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/lkE7domLxlQ/s1600-h/last-chukker-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqHeWdbqhfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/lkE7domLxlQ/s400/last-chukker-28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377823907496232434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KILL NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; - baka dahil kasi libre at marunong mag order ang mga tao kaya wala akong hindi nagustuhan? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babalik pa ba ako? Oo naman. Kapag (a) nanlibre ulit boss ko o kaya (b) naging mayaman na ko at nagkaroon ng kabayo na papangalanan kong BANTAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansin ko lang kapag ang establishment na kinakainan mo eh medyo pricey mas maayos ang serbisyo? O sinasabi ko lang yan kasi natuwa ako sa automatic na pag palit nila ng plato ko sa tuwing may darating na dish. Kasi sa iba hindi ganun eh. Tataasan ka pa nila ng kilay kapag humingi ka ng bagong plato. Sabagay, bakit ka naman kasi hihingi pa ng bagong plato? Dadagdag ka lang sa hugasin nila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga larawan pala na ito ay galing kay &lt;a href="http://heart-2-heart-online.com/2008/12/17/last-chukker/"&gt;Heart 2 Heart Online &lt;/a&gt;. Mayaman din ata siya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4458319428588031412?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4458319428588031412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4458319428588031412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4458319428588031412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4458319428588031412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/mahirap-maging-mayaman.html' title='Mahirap maging mayaman'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SqHcZoTShtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cEI-oNUF9qM/s72-c/last-chukker-signage-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4766764578673943792</id><published>2009-09-02T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:59:24.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>what an emotional day</title><content type='html'>minsan yung mga tao na sobrang mahal mo.. yung mga 23 hours out of 24 kausap mo ng walang palpal tungkol sa lahat ng bagay bagay sa mundo na pwedeng mapagusapan. kasama mo mula lunes hanggang sabado. at naiisip sa lahat ng pagkakataon na pwedeng ibigay sa yo - minsan biglang maglalaho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lang yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan kelangan din talaga mangyari yun. kasi ganun ang ikot ng mundo. para manatili ang balanse ng mundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lang malungkot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4766764578673943792?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4766764578673943792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4766764578673943792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4766764578673943792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4766764578673943792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-emotional-day.html' title='what an emotional day'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-1933052831005132728</id><published>2009-09-02T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:05:47.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Because I'm in that kind of mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flightofstars.livejournal.com/36282.html"&gt;GOOD TIMES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICAH!! kung asan ka mang lupalop ng mundo, MISS NA KITA NG SOBRA! oo nagising ako kaninang umaga na namiss ka bigla haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga inaamag mo na regalo asa akin pa (ata).&lt;br /&gt;AT medyo lang 4 na taon na ang utang mo sa akin na siomai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-1933052831005132728?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/1933052831005132728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=1933052831005132728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/1933052831005132728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/1933052831005132728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-im-in-that-kind-of-mood.html' title='Because I&apos;m in that kind of mood'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7549694952867597518</id><published>2009-09-02T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:37:40.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl. career'/><title type='text'>Ngayong Araw Na Ito</title><content type='html'>Ramblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Napepeste ako. Parati naman eh. O para mas tama, nagsusulat lang ako kapag napepeste ako. Mas madali humugot ng mga salita na may kinalaman sa galit, asar, inis, pagka-praning, bwiset, bad trip, bad vibes, irritation, anger, chagrin, annoyance, exasperation, bitch fit, ire, peeve, infuriation, antagonism, o para mas madali &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGWTFBBQ!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag imagine ka ng dragon. Isang dambuhalang halimaw (na sa totoo lang maganda naman) na puno ng kaliskis na kumikinang-kinang kapag tinamaan ng araw na kasing laki ng Mt. Apo na may pakpak na kasing lapad ng Mobile Entertainment Centre 104 Rada St (times 2 kasi dalawa ang pakpak niya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tapos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala. Imagine mo lang. Ganun ginagawa ko ngayon. Mga kalikskis na ginto, pula, silver (ano ba tagalog ng silver?). Ngipin na kasing talas ng ngipin ng Velociraptor (kasi feeling ko oa sa talas ngipin ng Velociraptor) pero mga apat na beses pa ang laki. Tapos pag bumuga ng apoy... WOAH! WOAH lang ang pwedeng sabihin para maisalarawan ang kagimbal gimbal na imahe na ito. Apoy eh. Mainit. Tapos parang pagsabog ng bulkan minus the lava and the magma. Tapos ang ganda ganda. Parang pang pelikula sa ganda. Pang-RPG game. Kung mahilig lang si Gustav Klimt sa dragons baka pwede niya ito ipinta kaso kahit pa mahilig siya sa dragons hindi na din niya ito maiipinta kasi patay na siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro ganyan ako ngayon. Parang dragon. Minus the ganda. Just the awesomeness. Kasi peksman, sobrang napepeste ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang kahapon ang ok ng araw ko. Walang palpak. Diredirecho lang sa lahat ng bagay. Naka-kain pa ng masarap. Nakapag trabaho ng maayos. Suot ang bagong sapatos na pinangarap ng kay-tagal (google search: 2 toned oxfords). Tapos kahit hindi nakapag suklay parang ang ganda pa din ng buhok ko. Tama na ang pagbubuhat ng sariling bangko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ngayon? 2 beses na boljak sa mga bagay na hindi ko naman kasalanan pero responsibilidad ko. Mali pala ang mga na-compute na kita. MALI! Kaninang umaga hindi ko alam ang isusuot ko. Hindi ako nagising. Nanaginip pa ko na CSI NY daw ako. Pero pinatay. Tapos umulan. Tapos pagka-tapos magbayad ng Credit Card at Globe Bill... WAW WALA NA KO PERA????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAW! RAWR! DRAGON FORCE ACTIVATE! FIREEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kulang pa. parang gusto ko sabunutan ang mga tao sa paligid ko (syempre alangan naman sarili ko ang sabunutan ko). Gusto ko mag lupasay sa sahig at magsisisigaw. Kung tutuusin mababaw lang naman ang mga dahilan kung bakit ako napepeste. Parang ok FAIL ako today pero pwede naman itulog o kaya ikain ng ice cream tapos ok na. Pero bakit parang para sa akin ngayong araw na to gusto ko sumuka ng mga palaka?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dagdagan pa ito ng matinding matinding inggit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kanina nagpaka-stalker ako at nagkalkal ng multiply ng aking mga kaibigan. Isa na dito ang &lt;a href="http://inam0rata.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply ni Pinky&lt;/a&gt; (na siyang andito ngayon sa Pilipinas! Welcome home, bebeh!) na punong puno ng mga larawan ng kaniyang nakaparaming adventures! Japan, Australia, London, San Francisco - to name a few. At sobrang nasaniban ako ng matinding matinding pakiramdam ng lungkot at inggit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo na, inggitera na ko pero hindi dun nagtatapos ang issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAKIT PARANG WALA PA DIN NANGYAYARI SA BUHAY KO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple lang naman ang pangarap ko eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MASAKOP ANG MUNDO!&lt;/span&gt;. Ok na din naman sa akin ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAGHASIK NG LAGIM SA MUNDO!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginawa ko na ata ang lahat ng pwede ko magawa (sa pakiramdam ko ah). Nag-apply na ko sa lahat ng pwede kong applyan na trabaho na pwedeng magdala sa akin sa iba't ibang lupalop ng mundo. Pero ayaw nila sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pano na ang TASKFORCE WORLD DOMINATION????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang makakita ng Cherry Blossoms sa Japan.&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang magpagulong gulong sa kalsada ng Abbey Road.&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang mapagmasdan ang Pyramids of Giza.&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang mawala sa back alleys of Helsinki.&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang maranasan ang GIFT OF ACABAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Simple lang naman ang pangarap ko di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi siya madali matupad? Ilang itlog pa ba ang kailangan ko ialay sa Sta. Clara? Ilang templo pa ba ang kelangan ko sindihan ng insenso? Ilang simbahan pa ba ang kelangan ko pagdasalan? Ilang misa pa ba sa Baclaran ang kelangan ko daluhan? ANO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba tadhana? Ano ba ang nakalaan para sa akin???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nagsimula ako ulit gumuhit. Hindi man siya maganda pero natutuwa pa din ako. Malayo pa ko sa pagkakaroon ng mahiwagang mga kamay na kaya ipakita ang aking nararamdaman sa pamamagitan ng mga larawan. MALAYO PA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero dahil sa pagsisimula ulit gumuhit, nakalimutan ko nanamang hawakan ang aking camera. Nakalimutan ko nanamang magsulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parati nalang ganito. Maguumpisa sa isang bagay, mapapagod/magsasawa/mafu-frustrate sa kakulangan ng talento,inspirasyon,dahilan, at saka lilipat sa isa nanamang bagong bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talaga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talaga ang gusto ko gawin? O kaya mas angkop ata na tanungin: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANO BA TALAGA ANG KAYA KO GAWIN?&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya rin siguro hindi ako gumagaling sa kahit anong bagay na aking sisimulan. Kasi hindi ko ito itinutuloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasalanan ko din. BWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko dati: I WILL CONQUER THE WORLD WITH MY ART.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ang nasasabi ko nalang: WHAT ART?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang naman makapag-contribute sa mundo. Pero anong ico-contribute ko? Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro ang puno't dulo ng lahat ng issue ko sa buong 24-taon ko na pamamalagi sa mundong ito....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sino ba talaga ako? Saan at paano ako lulugar sa mundo na ito? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro kakain nalang muna ako ng ice cream. O iinom ng beer mamaya pag kasama ko na si pinkytots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISA AKONG DRAGON! RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-7549694952867597518?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7549694952867597518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=7549694952867597518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7549694952867597518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7549694952867597518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/ngayong-araw-na-ito.html' title='Ngayong Araw Na Ito'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4492144495747268646</id><published>2009-09-01T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:39:18.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ego boost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Panalong Experience</title><content type='html'>Nung Sunday napadpad kami nina Ate sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rockwell Urban Bazaar&lt;/span&gt;. Ang Mall na pang-mayaman. Kung saan ang bilang ng mga yaya kada pamilya ay katumbas ng bilang ng anak na meron sila. Kung saan ang mga nanay ay may sariling yaya para magbitbit ng kanilang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAG na mas mahal pa sa kaluluwa ko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linggo at Shopping ang pinaguusapan natin dito. Pero bakit parang pakulangan at pakinangan ng tela ang mga damit at pataasan ng takong ang mga sapatos? Miss, Embassy ba to? Ang kapal kasi ng make up mo. Fine, wag nalang kasi paki-alaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nawala na ko sa point ng post na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nagtitingin tingin kami ng kapatid ko ng mamemeryenda may cute na bading na lumapit sa akin. Cute! Kung di lang siya obvious na bading lumabas na sana ang dimples ko at lumandi na ang lola niyo (hehehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: (rephrased na to ah di ko na matandaan ang eksaktong sinabi nya eh) Hi I'm BJ. Can we take your picture for this street style thing we're doing for Chalk Magazine?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos pinagpose ako! hahaha yun yung panalo. Pinataas ang isang paa at pinatingin sa malayo. Taray! Natawa ako kasi may butas pala yung shirt ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos pinasagot ako ng mga tanong (na tinext nalang sa akin). Panalong tanong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you describe your personal style?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sagot ko? Any any lang. Basta malinis ang damit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat pala ang sinagot ko. Reality Bites meets Sgt. Pepper (yun-o!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. May nakapansin ng suot ko kahit gusgusin. Pero pusta tayo kung naka-tsinelas lang ako nun keber sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat sa Greenhills Tiangge for my shirt and shorts. :) At sa pangarap na Doc Martens na syang umubos ng pera ko sa Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ko tuloy ang ganda ko. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EGO BOOST FOR THE WIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4492144495747268646?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4492144495747268646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4492144495747268646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4492144495747268646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4492144495747268646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/panalong-experience.html' title='Panalong Experience'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8674637337619736504</id><published>2009-09-01T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:40:02.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Burger Night Experience</title><content type='html'>Nung Biyernes (August 28, 2009), nagsawa na ko sa kawalan ko ng social life kaya nung nagyaya si Jen na magkaroon ng Burger Night, eh di GAME ang lola nyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crime Scene: STACKERS at Eastwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlong beses ko na kumain dun. At sa totoo lang... AYOKO NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung una kong beses kumain dun siguro nalula lang ako sa laki nung Burger pero parang mas crunchy yung Crunchy Burger ko. Mas malasa yung patty. At mas ma-sauce yung sauce. Pero nung Biyernes na yun, ang soggy nung chips sa loob nung burger bleh. Kumonti din yung fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang presyo... para bang kumain na lang sana ako sa McDo ng Big Mac at may sukli pa ko para maka-kain ng 1 Frozen Yogurt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT&lt;/span&gt; 1 16 oz na Blizzard at para makapag-taxi pauwi. Actually, para sa presyo niya ok lang sana kasi ang laki nung burger (para sa akin ah pero para kina Fred di sila nakuntento at nabitin pa sa kinain nila) yung lasa nalang ang kulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Mend a Broken Burger: KETCHUP! Yung isang bote ng Heinz Tomato Ketchup sa lamesa namin na puno nung pagdating namin dun... UBOS pag tayo namin. Kinulapulan ang mga burger at fries at kulang nalang idiretso na sa bibig namin para lang masalba ang lasa ng burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating naman kina Ate at Kuya na umasiste sa amin. Ok lang. Medyo masungit lang nung una kasi ayaw kami paupuin dun sa pwesto na gusto talaga namin. Pinagdikit namin ang dalawang lamesa at pinagsabihan kami na nakaharang kami sa daan. OK. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami: So saan kami pwede umupo? For 7 people.&lt;br /&gt;Sila: Sir, Maam, Bawal po kasi dyan eh kasi harang talaga eh.&lt;br /&gt;Kami: Oo nga, so saan kami pwede?&lt;br /&gt;Sila: Sir, Maam, Bawal po kasi dyan eh kasi harang talaga eh.&lt;br /&gt;Kami: (nakaturo sa isang pwesto na walang upuan at lamesa) Pwede ba kami dun?&lt;br /&gt;Sila: Sir, Maam, Bawal din po dyan kasi di na po namin yan sakop at nakaharang talaga eh.&lt;br /&gt;Kami: So saan kami di nakaharang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ba? Medyo matagal na usapan din yun. Awa ng diyos pasensyoso ang mga kasama ko kasi ako napupurga na at gusto ko na umalis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK MARRY KILL (pagdating sa pagkain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck The Fries - Ok lang kahit kumonti kasi ok lang trip ko siya. Pwedeng pang one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;Marry The Ketchup - Obvious ba inubos namin eh.&lt;br /&gt;Kill The Burger - Nadisappoint ako kasi ang soggy nung chips. Kulang sa mayo. Basta hindi siya kagaya nung una kong punta dun.&lt;br /&gt;Kill The Price - Tae ang Mahal. Wala na kong pera pagtapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;hanggang sa susunod na kainan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang Mga Salarin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENITALIA and FRIENDS (kasama ako dun sa Friends part).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8674637337619736504?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8674637337619736504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8674637337619736504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8674637337619736504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8674637337619736504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/09/burger-night-experience.html' title='The Burger Night Experience'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-6404959638784212023</id><published>2009-08-11T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:40:48.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Sinong na Page 6 sa New York Post?</title><content type='html'>THE economic downturn hasn't persuaded everyone to pinch pennies. Philippines President Maria Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo was at Le Cirque the other night with a large entourage enjoying the good life, even though the former comptroller of her country's armed services, Carlos Garcia, was found guilty earlier this year of perjury and two of his sons were arrested in the US on bulk cash-smuggling charges. Macapagal-Arroyo ordered several bottles of very expensive wine, pushing the dinner tab up to $20,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/08072009/gossip/pagesix/eat_and_drink_183333.htm"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakahiya ka. i refuse to call you president.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-6404959638784212023?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6404959638784212023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=6404959638784212023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6404959638784212023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6404959638784212023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/08/sinong-na-page-6-sa-new-york-post.html' title='Sinong na Page 6 sa New York Post?'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-181015099286626401</id><published>2009-08-07T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:41:48.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Holla</title><content type='html'>Magb-blog ako ng matino kasi madami akong issue ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ART&lt;/span&gt; - lahat nalang art! peste. iihi sa pader art. magbubutingting ng kung anong bloke na maraming pindutan tapos papalo ng mga kaldero music na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may napanuod ako minsan meron siyang hinihipan na piraso ng basag na salamin tapos nakaka-gawa siya ng mga tunog tunog. tapos yung mga tunog tunog nya na yun namamanipula nya para magkaroon ng melody (or something malay ko ba sa technicalities ng music). basta maganda pakinggan. lumalagpas siya sa pagiging basag na piraso ng salamin na hinihipan. granted, madugo ang mga pangyayari kasi nasusugat ang gilagid at labi pero ipikit mo mata mo hindi mo maiisip na simpleng basag na salamin lang ang gamit nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan napadpad ako sa isang sikat na lugar sa cubao. pugad ng mga totoong artists, totoong musicians, totoong photographers at syempre pati na din ng mga nagpipilit, nagpapanggap, at mga self-proclaimed. may show nun. tapos may mga nagset up ng mga mukang complicated na gadgets. mga synth at kung anu ano pang makinarya. tapos may mga metal na bagay na parang toydrum na hindi na may mga snares na mga mukang sosi na palayok na gawa sa metal na hindi ko talaga maipaliwanag kasi hindi ko alam kung ano sila. tapos pindot pindot ng mga buttons, hampas hampas sa mga metal na palayok. tapos at the same time may slide show sa likod ng mga fetus at nakakahilong mga imahe. art/music na daw. nagpalakpakan ang mga tao. ako hindi ko naintindihan kaya inubos ko nalang red horse ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga splatter ng pintura sa canvas na pwedeng ituring na art. meron namang hindi. kapag tinape ang sarili sa pader art na daw yun. siguro nga salamat sa DADA expressionist - school of thought. pero para sa akin ang masasabi ko lang eh NGEK. eh di lahat nalang art. uutot ako art na din. wala ng measure for art eh. parang mga indie films lang yan eh. lahat sila gusto maging shocking, lahat gusto mag-skandalo. fine hindi lahat. pero karamihan ngayon ganun na. na para bang asan ang bago? asan ang tinatawag na "pushing the envelope"? wala na. lahat nalang art. lahat nalang shocking. lahat nalang nakakaskandalo. normal na kumbaga. na nakakasawa na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manunuod ako ng gig bukas. pare-parehong mga tao lang ang tutugtog kagaya ng gig na napanuod ko kahapon. walang bago. parang sa art. lahat nalang nagpapakakaiba. parang sa pelikula. lahat nalang sumusubok na maging malalim. at nagtatago nalang sa excuse na "hindi mo maiintindihan at ok lang yun kasi art to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art nalang lahat ng bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pati photography. susme. magkaroon ka ng dslr photographer ka na. pahawakin mo ng film di na alam gagawin. siguro nga ipokrito ako kasi may dslr ako pero hinding hindi ko tatawagin kahit kailan ang sarili ko na photographer. gusto ko matuto pero marami pa kong kakainin na bigas. ang mga tunay na photographers - they live, eat, breathe, photography. yung makakuha ng magandang larawan skill ang tawag dun. pero yung makapagbigay ng mensahe sa pamamagitan ng magandang larawan - yun ang talent. pero yung mararamdaman mo yung emosyon sa likod ng mensahe na naipapakita sa pamamagitan ng magandang larawan? yun ang photographer. may skill may talent may passion - may love. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero totoo naman di ba? same goes for all mediums of art. malalaman mo kung sino talaga ang mga totoong musicians, artists, writers, etc kapag kausap mo sila. hindi sila yung mga mahilig lang mag name drop ng kung sinong sikat at kung sinong obscure. mararamdaman mo eh sa likod ng mga kwento nila sa likod ng mga hirap na ginagawa nila para mapabuti ang kanilang "skill, talent, passion" - yun ang totoong artist. sila yung may laman ang sinasabi. na sa simpleng pananalita alam mo na gusto talaga nila ang ginagawa nila. na ginagawa nila yun dahil yun ang dinidikta ng utak, katawan at puso nila. at hindi dahil ito ang uso, hindi dahil kaya nilang bilhin ang mga gamit para dito, hindi dahil simpleng kaya nilang gawin at gusto nilang gawin.... eto yung mga tao na hindi tumitigil sa paghahanap ng paraan para magpakita ng bago, maganda, magaling - sarili nila ang nilalatag nila sa lahat ng kanilang mga likha. yung ganun ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan. wala nanaman siguro saysay sinasabi ko. siguro quarter life crisis nga ang tawag dito kasi hanggang ngayon wala pa din akong mahanap na passion ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang art/music/whatever sa pagkakaintindi ko ay yung kaya lumagpas sa kung ano man siya. lumalagpas siya sa pagiging larawan, mga salitang nilagyan ng tunog - humihigit siya dun eh. hindi kailangan maging maganda. hindi kailangan maging astig. basta may laman. may puso sa likod. yun ang art na alam ko. yun lang naman ang point ko eh. parang kulang na sa puso ang mga nakikita/naririnig ko ngayon. pero ang daming artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERA&lt;/span&gt; - o kawalan nito. hahaha kailangan ko pa bang ipaliwanag? siguro hindi na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROADTRIP&lt;/span&gt; - gusto ko ulit mawala. lumayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRABAHO&lt;/span&gt; - kung kaibigan kita alam mo na hindi madali ang sitwasyon ngayon dito sa opisina. hindi naman delikado. hindi lang madali. hindi pa naman ako nagsasawa sa ginagawa ko. sa totoo lang marami pa kong gusto gawin at matutunan. at maganda ito ibig sabihin gusto ko ginagawa ko. at natutunan ko na din mahalin trabaho ko kahit papaano. pero gusto ko din maging praktikal. marami ako pangarap sa buhay at kailangan ko din maka-angat. kaya kung susundin ko ang tawag ng bulsa ko dapat lumipat na daw ako. pero saan? sabi ko may plano ako. na pagkatapos nito sa ibang bansa na dapat ang susunod kong hakbang. pero kahit anong gawin ko - ayaw sa akin ng ibang bansa haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap pag wanderlust. sinasabay parati ang trabaho sa paglalayas. pero hindi ko naman kaya pigilin ang pagdaloy ng dugo ko di ba? lalo na sa paa. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakain nalang ako. wala na talaga saysay sinasabi ko. walang point. walang direction. kaya hindi ako writer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-181015099286626401?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/181015099286626401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=181015099286626401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/181015099286626401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/181015099286626401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/08/holla.html' title='Holla'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-3999003993221485267</id><published>2009-08-04T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:26:25.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Kax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SncPGD00ycI/AAAAAAAAA8o/9rdqQG2EsWw/s1600-h/emoKax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SncPGD00ycI/AAAAAAAAA8o/9rdqQG2EsWw/s400/emoKax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365774077815736770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Wayne made this for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamukang kamuka ko siguro to about a year ago... (fine sige na simula highschool ganito na itsura ko pero ngayon hindi na haha kasi) ngumingi na ko ngayon. Haha narealize ko kasi sayang yung magandang pagkakalabas ng kakulangan ng ilang mga laman sa pisngi ko kaya ako nagkadimples - so might as well display them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panalo din parang ang payat ko dito sa drawing. Salamat Wayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-3999003993221485267?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/3999003993221485267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=3999003993221485267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3999003993221485267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3999003993221485267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/08/emo-kax.html' title='Emo Kax'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SncPGD00ycI/AAAAAAAAA8o/9rdqQG2EsWw/s72-c/emoKax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5103933141786861665</id><published>2009-07-28T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:26:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kurt Vonnegut Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-5103933141786861665?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5103933141786861665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5103933141786861665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5103933141786861665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5103933141786861665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/07/purpose-of-human-life-no-matter-who-is.html' title=''/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-840805784823474395</id><published>2009-07-27T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:30:26.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote</title><content type='html'>Who would've thought that an old Olsen Twins movie (back from when they're still using training wheels, I believe) quote could make a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000430/"&gt;Roger Callaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Vincenzo, did you ever hit a home run? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0097842/"&gt;Vincenzo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Not recently. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000430/"&gt;Roger Callaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You know the feeling when it's the bottom of the ninth, the bases are loaded, and you know the next one's coming right down the middle. And then, you just connect... and for an instant, you know that it's going over the fence and out of the park... and further than you could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0097842/"&gt;Vincenzo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, that's a great feeling. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000430/"&gt;Roger Callaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-840805784823474395?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/840805784823474395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=840805784823474395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/840805784823474395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/840805784823474395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote.html' title='A Quote'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5831775826113864119</id><published>2009-07-17T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:33:56.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>TRUE LOVE NA TO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SmApEaDKeAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/g42_chxVQ78/s1600-h/DearFabOne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SmApEaDKeAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/g42_chxVQ78/s400/DearFabOne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359328712259696642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and click for a &lt;a href="http://www.turnedout.tv/featured/1610"&gt;love letter i could have written myself&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Fabrizio Moretti, you make my heart ache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-5831775826113864119?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5831775826113864119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5831775826113864119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5831775826113864119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5831775826113864119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-love-na-to.html' title='TRUE LOVE NA TO'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SmApEaDKeAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/g42_chxVQ78/s72-c/DearFabOne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5154853859227324119</id><published>2009-07-15T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:30:40.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlust'/><title type='text'>3 weeks ago</title><content type='html'>Nanggaling pala ako ng Hong Kong. At hindi ako nagbibiro pag sinabi kong sa tuwing dadaan ako sa thermal scan eh nagpapa-palpitate ako kasi natatakot akong harangin ako ng mga officers sa airport dahil may H1N1 daw ako. At medyo nag ayos talaga ako kasi baka harangin ako sa immigration kasi ilang mga Pinay din na kasabay namin ni ate ang halos hindi makalagpas sa immigration sa Hong Kong dahil sa dami ng tanong katulad ng "Saan ka mamalagi?" "Ilang araw ka dito?" "Saan ka nagttrabaho?". Para bang pinaghihinalaan na nilang hindi na sila babalik sa Pilipinas kasi mag TNT na duon. Ang sama... pero true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. 5 araw sa HongKong na walang ginawa kung hindi maglakad, kumain at magwaldas ng pera. Haha syempre mag camwhore din. At gusto ko lang sabihin na... POTAH ANG GANDA NG PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION SYSTEM NILA! yun lang bow. Mga lamang lang naman ng mga 100 paligo sa MRT, LRT, BUS natin. Pero since wala silang mga jeep na may palda at sungay ng kalabaw... dun tayo lamang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsawa ako sa chicken rice, sa noodles, at sumakit ang daliri ko sa pag-gamit ng tunay na chopsticks (meaning yung ultra haba, ultra bigat at ultra dulas na kind... hindi yung kahoy na pinaghihiwalay at madaling kumapit ang pagkain dahil sa texture). At pumayat ata ako ng mga ilang kilo din dahil sa kakalakad. Sorry nalang at nabawi ko din siya agad pag uwi ko dito. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang larawan kasi masyado marami para ipost lahat. Paki bisita nalang ang &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kalatkid/"&gt;Flickr ko&lt;/a&gt; para sa mas marami (kaso hindi din naman kumpleto yun dahil nakakatamad ipost lahat at hindi naman ako pro account no!).. kung facebook friends tayo nag upload din ako dun pero syempre hindi din lahat kasi oa naman di ba? ilang libong pictures din yun. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sl29omgj2wI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/u_thxZbWPRI/s1600-h/DSC_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sl29omgj2wI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/u_thxZbWPRI/s400/DSC_1811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358647636870290178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5130296454640782317</id><published>2009-07-08T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:28:42.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-3979071049003520713</id><published>2009-07-06T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:17:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sylvia plath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-3979071049003520713?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/3979071049003520713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=3979071049003520713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3979071049003520713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3979071049003520713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-never-read-all-books-i-want-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2212105995759463496</id><published>2009-06-15T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:56:56.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>panalo</title><content type='html'>panalong "GOOGLE SEARCH ENTRY" na nagpadala ng isang bisita dito sa blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to take good emo pics to post online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wow. yun lang. wow. hahahaha dude naman. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/10357164-2212105995759463496?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2212105995759463496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2212105995759463496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2212105995759463496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2212105995759463496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/06/panalo.html' title='panalo'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5518811912270811769</id><published>2009-06-04T13:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:26:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Long Time Coming</title><content type='html'>To say that things have been hectic would be quite the understatement. I've made all my online accounts available mobile so I can update on the go, but still I haven't had the time to make a decent post. Twitter is now my new best friend. Micro blogging (I'm the master of putting a whole day's worth of thoughts in 160 characters) is the sheeznet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went to El Nido Palawan with people I work with. It was fun. Went snorkeling, extreme sailing (hobbi cat which wasn't the least bit relaxing as expected), island hopping, bottom fishing, rock climbing (and ended up looking like an idiot because I cried when I reached the top), and best of all: SCUBA DIVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Nido was awesome and the resort we stayed at even awesome-er! It's a good thing the whole trip was free because I could never afford to go there in a million years (Budget per person for 3 days and 2 nights was close to 40,000).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SidxI2qwPOI/AAAAAAAAA7A/D6zPxJa7-Ug/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SidxI2qwPOI/AAAAAAAAA7A/D6zPxJa7-Ug/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343363879826111714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SidxIG1ZHvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/lLAQzaQafTs/s1600-h/DSC_9942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SidxIG1ZHvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/lLAQzaQafTs/s400/DSC_9942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343363866985832178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SidxH7kkuyI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zuwr2ZL_leE/s1600-h/DSC_9775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SidxH7kkuyI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zuwr2ZL_leE/s400/DSC_9775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343363863962499874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sid16PesRqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/D60O0GrL9HQ/s1600-h/DSC_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sid16PesRqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/D60O0GrL9HQ/s400/DSC_0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343369126346507938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I'm flying to Hong Kong on the 23rd with my sister. But we're still thinking and re-thinking and re-thinking about it. The H1N1 virus put our tails between our legs. Although our family doctor did say that as long as we're healthy we shouldn't worry... but still. My sister and I are pretty stubborn about the Hong Kong trip since everything's been paid for already. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's work. It has it's ups and downs. I am almost always up to my eyeballs in stress but I can't complain. Surprisingly, I like what I'm doing and it's a never-ending cess pool of learnings. Of course the "people I'd like to stab in the eye with my ballpen" are still here. And the hate has level upped to "i want to pull your brains out through your hair since you're not using it anyway!". Their stupidity is unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ran out of things to say (actually I have a few more stories to tell but I'll tell them another day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more picture before I sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sid27IZvZPI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/JrzBceWHGPo/s1600-h/000004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sid27IZvZPI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/JrzBceWHGPo/s400/000004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343370241138189554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-5518811912270811769?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SidxI2qwPOI/AAAAAAAAA7A/D6zPxJa7-Ug/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4428108742380307792</id><published>2009-05-28T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:33:57.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing from iPod</title><content type='html'>Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4428108742380307792?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4428108742380307792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4428108742380307792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5620397103940653248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5620397103940653248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-george.html' title='Meet George'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/ShzMHgaXQ5I/AAAAAAAAA6E/UlVlGJb1IRM/s72-c/tOnwEI0JAntuk3asytcxZZlGo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-6775600294387908319</id><published>2009-05-11T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:36:13.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><title type='text'>love and marriage love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage</title><content type='html'>a lot of my batch mates are getting married. well actually a lot of them have GOTTEN married and are now with kids. most of them happy, the rest i have no idea how they're doing. i mean WOW, right? kids from my batch are around 23-26 y.o.  to think this is supposed to be the generation that holds off getting married for their careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize that kids my age are ready for that kind of responsibility, starting a family. i'm still having trouble balancing my finances (deciding whether to buy a new lens via 12 months to pay 0% interest or buying it when i get to hong kong since i'm sure it'll be much cheaper there but i have to pay cash - that's the most difficult decision i've had to make since what course to take in college and whether to leave this job for that job). i don't know how i can be responsible enough to take care of a home, let alone a family. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i'm not yet married? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i'm gaga over this. and i'm not panicking. no clocks have started ticking yet either. it's just that seeing a bunch of kids i've known since grade school posting their pictures from so-and-so's wedding (even going to colynn's wedding last year myself), hasn't triggered that "aww how romantic" and "i wonder how my own wedding will look like" switch yet and i'm starting to wonder if there's anything wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's not so bad enjoying the bachelorette life. travelling on my own. having to worry about how to pay my credit card bills and not how to plan for my child's college education. saving up my own money for whatever version of the future my imagination has cooked up, which maybe life ends up really having set for me. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't picture myself yet in that perfect white dress, saying i do for better or for worse in sickness and in health forever and ever amen no erase. and waking up to a life that's no longer entirely just mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't yet. and there's nothing really wrong with that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy for my friends, my batch mates, who have finally found the right person to spend the rest of their lives with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual i didn't make an iota of sense again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PWERA NALANG KUNG ANG MAPAPANGASAWA KO EH SI NATHAN ROYAL SCOTT (yess fictional character ang pangarap ko sa buhay hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together we will be 'NAKAX'. much better than 'NALEY', yes? hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-6775600294387908319?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6775600294387908319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=6775600294387908319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6775600294387908319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6775600294387908319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-and-marriage-love-and-marriage-go.html' title='love and marriage love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7235527157648172998</id><published>2009-05-05T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:35:00.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for more sad times</title><content type='html'>Come and see&lt;br /&gt;I swear by now I'm playing time&lt;br /&gt;I against my troubles&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming slow but speeding&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish a dance and while I'm&lt;br /&gt;in the front&lt;br /&gt;the play on time is won&lt;br /&gt;but the difficulty is coming here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go in this way&lt;br /&gt;And find my own way out&lt;br /&gt;I wont tell you to stay&lt;br /&gt;But I'm coming to much more&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;All at once the ghosts come back&lt;br /&gt;Reeling in you now&lt;br /&gt;What if they came down crushing&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I used to play for&lt;br /&gt;all of the loneliness that nobody&lt;br /&gt;notice now&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging slow I'm coming here&lt;br /&gt;Only waiting I wanted to stay&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to play&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only this far&lt;br /&gt;And only tomorrow leads my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming waltzing back and moving into your head&lt;br /&gt;Please, I wouldn't pass this by&lt;br /&gt;I would take any more than&lt;br /&gt;What sort of man goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will bring water&lt;br /&gt;Why wont you ever be glad&lt;br /&gt;It melts into wonder&lt;br /&gt;I came in praying for you&lt;br /&gt;why wont you run&lt;br /&gt;in the rain and play&lt;br /&gt;let the tears splash all over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DMB #41&lt;div 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times'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-521692609209876065</id><published>2009-05-05T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:35:34.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>New Dog</title><content type='html'>Ever since our dog, Ateng, died, it hasn't been the same at home. And no, I'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Tiggy told me that she'll donate a dog to us... WOOHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sf_d-o8-UYI/AAAAAAAAA50/r1p7NY0iISw/s1600-h/DSC07621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sf_d-o8-UYI/AAAAAAAAA50/r1p7NY0iISw/s400/DSC07621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332224552044745090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say Aww? Photos care of Tiggy. They're still nursing so we'll get them maybe 2 weeks from now. My sister and I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-521692609209876065?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/521692609209876065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=521692609209876065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/521692609209876065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/521692609209876065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-dog.html' title='New Dog'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Sf_d-o8-UYI/AAAAAAAAA50/r1p7NY0iISw/s72-c/DSC07621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7664126086609929753</id><published>2009-04-07T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:15:01.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if jimmy's a genius then i am ou thant</title><content type='html'>i spent the whole weekend indoors, waiting for my brains to turn into muck infront of the telly watching the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how i met your mother season 1&lt;br /&gt;2. the hills season 5 &lt;br /&gt;3. true blood season 1&lt;br /&gt;4. supernatural season 3&lt;br /&gt;5. one tree hill season 6 &lt;br /&gt;6. bride wars&lt;br /&gt;7. chronicles of narnia: prince caspian (oh caspian why do you have that terrible accent?)&lt;br /&gt;8. quarantine (ZOMBIES ALIVE! see what i did there? it's supposed to be ironic)&lt;br /&gt;9. high school musical 3 (oh lordie)&lt;br /&gt;10. and my favorite movie of all time: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THAT THING YOU DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a miracle i can still put words together to form sentences, let alone blog (but the quality of my blog post actually supports my thesis statement: my brains are fried.... see how i'm not making any sense at all?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 91F outside and i'm wearing my favorite plaid shirt with the buttons closed all the way up and my purple tights and my birthday boots. yes, i'm sweating. all in the name of feeling good because i like what i'm wearing even if i look funny. it was part of the resolution after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a quote because i really frickin love this movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Faye Dolan: Was she a good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;Guy Patterson: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Faye Dolan: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Guy Patterson: It would be ungentlemanly of me to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;Faye Dolan: Gentleman. I'd forgotten what you guys looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Guy Patterson: Hey, Uncle Bob?... When are we gonna get these records?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bob: [thinks] Ah... Luke 21:19&lt;br /&gt;The Bass Player: Let your patience possess ye your souls.&lt;br /&gt;Lenny Haise: Luke? Who's Luke? When are we gettin the records?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bob: Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) good day sunshine. tenenen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-7664126086609929753?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7664126086609929753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=7664126086609929753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7664126086609929753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7664126086609929753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-jimmys-genius-then-i-am-ou-thant.html' title='if jimmy&apos;s a genius then i am ou thant'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-720436922438308388</id><published>2009-04-02T18:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:39:54.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Super Pajama Girl</title><content type='html'>because i've been tired, sad, frustrated, irritated, and all things negative all day i'll post really old photos i found while trying to fix my files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSYYftXeFI/AAAAAAAAAy8/On1mR0ZLbW4/s1600-h/000_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSYYftXeFI/AAAAAAAAAy8/On1mR0ZLbW4/s400/000_1136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320044606427461714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdShcoaPaZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/LzZjkmJYDaM/s1600-h/02+airport+cebu+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdShcoaPaZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/LzZjkmJYDaM/s400/02+airport+cebu+(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320054573087287698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdShod0ieHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/58lGHUvHyw8/s1600-h/5cb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdShod0ieHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/58lGHUvHyw8/s400/5cb8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320054776403228786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdShz_D96_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/3EfvC27K69A/s1600-h/100_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdShz_D96_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/3EfvC27K69A/s400/100_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320054974304873458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSh9AqI7II/AAAAAAAAAzc/blu4Sz3nwlA/s1600-h/105_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSh9AqI7II/AAAAAAAAAzc/blu4Sz3nwlA/s400/105_0526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320055129352236162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSiOlEW0qI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZB-jJcIY_ds/s1600-h/b0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSiOlEW0qI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZB-jJcIY_ds/s400/b0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320055431183651490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSijbo9laI/AAAAAAAAAzs/7TxpAEn2Auw/s1600-h/cimg00721la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSijbo9laI/AAAAAAAAAzs/7TxpAEn2Auw/s400/cimg00721la.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320055789430085026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSirzoEgQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/8b2OuBTH9yc/s1600-h/dagang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSirzoEgQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/8b2OuBTH9yc/s400/dagang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320055933307748610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSjmSMlvrI/AAAAAAAAA0c/9k4F4AIh2no/s1600-h/frustrated1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSjmSMlvrI/AAAAAAAAA0c/9k4F4AIh2no/s400/frustrated1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320056937946398386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSjmbJ_EjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_7hwI9I_fgQ/s1600-h/Private2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSjmbJ_EjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_7hwI9I_fgQ/s400/Private2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320056940351394354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSjmJOtGSI/AAAAAAAAA0M/PG-N96J7mlI/s1600-h/pix3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSjmJOtGSI/AAAAAAAAA0M/PG-N96J7mlI/s400/pix3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320056935539349794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSjmNQF88I/AAAAAAAAA0E/ehf5dBRcftM/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSjmNQF88I/AAAAAAAAA0E/ehf5dBRcftM/s400/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320056936618914754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSjmFScsFI/AAAAAAAAAz8/X5_W4VIqOxY/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSjmFScsFI/AAAAAAAAAz8/X5_W4VIqOxY/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320056934481309778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; aww amishu cherinai. &amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more old school pictures tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-720436922438308388?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/720436922438308388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=720436922438308388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/720436922438308388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/720436922438308388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-pajama-girl.html' title='Super Pajama Girl'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdSYYftXeFI/AAAAAAAAAy8/On1mR0ZLbW4/s72-c/000_1136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-9084564428960821895</id><published>2009-03-30T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:52:25.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>There Beneath the Blue Suburban Skies</title><content type='html'>Payday Monday :) + salary increase to boot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdCkRmPDC2I/AAAAAAAAAy0/3cQrj_zsdY4/s1600-h/P1190442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdCkRmPDC2I/AAAAAAAAAy0/3cQrj_zsdY4/s400/P1190442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318931782152948578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately that's the happiest my face would go. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh vey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-9084564428960821895?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/9084564428960821895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=9084564428960821895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/9084564428960821895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/9084564428960821895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-beneath-blue-suburban-skies.html' title='There Beneath the Blue Suburban Skies'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SdCkRmPDC2I/AAAAAAAAAy0/3cQrj_zsdY4/s72-c/P1190442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-6605909205137590375</id><published>2009-03-23T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:55:56.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>the belated birthday post</title><content type='html'>will post full detail of the epic birthday week next time. i'm up to my ears in work after the 4 day leave from work i took last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so needless to say it was A-W-E-S-O-M-E. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to kids who greeted me and spent time with me to have a few beers and a few laughs as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILU! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm 24 and times-a-ticking. pressure's on for me to do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;something meaningful&lt;/span&gt; with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still save the world. i still have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Scd4TDdBxxI/AAAAAAAAAuM/odbLem2hY_I/s1600-h/helipadkax3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Scd4TDdBxxI/AAAAAAAAAuM/odbLem2hY_I/s400/helipadkax3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316350153874065170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my 19 year old self :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my camera is a year old too! hbtu takeo! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-6605909205137590375?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6605909205137590375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=6605909205137590375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6605909205137590375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6605909205137590375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/belated-birthday-post.html' title='the belated birthday post'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/Scd4TDdBxxI/AAAAAAAAAuM/odbLem2hY_I/s72-c/helipadkax3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7499386759144469033</id><published>2009-03-16T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:37:38.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>here we go again</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'m not trying to make this a downer, understand. I mean, i really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But i also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. &lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the princess bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-7499386759144469033?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7499386759144469033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=7499386759144469033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7499386759144469033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7499386759144469033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2021133923039807029</id><published>2009-03-11T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:01:15.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dorky Guy</title><content type='html'>Guys who look this good makes my knees buckle: (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SbeLzU93CxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fVJK762K1Qk/s1600-h/141302_l_9152927f15514203b384a4860d32a062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SbeLzU93CxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fVJK762K1Qk/s400/141302_l_9152927f15514203b384a4860d32a062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311867999424547602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SbeLE2iukNI/AAAAAAAAAt0/caidfSHPlZA/s1600-h/76410_DSC_0015-2-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SbeLE2iukNI/AAAAAAAAAt0/caidfSHPlZA/s400/76410_DSC_0015-2-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311867200983699666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SbeK6FQO9BI/AAAAAAAAAts/hXIFuRPbqEg/s1600-h/57849_samis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SbeK6FQO9BI/AAAAAAAAAts/hXIFuRPbqEg/s400/57849_samis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311867015954101266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE if their outfit looks a bit emo or metro or a bit gay. It still looks absolutely DORKISH to me! And I LOVE IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; dress up like this haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-2021133923039807029?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2021133923039807029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2021133923039807029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2021133923039807029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2021133923039807029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/dorky-guy.html' title='The Dorky Guy'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SbeLzU93CxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fVJK762K1Qk/s72-c/141302_l_9152927f15514203b384a4860d32a062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7790306243115249445</id><published>2009-03-11T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:05:20.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionable content'/><title type='text'>Radiohead Reference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SbdiXqUQ-PI/AAAAAAAAAtk/sXWbsMaUNIo/s1600-h/1357.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SbdiXqUQ-PI/AAAAAAAAAtk/sXWbsMaUNIo/s400/1357.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311822444142590194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they may have a point. I blame you Thom Yorke! haha Your songs made me miserable at 24 (well soon to be)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-7790306243115249445?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7790306243115249445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=7790306243115249445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7790306243115249445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7790306243115249445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/radiohead-reference.html' title='Radiohead Reference'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SbdiXqUQ-PI/AAAAAAAAAtk/sXWbsMaUNIo/s72-c/1357.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8220474377231204817</id><published>2009-03-09T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:51:07.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>oh hell no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/32947665.html"&gt;ZAC EFRON and BABY V to WED&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pano na ang mga pangarap ko na pagbuo ng pamilya kasama si zac efron???? goodbye little zac efrons running around the house in their nappies :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's ok. i always knew i was bound to marry &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;joseph gordon levitt&lt;/span&gt; anyway. too bad he has a &lt;a href="http://paintyhands.tumblr.com"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;. a girl can dream, can't she??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8220474377231204817?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8220474377231204817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8220474377231204817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8220474377231204817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8220474377231204817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-hell-no.html' title='oh hell no!'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2633860189272675509</id><published>2009-03-09T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:12:07.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>dahil inggitera akong walang palpal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our purest joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy. The joy you feel when a limousine turns the wrong way a one-way street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- haunted, c. palahniuk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-2633860189272675509?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2633860189272675509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2633860189272675509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2633860189272675509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2633860189272675509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/dahil-inggitera-akong-walang-palpal.html' title='dahil inggitera akong walang palpal'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5587483521614809906</id><published>2009-03-06T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:42:40.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>Rest in Peace Francis M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-5587483521614809906?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5587483521614809906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5587483521614809906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5587483521614809906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5587483521614809906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4282944630621720647</id><published>2009-03-04T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:34:22.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The Inevitable</title><content type='html'>Holy Cow, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i am also in awe and undeniably jealous of these kids whose talents are to, to say the least, epic! and they're much younger than me too! (too lazy to name/link drop). these kids are geniuses, armed with their cameras, sewing kits, pen and paper, brush and paint, musical instruments, etc etc etc. and i am JEALOUS (i said that already too)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was born with the gift of translating life into words that touch hearts and souls... or maybe born to be the next picasso, dali, etc... or born with the ear and the heart for music. but i wasn't. or maybe i was... but the interest to hone the talent and become incredibly amazing at it came too late. which is really really really sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can only wish i was half as good as these kids who are out there sharing their magic with the rest of the world while i can only pretend to be "OK" at these things that i'm interested in (like photography, painting, and words words words). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's not too late to learn and develop my talent (if ever i have any), but the chance to be really good at it has past me by... i think. although i hope i'm wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my version of being emo about turning a year older in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. i can't wait to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;500 days of summer&lt;/span&gt;!! just because i think jgl and zd are absolutely adorable together. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1022603/"&gt;imdb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4282944630621720647?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4282944630621720647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4282944630621720647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4282944630621720647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4282944630621720647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/inevitable.html' title='The Inevitable'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8539306475375503629</id><published>2009-03-02T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:08:23.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>i love beatles (doh)</title><content type='html'>but this song makes me sad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I once had a girl, or should i say, she once had me.&lt;br /&gt;She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;So i looked around and i noticed there wasn't a chair.&lt;br /&gt;I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.&lt;br /&gt;We talked until two and then she said, "it's time for bed".&lt;br /&gt;She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I told her i didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;And when i awoke i was alone, this bird had flown.&lt;br /&gt;So i lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's because of haruki murakami's book. i can't help but keep relating the song to the book even after i've finished reading it a couple of years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8539306475375503629?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8539306475375503629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8539306475375503629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8539306475375503629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8539306475375503629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-beatles-doh.html' title='i love beatles (doh)'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-528418146861213123</id><published>2009-02-25T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:36:16.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>the haircut</title><content type='html'>i haven't had my hair cut short in a long time. the shortest i went for the past two years was a chin length bob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see picture (me channeling willy garte):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SaTSn8K9seI/AAAAAAAAAtM/MXWRnbt4VDY/s1600-h/IMG_7195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SaTSn8K9seI/AAAAAAAAAtM/MXWRnbt4VDY/s400/IMG_7195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306597844558131682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss not having to fret about how my hair looks after i step out of the shower so i'm thinking of going back to this look (not my picture):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SaTTJ1l90BI/AAAAAAAAAtU/pwZbTAGnpKs/s1600-h/klanphear9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SaTTJ1l90BI/AAAAAAAAAtU/pwZbTAGnpKs/s400/klanphear9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306598426907889682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/"&gt;kate lanphear (i think) pic source: jak and jill blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get ready for my siopao face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-528418146861213123?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/528418146861213123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=528418146861213123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/528418146861213123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/528418146861213123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/02/haircut.html' title='the haircut'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SaTSn8K9seI/AAAAAAAAAtM/MXWRnbt4VDY/s72-c/IMG_7195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-310834659223621567</id><published>2009-02-24T17:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:32:15.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>somebody stop me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this year i resolve to: REINVENT MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally stopped caring about what other people think about how i look, how i dress, how i talk, how i think, how i frigging exist. STOPPED CARING (relatively).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll wear my purple tights even if their knees have become holey. i'll wear my bright red beanie even if it's hot and drink iced lattes while i read murakami with my legs up on the arm rests of my high back chair. i choose to look like a pretentious fart whose nails are chewed up red and needing desperately of a manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to believe that the sun doesn't shine out of my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will bring out my pencils and my paints and pretend as if my whole life depended on it that i am oozing creativity from every cavity in my body and i must get them on paper before reality comes checking in and slaps me for being such an embarrassment to all andy warhol wannabes in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will read every book there is to read except self help ones because i am perfect and i don't need some bald guy telling me that i need to shine and love myself because i already do. i will read and spurt random quotes from every book that i've read because they will (seemingly) make me sound eloquent, smart, and well like i have the answer to every question there is to man. seemingly. because obviously i have no words of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mockingbird girl&lt;/span&gt;... in the sky with diamonds. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say i resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lose weight before my birthday (at least 5 lbs., sign up for the gym and goddamit swim!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. cut my hair short again because i can't be bothered to comb it and i miss having the wind on my nape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. moisturize (a trip to my sister's derma one saturday afternoon when she dragged me to go with her because diamond peels can be boring, convinced me that i need to take care of my skin because i don't want to look like i'm 40 when i'm only 28 - which will be 4 years from now. however, i think smile lines are lovely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. take art lessons once again because i've completely forgotten how to handle a brush. and despite convictions of having my own style, i still need to 1up my skills and improve whatever excuse of a style i may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. and finish all my pending readings. the growing pile beside my bed, on my table, in my sister's room, in the car, and in my bag is absolutely ridiculous! and the next book fair is only 6 months away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. wear every article of clothing i have in my closet which means i have to quit wearing shirts and jeans everyday because i refuse to look like everybody else (which is just a snotty way of saying i have a lot of great clothes in my closet that i never wear except in my bedroom because i had no idea how to and i used to be afraid of looking silly but now i'm not or me pretending that i have style reeking out of my ass which i don't). - i don't mind looking silly or pretentious. at the end of the day when i've ran out of things to laugh at/about i can always look at myself and end up howling like a hyena because instead of looking margeilic i ended up looking like a trainwreck. that's always bound to be funny. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. eat, sleep, breathe, drink, TRAVEL. people to see, places to visit and pictures waiting to be taken. my passport will be my bestfriend (because my actual best friends can't be bothered to be away from work or their love lives hahahaha i love you both!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. and and and and most importantly I WANNA BE KATE (as in the ben folds five song :)). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she never gets wet. she smiles and it's a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's everything i want she's everything i'm not...&lt;/span&gt; hahaha i just want to be less thunder and lightning and be a little bit more sunshine and flying unicorns. it's tiring and it gives me gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides there's always sun&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flowers in the window it's such a lovely day and i'm glad you feel the same&lt;/span&gt;... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-310834659223621567?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/310834659223621567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=310834659223621567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/310834659223621567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/310834659223621567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/02/somebody-stop-me.html' title='somebody stop me'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-3330427649523206309</id><published>2009-02-23T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:09:44.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EPITAPH FOR A DARLING LADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all her hours were yellow sands, &lt;br /&gt;blown in foolish whorls and tassels;&lt;br /&gt;slipping warmly through her hands;&lt;br /&gt;patted into little castles.&lt;br /&gt;shiny day on shiny day&lt;br /&gt;tumbled in a rainbow clutter,&lt;br /&gt;as she flipped them all away, &lt;br /&gt;sent them spinning down the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;leave for her a red young rose,&lt;br /&gt;go your way, and save your pity;&lt;br /&gt;she is happy, for she knows&lt;br /&gt;that her dust is very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DOROTHY PARKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm feeling extra cheery despite everything else that life doesn't seem to tire of throwing my way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early booked a flight to hongkong for june. 3k down for my "BUY ME A TELEPHOTO LENS FUND". and savoring every happy detail: from the old new mole on my left middle finger to the yellow postcard i nicked from moro last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be perfectly and happily tragic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for tomorrow's happy sad ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-3330427649523206309?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/3330427649523206309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=3330427649523206309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3330427649523206309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3330427649523206309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4216397316687285954</id><published>2009-02-17T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:58:05.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The Birthday</title><content type='html'>My birthday is coming up in less than 2 months! Matagal pa, I know. But I love birthdays, even if it means getting older by another year. But who cares? It's just a number. Although I hope I still don't look like I'm (turning) 24. Moisturize! Moisturize! Haha kunyari girly girl ako and I care for that stuff, although my sister says (pati na din si Lui) that I SHOULD moisturize to prevent my skin from getting wrinkly when I'm older. I don't want to look like my skin's dead wood when I'm 42! But I'll worry about that later when I'm 27 and my skin's starting to flake. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my birthday coming up in less than 2 months... It's time for the annual WISHLIST! Just so you, my dear loveys, won't have any trouble trying to come up with a gift for me come &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; day. (yeah right, I'd be lucky to get one gift haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.kenrockwell.com/nikon/18200.htm"&gt;Nikon 18-200mm lens&lt;/a&gt; (a &lt;a href="http://www.shopbot.com.au/pp-sigma-18-200mm-f3-5-6-3-dc---nikon-price-33689-1862127.html"&gt;Sigma Nikon Mount&lt;/a&gt; wouldn't be too bad either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.kenrockwell.com/nikon/1224.htm"&gt;Nikon 12-24mm f/4 AF-S DX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.kenrockwell.com/nikon/5014af.htm"&gt;Nikon 50mm f/1.4 AF D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.thefest.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;cPath=230_246&amp;products_id=950"&gt;Beatles Rubber Soul Messenger Bag&lt;/a&gt; (actually kahit anong &lt;a href="http://www.thefest.com/store/index.php?main_page=index&amp;cPath=230"&gt;Beatles na Bag&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="https://www.dmusastore.com/p-2344-1490.aspx"&gt;10 Hole Ox Blood Vintage 1490 Doc Martens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.topshelfcomix.com/preview.php?preview=blankets&amp;page=1"&gt;Blankets by Craig Thompson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href"http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780375714764-0"&gt;Goodbye Chunky Rice by Craig Thompson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/series/9268?ie=UTF8&amp;edition=paperback"&gt;The Sandman Series by Neil Gaiman&lt;/a&gt; (wish ko lang makumpleto ko to haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.sennheiserusa.com/newsite/productdetail.asp?transid=500319"&gt;Giant Headphones&lt;/a&gt; (for my malapit ng masagasaan wala pa din pakialam kasi pinapakinggan si Andre E sa ipod niya... yes, may Andrew Ford Medina ako sa ipod ko bakit ba?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heavens-Net-Wide-Tales-Otori/dp/159448953X/ref=pd_sim_b_shvl_img_4/105-5430458-3813236"&gt;Heavens Net is Wide by Lian Hearn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?hl=en&amp;q=brilliance+of+the+moon+1st+edition&amp;cid=16809550381458362355&amp;sa=title#ps-sellers"&gt;Brilliance of the Moon by Lian Hearn&lt;/a&gt; (yang edition na yan ah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://www.topatoco.com/merchant.mvc?Screen=CTGY&amp;Store_Code=TO&amp;Category_Code=QC"&gt;Any Questionable Content Merchandise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://joshspear.com/item/blackbird-fly-tlr-camera/"&gt;Blackbird, Fly TLR Camera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://joshspear.com/item/the-nike-coraline-dunks/#more-12502"&gt;Nike Coraline Dunks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;itemCount=60&amp;startValue=1&amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;sortby=&amp;id=14829881&amp;parentid=M_COLL_FAVORITES&amp;sortProperties=&amp;navCount=9&amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;color=&amp;pushId=M_COLL_FAVORITES&amp;popId=MENS_ACCESSORIES&amp;prepushId="&gt;Fisheye 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;itemCount=60&amp;startValue=1&amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;sortby=&amp;id=15613169&amp;parentid=W_COLL_SPRINGFAVES&amp;sortProperties=&amp;navCount=63&amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;color=&amp;pushId=W_COLL_SPRINGFAVES&amp;popId=WOMENS_COLLECTIONS&amp;prepushId="&gt;Burloloy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;a href="http://joinred.blogspot.com/2008/12/converse-launches-latest-1hundred.html"&gt;Cannanes Chuck Taylors Red Series&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/category.jsp?itemCount=60&amp;pushId=WOMENS_APPAREL&amp;id=W_APP_DRESSES&amp;startValue=1&amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;navCount=&amp;prevVisit=true&amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;sortby=&amp;prepushId=&amp;popId=WOMENS"&gt;a lot of dresses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;a href="http://www.eat.ph/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=80&amp;Itemid=57"&gt;Food Trip at Wai Ying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coron,_Palawan"&gt;Trip to Coron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;a href="http://www.rockband.com/"&gt;Rockband&lt;/a&gt; (samahan niyo na din ng Wii or Xbox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madami pa eh pero yung mga iba kaya ko na bilhin... or di kaya bilhin ng pera :) naks. parang pag-ibig. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang. bow. 24. Here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4216397316687285954?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4216397316687285954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4216397316687285954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4216397316687285954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4216397316687285954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday.html' title='The Birthday'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2334421591541741154</id><published>2009-02-16T15:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:57:06.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nung Highschool ako...</title><content type='html'>wala akong social life. haha masaya na ko sa pamcdo mcdo namin after classes (minsan pa nga burger machine eh), at magpa-picture sa fuji picture booth na andun sa dating grocery na giniba na ngayon sa may tapat ng ministop malapit sa school (st.bridget po ito). ang gimik ko, pupunta kina loren para tumambay o kaya pupunta sa burger king para iabuso ang bottomless soda nila. ni hindi pa nga ako pumupunta sa mga gig nun kasi alam ko di ako papayagan nina mama. ang alam ko lang na mga party eh yung mga party sa subdvision namin sa bahay ng mga ka-choir kasi debut, birthday, despidida, ganun. may alak man, para lang sa mga matatanda. tapos uwian na ng mga 12 kasi antok na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college ko na natutunan uminom. at pumunta sa mga party. pero ang mga party na pinupuntahan ko pa din eh sa mga bahay lang din ng mga kaibigan. birthday, despidida, break up at kung ano ano pa. pero mas madalas gig pinupuntahan ko. di ako sumasama sa mga org parties kasi di ko naman kilala mga tao dun. anti-social ang front ko pagdating sa school dati. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya naman nagulat ako nung nabasa ko to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;February 9, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Ateneo parents, students and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" class="snap_shots" href="http://stoyaboys.multiply.com/"&gt;STOYA&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.68/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.68/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; members,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three months back, I found out that an "OPEN PARTY" organized by students of the Assumption was booked at our village clubhouse. In this event, the venue meant for 300 pax was packed with as many as  800, due to the zealousness of its organizers to maximize their earnings. Many of the attendees had no recourse but to spill over to the parking area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That night, a nasty brawl occurred right outside the venue, and the security incident report outlined the destruction caused to the clubhouse facilities, the sight of inebriated teenagers holding bottles of liquor roaming the streets, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the discovery of used condoms on the park grounds and alleys the following day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. (You can verify this yourself.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were on an out of town trip when all these happened and I could only imagine the chaos that went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last January 16, 2009 my son Marcel Piezas, a 2nd year Ateneo student, pleaded with me to allow him to attend an "OPEN PARTY" organized by 3rd year Poveda High School students at Greenmeadows. I warned him about the untoward incidents in our village but due to his persistent pleas, reassurances, acceptance of certain conditions (e.g. curfew) coupled with guilt trips of being labeled an outcast once denied of participation, I succumbed to his appeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That night at around half past eleven, I found myself praying for Marcel's protection, possibly owing to vague intuition, not knowing what was going just a stone's throw away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At around 11:30 p.m., after having danced with around three other girls, Marcel asked for a dance with Ms. A (name withheld). The dance was uneventful except for the part where she asked Marcel if she could take a picture of them, which my son agreed to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Immediately after the dance, Marcel thanked her, and excused himself since his 12 midnight curfew was fast approaching. He and his classmate B (name withheld) proceeded to exit the dance hall to meet four other classmates who were already at the parking area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three meters from the exit, two teen-aged boys came out of the hall together with Ms. A, the girl Marcel just danced with, blaringly asking, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sino ang nangbastos sa pinsan ko? Kayo ba? Kayo ba?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems that, Ms. A pointed out my son to the two boys, wilfully or otherwise, prompting them to pull his shoulder and start punching him on the head, which caused a laceration and multiple hematomas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The two boys shouted invectives at Marcel (e.g. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sabihin mo sa nanay mo, malansa ang kaniyang puk_", "pu__ ina mo, gusto mo mamatay?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; etc.) and repeatedly slapped him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a while, the group of three had swelled to five. They were joined by other boys (names withheld). A few seconds more, and the crowd had expanded to around twenty, arm in arm, they formed a circle around Marcel. They continued to punch, slap, insult and spit at my defenceless boy. One of them even ordered him to kneel down and apologize, which he did, even if he knew he was not guilty of anything, if only to stop the beating. After his apology, he was punched hard on the mouth, causing a cut on the lower lip, and three front teeth to turn mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were big bodied bouncers hired during the party, and some village guards manning the gates. Neither of them lifted a finger to help my son. All they uttered was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tama na yan." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lone defender of Marcel was a school mate, Boy B (name withheld).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the expense of enduring a few blows himself, he pleaded with the boys and tried to convince them that they have the wrong guy, and that Marcel was a good boy, incapable of the accusation they were throwing at him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mauling miraculously stopped for around 15 seconds (probably around the same time I was praying for him) which gave another brave classmate the chance to grab then bloody Marcel by the arm and pull him out of the circle of tormentors. They ran for it and left in a car with their other classmates who were too stunned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and traumatized themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minutes after escaping the assailants, Marcel continued receiving phone calls through his mobile phone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wherein he was harassed and taunted. The calls and text have persisted until a week ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After our preliminary investigation, we discovered that the aggressors are members of TGF or "The Good Fraternity", a loose group of high school students (boys and a few girls) who frequent the party scene, SOME of whom are reputed to be bullies, war freaks, alcoholics, possibly drug users, and carriers of deadly weapons such as guns, knives, tasers, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently, some of them use this strategy of bullying helpless-looking boys in the guise of being gallant men saving a damsel in distress for having been "disrespected".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The exact same scenario by the same people happened to a fellow Atenean at a different party a few weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;earlier. Many other boys from other schools have experienced beating from the same group for the most senseless reason as having been ogled at or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having flexed biceps and triceps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to the annoyance of the bullies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What happened to Marcel was a nightmare not only to him but to ourselves as parents. My husband who is working in Canada can only cry in helplessness at not having been around to defend or at the very least comfort him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot sleep soundly knowing that our sons and daughters are prone to being swallowed by profligacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you parents know that kids nowadays dance "spooning" style?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Did you know that there are mobile bars for rent that serve "mocktails" or full-fledged cocktails and beer in bubble containers to our young teen-agers unmindful of the alcohol prohibition for minors (ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" class="snap_shots" href="http://soberclub2007.multiply.com/"&gt;Sober Club&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.68/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.68/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" class="snap_shots" href="http://elationbuffet.multiply.com/"&gt;Elation&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! 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I even heard that open parties are now being used by pushers as their market for mood altering wares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't even know that the Greenmeadows party that Marcel attended was entitled "Lust", which is one of a series of seven parties named after the seven deadly sins. I was shocked at having found out the organizers' preference for their party names.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have vowed to make this an advocacy. We are filing a complaint with the authorities about the matter, not only to seek justice for my son, but to stop this culture of violence and immorality among the youth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would have wanted to treat this as privately and as quietly as I can but recent developments have forced me to do otherwise. I came across this blog site which made my stomach turn at seeing how insensitive, frivolous, and unprincipled the authors of this entry and its supporters are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Log on and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" class="snap_shots" href="http://c24others.multiply.com/journal/item/40/Read_this"&gt;read&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.68/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.68/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(EDIT: Blog is currently locked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rumors are spreading like wildfire and the ugly misinformation is causing yet another trauma on my son. Some stories are going around about his being too drunk to have had control of himself, thus the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;molestation. To correct the defamation being spread, and to give these STOYA boys who have a lot of growing up to do a piece of my mind, allow me categorically say that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1) My son NEVER molested anyone and we can prove this to the hilt. The bloggers didn't even give him the benefit of the doubt by adding the world "allegedly". They wrote it as if it were a fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instead of supporting your fellow Atenean, you are pushing him towards the furnace by spreading this lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2) My son, who, for one week after the assault, endured nightmares and anxiety attacks over possible retaliatory acts by perceived sympathetic blue blooded members of TGF NEVER squealed on any one to the APSA. He bore his psychological injuries which far outweighed the physical wounds with dignity and bravery. He never even brought up the incident with his football coach who benched him during two crucial games for having missed a week's practice clueless that Marcel was waiting for the contusions on his head to heal. For all I know, he was also possibly avoiding aggressive tussling, inevitable in the sport, which might stir fearsome memories. He felt so down but didn't want his coach to think he was making excuses for his absences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3) I never complained verbally, or in writing, to APSA regarding what happened to my son knowing that STOYA per se, is not the enemy. I simply wrote a letter of excuse for Marcel's two-day absence while he was recovering from the trauma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4) I never accused STOYA of harassment when they approached Marcel in an effort to convince me to tell Mr. Dennis Dator of their innocence regarding the mauling. I simply felt that it is futile to make that appointment since I never filed a complaint against them in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5) To say that "it can only take ONE person to destroy a party. All he/she needs to do is to tell his/her parents to call up the school, name names and say drugs or what not has been going around" reeks of a distorted sense of values. It's as if parties are the end all and be all of life's existence. Never mind if a person gets hurt... the show must go on! Besides, I never did what they accuse me of doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6) Do you honestly think that this line "The police can always be ordered to go to a party to end it" is preventive or is it a curative solution to a done disaster which only takes a few minutes to happen? Hunky bouncers and security guards were around when Marcel was beaten up. What good did they do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7) From STOYA: "Pucha, everyday people DIE due to far more worse (sic) incidents than mere fist fights and now people start making this such a HUGE deal since it happened to someone close to them?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Response: What if the blow on Marcel's head were a tad stronger than they were causing irreversible brain damage? Would that be big deal enough to warrant your attention? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8) From STOYA: "don't call us insensitive and immoral for promoting alcohol under the age of 18. You've never had a shot of vodka or a cold glass of beer? Don't be a hypocrite and lie. It's part of high school" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Response: The law is the law and it was created for a reason, and it is meant to be adhered to, otherwise suffer penalties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9) "Also, It's the parents' choice to allow their children to go and do these things so if you have a problem with parties, don't allow your children" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Response: Parents unwittingly allow their children to attend these parties without the knowledge of the imminent dangers that abound in such parties, thus, my cause of letting it be known. No matter how well we try to raise our children, they sometimes make the wrong, stubborn choices and succumb to peer pressure thinking that what is prevalent is "cool", or is acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10) STOYA, your entrepreneurial spirit is partly admirable. "Dreams of creating seven parties in 10 months". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, if your ventures are money making, may I ask if you give out receipts to your patrons? Do you pay taxes to the BIR? Maybe this is another angle worth looking at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear STOYA boys and supporters, I hope you broaden your minds a little bit more and see where concerned school authorities and parents are coming from. You, our dear boys are gifts from God entrusted to us for guidance and moulding. Our commitment to our Maker, and to the Giver of life is to lead you back to Him in life eternity. It's true that life is full of risks, that life is well lived if freedom abounds, and that it is important to stand by what we believe in. But as graduating students of a highly reputable Catholic school for which your parents toil hard to make your enrollment possible, I would have hoped that you had loftier beliefs that you would adamantly fight for. Year in, year out, you learn in CLE that free will has its limitations. As minors your care rests on those who are supposedly more ripe in wisdom. If we can shield you from as much pain, suffering and harm as we can, we will do so by all means because that is an expression of LOVE. You may sulk all you want but take it like a man. Like you all said, you will be adults in a few months time anyway. Start acting like one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MRS. CELINE PIEZAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang masasabi ko lang... SHET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano na nangyayari sa kabataan ngayon? ayoko maging hipokrito para mangaral tungkol sa panginginom at pagiging malaswa. kasi kahit college na ko nagsimula maging makamundo, bata pa din ako nun at wala pa sa tamang pagiisip (sa totoo lang, kahit hanggang ngayon marami pa kong di alam at sa ganung dahilan, bata pa din talaga ako)... pero ang pananakit ng kapwa? marami laban sa isa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chong... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THAT IS UNCOOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag may nangyayaring ganyan sa mga party (at tyak ako hindi yan isolated case kasi andami ko na din naririnig na kwento na may mga nagkakagulo sa mga ganyang parties dahil may mga nakainom, pinag-aawayan ang mga babae), iisipin mo pa ba na "shet baka di na matuloy yung susunod na mga parties!". umayos naman sana di ba? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ang nakakatawa pa dito... feeling nung mga taong involved, yung bata ang may kasalanan at di dapat sila managot! ewan ko lang ah. sa party niyo nangyari. sa party na kayo ang nag-ayos. kung ano mang mangyari sa party na inayos niyo, kayo ang may responsibility para dun. GANYAN MAGISIP ANG MGA ADULTS (well ideally)! kung nagpupumilit kayo kumilos na parang adults, i'm so sorry, kelangan niyo din muna magisip ng parang adults. kulang pa kayo dun, mga bata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang hindi lang yung mga batang involved ang dapat sisihin. mga magulang din naman kahit papaano. konting pagpapa-alala lang po! minsan nagpapasalamat talaga ako na ang strikto sa akin ng nanay at tatay ko (kahit to a fault), kasi kahit kelan di ako nakaranas ng ganito at awa ng diyos matanda na ko para makaranas pa ng ganyan (di uso sa mga kaibigan ko at mga kaibigan ng mga kaibigan ko ang bugbugan. tapunan lang ng kutsilyo at martilyo...di ba cos? hahaha). at ayoko maranasan yan ng mga magiging anak ko (kung mamalasin man at magluwal ako ng isa pang halimaw kagaya ko sa mundong ito). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at syempre may mga pagkukulang din ang mga paaralan. paalala lang po. kayo po ang tumutulong maghubog sa mga bata ngayon - kung paano ang tamang asal, pagiisip, at pag diskarte. hindi naman sila kailangan lumaking parang magmamadre o magpapari, sobrang maria clara at crisostomo ibarra... pero sana matulungan po natin sila magisip ng dalawa, tatlo, hanggang limang milyong beses kung ang ikikilos ba nila ay tama o mali, may maapektuhan o wala, makakasama o makakabuti... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo hindi rin ako santo o di kaya napakabait na mamayan ng republika ng pilipinas, pero limang beses sa sampu, pinagiisipan ko naman ng mabuti ang mga desisyong ginagawa ko. di naman masama na magsimula na tayo kumilos ng ganito habang bata pa tayo. hindi porke't bata ka pa, eh mayroon ka ng palusot para kumilos ng parang walang responsibilidad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung makulit pa din: ISUMBONG KAY TULFO ANG MGA BATANG UNCOOL! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol at the condoms. at least they're practicing safe sex (just kidding!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ADD]&lt;br /&gt;eto pala yung blog post ng isang taga-stoya. at seriously di ko kinaya tawa ako ng tawa. di pa naman ganun ako katanda pero hindi ko talaga naiinitindihan kung ano tumatakbo sa utak ng mga batang ito... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;STOYA'S LETTER:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here's the whole story, we'll try to keep it as short as possible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most of you know what happened in Lust. An Atenean got beaten up for molesting a girl (correct us if we’re wrong, but this isn't what the entry is about). We all know stuff like these are BOUND to happen but when your parents call up your school to complain, things get ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school started investigating on students who were involved in organizing parties. As soon as we heard the news, we approached that sophomore and told him to tell his parents that we HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT BECAUSE THAT WAS THE TRUTH. Surprisingly, this only added to the flames as his parents felt that their son was being threatened. OBVIOUSLY, all our names popped out together with the Asylum people once the investigation began. Since we never had started GM-ing Nitro, the school decided to interrogate our brothers in 3rd year, leaving us on the sideboard. They were threatened to be expelled and what not, but after they talked to several people (parents, school officials, you name it), they replied with letters explaining that open parties are obviously out of their hands but once trouble happens in these said events, the organizers will be forced to take full responsibility facing charges from BOTH the school and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our graduating year and EVEN THOUGH FIGHTS NEVER HAPPEN IN OUR PARTIES, we wouldn't want to take risks. Rumors say that school officials and parents plan on dismissing/expelling us if we pursue Nitro as to set an example of how not to treat the last days in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like you to know that one of the things we are most proud of would be the crowd in our parties. We love you guys 'til death! The guys don't fight, the girls actually aren't all KJ and snobby. You make us smile and give us our daily energy; all the words of encouragement and positive feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, it can only take ONE person to destroy a party. All he/she needs to do is to tell his/her parents to call up the school, name names and say drugs or what not has been going around. Also, the police can always be ordered to go to a party to end it. We all know for a fact that it's illegal to drink at such an age. We're just disappointed something like this had to happen for something not big at all. Pucha, everyday people DIE due to far more worse incidents than mere fist fights and now people start making this such a HUGE deal since it happened to someone close to them? Parties have been going on since FOREVER which is precisely why we can't see why this had to happen NOW. We have no other intention but to have FUN when we host parties so don't call us insensitive and immoral for promoting alcohol under the age of 18. You've never had a shot of vodka or a cold glass of beer? Don't be a hypocrite and lie. It's part of high school, face the fact! We are given the CHOICE (hence the name OPEN party) whether to drink or not. Also, It's the parents' choice to allow their children to go and do these things so if you have a problem with parties, don't allow your children. It's as simple as that! Don't go around whining and complaining how evil the young adolescents of the Philippine society are today. You just cannot see yourselves 40 years from now telling your friends, "Pare, naalala mo ba nung nasa highschool tayo nung nag perfect ako sa Math quiz?" That's complete bullshit. Chances are most of you will be talking about the first time you smoked up, got drunk, or kissed your crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the hate towards them; Who are we to say what’s right from wrong? It's not how the world works and there isn't much we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is: We STILL need to follow the rules because we chose to study in this school. STOYA has decided not to push through with Nitro or any other party 'til further notice due to an incident blown way out of proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This completely saddens us as we never intended to make things this way. We obviously still want to make parties. HECK, Valle Verde 4 was already paid for and our Greenmeadows reservation (Expulsion 2) for April 3 has been set. SAYANG. We planned to get SOBERCLUB, ELATION AND PARTY FUEL for our last party as a thank you present to all our supporters and friends! Our dreams of creating 7 parties in 12 months are most likely not to push through! Eight if you would even include Dipsomania. Although it would be too early to say that this would be the end for STOYA's parties, We would like to thank you all for supporting us and hearing us out! Just remember that life is such a precious gift so we should all make the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, people will never believe in the same things. This is what makes Earth a more challenging yet exciting place to live in. A famous quote goes, "If you want to fail, try pleasing everyone." But what’s important is that you believe in something and stand by it, and we believe in creating the best parties which will make your high school stay a one worth remembering! With the school and parents breathing down our necks, doing this has become immensely difficult and one thing we surely don’t believe in is making half-assed parties. Once again, we'd like to thank you for all of your support, this isn’t the last you've heard from STOYA...we'll all be 18 and legal next school year anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost this entry if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're kinda sad now but you can cheer us up by bringing ALL YOUR FRIENDS to ASYLUM on FEB 20 in the GREENMEADOWS CLUBHOUSE. Naghahatak kami 'til death and we can guarantee a minimum of 500 people. :&gt; So, congrats in advance, Blacklist! Libre after ah. =P”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ateneo ba kayo? hindi ba tinuturuan naman kayo ng idea ng magis? men for others? chuvaklu? di ba dapat? gradeschool palang eh. kung kami nga na dayo nalang sa ateneo dahil sa college, tinuturuan ng ganun, lalo na siguro kayong mga highschool di ba? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling niyo ba joke lang yun? pwes.. HINDI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudes. ang buhay hindi lang tungkol sa parties. hindi po matatapos ang pag-ikot ng mundo kung walang party. bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karma's a bitch, kids. ipagdasal nating wala namang sanang masyadong masama na bumalik sa inyo dahil lang sa matinding irresponsibility na ito. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-2334421591541741154?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2334421591541741154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2334421591541741154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2334421591541741154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2334421591541741154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/02/nung-highschool-ako.html' title='Nung Highschool ako...'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-950610702770483650</id><published>2009-02-12T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:05:32.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gig'/><title type='text'>on doing gigs</title><content type='html'>naalala ko 2003, isang hapon na nagpapadalahan kami ng mga emails nina estelle at arni sa yahoogroups ng weedisneys, napagusapan namin na gumawa ng gig. si estelle sanay na nun kasi gumagawa siya ng production para sa mga bandang hinahawakan niya (weedisneys, splitcide, silent sanctuary, summit star at jeepney joyride). kami naman ni arni, mga fangirls lang ng weedisneys. haha tapos nung mga panahon na yun feeling ko artist ako. papinta-pinta, paguhit-guhit lang at kung minsan naman pasulat sulat ng mga basurang itinatago ko dati sa pangalang, tula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napagusapan naming tatlo na bakit hindi kaya namin gamitin nalang ang aming oras at pera sa pag-gawa ng isang event? GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pera? tipid muna sa pag-inom at pagkain sa labas. jeep muna ang commute imbis na fx? GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lugar? may kaibigan si arni. baka pwede dun sa may cubicle sa pasig? GAME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano gagawin natin? eh di i-gather ang mga kaibigan na mahilig tumugtog, tumula, gumuhit. open mic night, art exhibit, mga banda? GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos eh di sige plano plano na. actually bago pa nagdecide sa kung saan gaganapin ang event eh ang dami na namin napuntahan. yung dating coffee shop sa may 2nd floor ng FBR Arcade (na sa totoo lang di ko matandaan pangalan) pinuntahan na namin, Leslie's din sa may Shaw. Kaso wala kaming pera. di naman namin masigurado ang bar guarantee. So kailangan talaga maghanap ng lugar na mura. eh yung pwesto ni clint, libre. so SWAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga ilang araw bago ng napagkasunduang date, sabi ni arni may exhibit na din daw sa cubicle pala nung araw na din na yun. pero hindi na din namin mababawi yung invites kasi napadala na namin. so nakipagusap nalang kami kay clint at ok naman daw na ipag-sabay. AT YUN NA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unang unang FRUSTRATED yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit frustrated? kasi wala frustrated artists, writers, musicians daw kami. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akalain mo na kahit naki-sakay lang kami sa exhibit nun sa cubicle, umabot kami sa halos taunang production sa BIG SKY sa may e.rod. yun yun eh. napalitan nga lang ni pinky si estelle pero yung essence andun pa din. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at para makayanang bayaran ang dating para sa amin mahal na renta sa BIG SKY (mga estudyante palang ho kami nun, hindi sapat ang allowance namin para magbayad ng 6K sa isang gabi na pag-gamit ng facilities ng big sky)... nagpapa-ukay kami ni pinky. lumang damit. lumang libro. lumang sapatos. at lahat ng kita namin napunta sa pagbayad sa BIG SKY at para magawa lang namin ang event na natutunan na namin mahalin. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumaki yung lugar. dumami ang nag-exhibit. mas dumami yung mga tumugtog. at lalong mas madami ang mga pumunta. claim to fame ng FRUSTRATED? sa amin ang unang gig ng Ang Bandang Shirley. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splitcide, ang bandang shirley, daydream cycle, valet parking, weedisneys (syempre), skies of ember, marf creature, degage, aware (na gapos na ngayon), at madami pang ibang mga banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ping medina, si jd, si ly narciso, si kit dador, si randy capinpin, si mika ohno, nag-exhibit na sa amin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si gelo, si dweighn at iba pang mga tao nagbasa na din. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P75 ang ticket with 1 free beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala kaming bayad sa mga banda maliban sa libreng toma. 3 na ng madaling araw, pinapalayas na kami ni cindy nun na nagma-manage ng big sky pero di pa din tapos ang gig. madami pa ding tao. may mga dumadating pa nga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang mahal na mahal namin ang prod namin. at nagbabalak pa nga kami ngayon na gumawa ulit for old time's sake, ba? murang ticket. libreng beer. madaming banda. madaming mage-exhibit (at baka mangahas kami ni pinky na maki-exhibit din). may magbabasa. syempre true to our roots dapat. music, art and literature eklavu. happy times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya naman nalungkot ako ng nabasa ko to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.filipinometal.com/fuckyou/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;These unscrupulous productions leech on hard working musicians so they can sit pretty and not lift their asses. Productions produce. Musicians play music. Plain and simple. It was never the musician’s job to give the production the money they should have in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These producers don’t just make you pay, they’ll even force you to bring your guests right there and then so your guests can chug the beer and cover the producer’s bar guarantee. Some even will make you sell tickets. If you can’t sell them, you can always pay for them through G-cash, E-load or bank transfer. Some sell membership cards that will lessen your remittance balance the next time you play. Smart monkeys they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit naman ganyan mga chong? eh kaya nga tayo nagp-production in the first place eh para mabigyan ng pagkakataon ang mga banda na tumugtog at maibahagi ang musikang mahal nating lahat (yes cheesy). pera pera lang ba talaga? kung pera pera lang eh di hanap nalang tayo ng matinong trabaho di ba? tapos yung kikitain niyo dun eh di dun niyo ilagay sa production na gusto niyo gawin. wag na tayo mang-abuso ng ibang tao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;business na ba to? umabot na ba tayo sa ganun? ang lungkot naman kung ganun. kasi pagkakatanda ko, kwento ng mga kaibigan kong beterano sa pag-gawa ng production, kaya naman nagpapa-gig in the first place eh para magkaroon ng venue na magsama sama ang mga taong mahilig sa musika, makinig at tumugtog at higit sa lahat magsaya (i.e. magpakawasak sa alkohol hanggang masuka sa gilid ng big sky). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. isang side palang naman nababasa ko/naririnig ko. sana may magshare ng panig ng kabila. gusto ko rin malaman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero nalungkot ako sa nabasa ko. nakakawala ng krebilidad para sa ibang mga productions na nagpapa-gig kasi mahal din nila ang musika. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;/end cheesy post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-950610702770483650?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/950610702770483650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=950610702770483650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/950610702770483650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/950610702770483650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-doing-gigs.html' title='on doing gigs'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7442548127222741024</id><published>2009-01-30T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:32:07.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SYLlIoPn4-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/daR5SqJ7mTU/s1600-h/PC240010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SYLlIoPn4-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/daR5SqJ7mTU/s400/PC240010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297048048145785826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, our dog died. :(&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, ateng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-7442548127222741024?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7442548127222741024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=7442548127222741024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7442548127222741024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7442548127222741024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SYLlIoPn4-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/daR5SqJ7mTU/s72-c/PC240010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2981811718174489523</id><published>2009-01-14T14:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:01:02.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlust'/><title type='text'>Wanderlust 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm flying to Cebu on Friday for the annual Sinulog festival. Panagbengga is a go on February. (notice how i'm finally utilizing 12 years of Reading, Language and English classes by capitalizing my pronouns and such) Hopefully Coron and Sagada are also a go on March. And that my sister flies to KL and HK this year too so I can tag along. Batanes this April is still tentative .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly went anywhere last year so I'm trying to make up for that this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to figure out when I can squeeze in Vietnam, Bangkok, Tugegarao (sp?), and Vigan - anybody want to come with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are itching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. year end post for 2008 will come later. I still haven't organized my thoughts for that, not that I ever do but... well. There.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-2981811718174489523?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2981811718174489523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2981811718174489523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2981811718174489523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2981811718174489523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2009/01/wanderlust-2009.html' title='Wanderlust 2009'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-6092440974391014095</id><published>2008-12-23T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:57:02.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>yes folks, i'm still alive</title><content type='html'>still at work and it's quarter to 11pm. i should be at mogwai getting sloshed with my loveys, but instead i'm slaving away in front of my computer (blogging, in between), cursing at the gods for my workaholicism (is that even a word??). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot has happened since i last posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. christmas parties, getting drunk at christmas parties, christmas party drama over year-end awardees, going to work all wasted and hung over, and getting 2 month bonuses (fuck you tax!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. drama at work over OTYs, long hours, stress, KRAs, and evaluations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a boy. :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. christmas presents exchanged. i got an andy warhol watch from weak! and loads more. thanks friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. seeing old loveys i haven't seen in ages (i'm looking at you bitches.) at mic's band's ep launch. i've completely forgotten how i love listening to marf creature and gapos. it was the first time i heard jenitalia and broken sauce (aka balisawsaw). and not getting drunk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. getting acute bronchitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. parties. dinners. lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. having to say goodbye to my favorite lunch time buddy. :( TITUS, i'm looking at you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. royce chocolates at rockwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. yakiniku and okonomiyaki dinners at little tokyo. and the resurrection of jelly daga vs bulok bungo (haha @ trina).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. best part? my other best friend is finally home. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even pretend-blog about having a life but lately it's been pretty much dandy.  and i'm really thankful for that :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pre-requisite year end post will come much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SVD9ngTIUJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6t6ZW5p1qLM/s1600-h/DSC_1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SVD9ngTIUJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6t6ZW5p1qLM/s400/DSC_1938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283001218032488594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si lio yang braso na yan. picture taken during the IG epic christmas party. lasing na din ako nung kinunan ko yan. come to think of it, more than half of the pictures i took that night, i took while i was drunk. the remaining percentage, i didn't take but other people did when they borrowed my camera while i was drunk. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-6092440974391014095?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6092440974391014095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=6092440974391014095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6092440974391014095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6092440974391014095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-folks-im-still-alive.html' title='yes folks, i&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SVD9ngTIUJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6t6ZW5p1qLM/s72-c/DSC_1938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2745855939347076284</id><published>2008-12-08T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:54:54.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><title type='text'>sayang</title><content type='html'>andito ako sa punto ko sa buhay ko na parang nasasayangan ako sa sarili ko. andami ko sanang pwedeng gawin. ang layo na sana siguro ng pwede kong marating pero andito pa din ako sa harapan ng computer ko, iniisip kung pano ko ipapaliwanag ang panghihinayang na nararamdaman ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang laki laki ng potential na hinayaan kong makawala. hindi ko ginamit. hindi ko pinakinabangan ang pagkakataon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang ako. seryoso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. wala pa din ako nararating. wala pa din akong nagagawa para sa sarili ko. para sa ibang tao. para sa mundo. may pagkakataon pa naman, alam ko. pero sayang lang yung panahon na pinalagpas ko na wala akong inisip kung hindi kung ano lang ang kayang abutin ng mga kamay ko. hindi ko man lang sinubukan na makuha ang mas malaking pangarap. ang aga aga pa para makuntento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya pa naman. sana. wag lang akong magkakamali ulit na maging kampante. hindi lamang ito ang para sa akin. alam ko yun. tanga nalang kung wala pa din akong gagawin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanghinayang na ako. tama na yun. ngayon ang susunod na dapat gawin ay kumilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwede ko pa baguhin ang ikot ng mundo. mundo ko man o pati ang sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwede pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukas, abangan mo ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-2745855939347076284?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2745855939347076284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2745855939347076284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2745855939347076284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2745855939347076284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/12/sayang.html' title='sayang'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5883189940697098015</id><published>2008-11-27T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:08:17.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist nanaman</title><content type='html'>WANT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.transworldsurplus.co.uk/images/products/DM532BT.jpg"&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/10357164-5883189940697098015?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5883189940697098015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5883189940697098015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5883189940697098015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5883189940697098015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-wishlist-nanaman.html' title='Christmas Wishlist nanaman'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8685223365096191393</id><published>2008-11-18T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:39:29.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>HBTU</title><content type='html'>to my favorite boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're old. :) i miss you everyday. come home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;shopgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;br /&gt;nasabi ko na bang sobrang proud ako sa yo at sobrang saya ko din at palipad lipad ka nalang ngayon? kung hindi pa. pwes, sinasabi ko na sa yo ngayon. kulang nalang talaga, makauwi ka na. &lt;br /&gt;ilu!&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8504562742816123168</id><published>2008-09-26T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:16:55.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>breakfasts</title><content type='html'>this is probably why i'd rather have breakfast food for dinner (actually at anytime of the day) rather than anything else (except maybe for adobo but twice cooked adobo is sometimes served for breakfast right?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Everyone runs around trying to find a place where they still serve breakfast because eating breakfast, even if it's five o'clock in the afternoon, is a sign that the day has just begun and good things can still happen. Having lunch is like throwing in the towel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lenny Bruce is Dead, Johnathan Goldstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably gonna head home early tonight to watch gossip girl and just read. i still have a mountain of books to finish. don't really feel like drinking or seeing people. plus my head hurts like hell. so does my heart (even if i can't really explain why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodvibes today kasi nakausap ko si oshti at may cake galing kay weak. &lt;br /&gt;good luck cherinai sa exam mo! :) alabyu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8504562742816123168?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8504562742816123168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8504562742816123168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8504562742816123168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8504562742816123168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfasts.html' title='breakfasts'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-338210128541722980</id><published>2008-09-24T17:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:21:30.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>ags fair and notes</title><content type='html'>AGS fair na! &lt;br /&gt;i went two years ago with loren, tin and oshti.&lt;br /&gt;i went last year with loren, cricket and his brother.&lt;br /&gt;this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably not going. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi kelangan ko humiga ng matagal sa kama at hanapin ang aking sarili (uy ilang beses ko na ba narinig tong linya na to galing sa ibang tao). parang ang sama ko na hindi kasi di ko alam kung masaya ako o malungkot. hindi ko alam kung anong desisyon ko. at ang masama pa dito nakakasakit na ata ako. oi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rocket boy, &lt;br /&gt;miss na kita! buhay ka pa naman di ba? magparamdam ka nga! i demand. minsan lang mag-demand ang bestfriend kaya dapat pinagbibigyan minsan. parang biglang nagkaroon ng pangangailangan na makausap ka. naalala kita sa tuwing umiinom ako ng kape sa harap ng bahay namin pag alas-tres ng madaling araw.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shopgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;krung krung, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;naalala ko yung last night ko sa singapore. yung nag-video video lang tayo at nag-cam whore. tapos tawa lang tayo ng tawa. parang walang problema. namimiss ko yun. medyo ang tindi ng gulo ng utak ko nitong mga nakaraang araw. pagod parati. takot masaktan at makasakit. namimiss kita at ang mga in your face sagot mo.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;kring kring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oso,&lt;br /&gt;kamusta ka na?&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;flightless bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pwet ng unggoy,&lt;br /&gt;ano nangyari sa yo? para kang bula na biglang pinutok ng sadistang ayaw nakakakita ng taong masaya.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;pinamahusay na pagpapalaki ng pwet ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;masakit sa ulo na kaibigan,&lt;br /&gt;salamat sa pag-ampon sa akin nung araw na parang ayaw ko muna sumabay sa ikot ng mundo. &lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;nagtatae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dating hari ng mga bitch,&lt;br /&gt;kaya mo yan. hindi natatapos ang ligaya sa isang tao lang.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;magpanggap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good vibes,&lt;br /&gt;salamat. at pasensya na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually ito ang gusto ko sabihin sa yo:&lt;br /&gt;"I know you probably think I'm a horrid bitch from the planet Schizophrenia, but I'm honestly not trying to mess with your head. I"m just messing with my own head and i seem to have dragged you along for the ride. I think you're nice to me and that scares the fuck out of me. Because when a guy's a jerk or an asshole, it's easier because you know exactly where you stand. Since trust isn't an option, you don't have to get all freaked out about maybe having to trust him. Right now I am thinking about ten things at the same time, and at least four of those things have to do with you" (nick and norah's infinite playlist; rachel cohn and david levithan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro nga takot lang ako. or ewan. hindi ko pa alam.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;parating bad vibes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyaka larawan na masaya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SNoS-Pm6AXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0_Wcj4UU9-A/s1600-h/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SNoS-Pm6AXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0_Wcj4UU9-A/s400/view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249529176204640626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-338210128541722980?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/338210128541722980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=338210128541722980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/338210128541722980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/338210128541722980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/09/ags-fair.html' title='ags fair and notes'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SNoS-Pm6AXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0_Wcj4UU9-A/s72-c/view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-6002973931231967611</id><published>2008-09-22T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:55:48.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>on old boyfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I got a question for you unrelated to nude comedy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your old boyfriend, Frank, did you love him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As much as he let me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massmatics.com/index.php?option=com_myblog&amp;show=ugly-as-ever.html&amp;Itemid=1"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-6002973931231967611?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6002973931231967611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=6002973931231967611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6002973931231967611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6002973931231967611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-old-boyfriends.html' title='on old boyfriends'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-6707274945068738496</id><published>2008-09-15T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:51:57.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>good vibes</title><content type='html'>dahil bwisit ang pc sa bahay dahil bwisit ang telepono ko dahil bwisit lahat ng bagay bagay sa mundo ililista ko nalang ang mga masasayang bagay na nabili ko kahapon nung pumunta ako sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book fair!&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hard boiled wonderland and the end of the world - haruki murakami&lt;br /&gt;2. south of the border and west of the sun - haruki murakami&lt;br /&gt;3. haunted - chuck palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;4. you don't love me yet - jonathan lethem&lt;br /&gt;5. serve the people - yan lianke&lt;br /&gt;6. the dharma bums - jack kerouac&lt;br /&gt;7. breakfast of the champions - kurt vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;8. nick and norah's infinite playlist - david levithan and rachel cohn&lt;br /&gt;9. battle royale - koushun takami&lt;br /&gt;10. it's superman - tom de haven&lt;br /&gt;11. beowulf - script; neil gaiman and roger avary&lt;br /&gt;12. confessions of an ugly step sister - gregory maguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos narealize ko na ang dami ko pa palang libro sa bahay na di nababasa. mga pinagbibili ko na na-stuck sa shelf kasi nakalimutan ko na binili ko sila or mga di ko natapos basahin kasi may dumating na mas parang interesting basahin. nice. nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in short. wala na din ako ulit pera kasi napunta lahat sa mga libro. buti nalang discounted pa yang mga yan kung hindi ewan ko nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos narealize ko din na sa listahan ko ng mga to buy na libro... isa lang ang nabili ko. hanggang ngayon wala pa din akong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a history of love - nicole krause&lt;br /&gt;2. blankets - craig thompson&lt;br /&gt;3. goodbye chunky rice - craig thompson &lt;br /&gt;4. heaven's net is wide - lian hearn&lt;br /&gt;5. noli me tangere (don't laugh)&lt;br /&gt;6. bagets - a collection of short stories&lt;br /&gt;7. 1st edition of brilliance of the moon - lian hearn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. at least di ako bumili ng boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko nalang maupo sa isang sulok at basahin lahat ng librong binili ko. sana sa beach. kelangan ko ng bakasyon. yung pinangako sa akin kasi na mga bakasyon napako lahat. hay. peste talaga mga tao tao. ewan ko ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-6707274945068738496?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6707274945068738496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=6707274945068738496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6707274945068738496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6707274945068738496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-vibes.html' title='good vibes'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8712501986729744913?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8712501986729744913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8712501986729744913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8712501986729744913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8712501986729744913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/09/wishy-washy.html' title='wishy washy'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SMpeWqOliNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/itUOLX8h0RA/s72-c/avec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2846086453928187734</id><published>2008-09-12T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:32:21.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>pagpipigil ng sarili</title><content type='html'>di ako curious. kaya di ako mangs-stalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige. ulit ulitin nalang natin yan sa sarili natin hanggang maging totoo.&lt;br /&gt;oo potek. affected ako. bakit ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Now i have no idea how im going to get out this mess.&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/10357164-449849770686573604?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/449849770686573604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=449849770686573604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/449849770686573604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/449849770686573604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-i-just-say.html' title='Can i just say?'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SMVYmCW6X0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/hc3pEjjSQMA/s72-c/image-upload-125-724797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-532566861438951036</id><published>2008-09-04T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:40:58.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SL6-GYkxgVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nY230cI0BCI/s1600-h/image-upload-29-757375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SL6-GYkxgVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nY230cI0BCI/s320/image-upload-29-757375.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nothing beats keema with eggplant and a bottle of ice cold coke at Mr. Kebab with your friends at 2 in the morning. But when it's late and you just got off work, Persiana is a good enough substitute. Beef moussaka swimming in garlic sauce is made of pure WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn out's a bitch.&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/10357164-532566861438951036?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/532566861438951036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=532566861438951036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/532566861438951036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/532566861438951036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-bite.html' title='Take a bite'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SL6-GYkxgVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nY230cI0BCI/s72-c/image-upload-29-757375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4467954422399639815</id><published>2008-09-02T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:05:10.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SLyfVF5iZ1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/y9sXITALSQY/s1600-h/image-upload-133-708748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SLyfVF5iZ1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/y9sXITALSQY/s320/image-upload-133-708748.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My sister had the Eraserheads boys sign my copy of their book, Fruitcake.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the boys heard wrong and thought my name was Anna instead of Kaka.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll have my name legally changed to Anna so their dedications would make some sense. Hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a bite, it's alright ü&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/10357164-4467954422399639815?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4467954422399639815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4467954422399639815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4467954422399639815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4467954422399639815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-call-me-anna.html' title='Just call me Anna'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SLyfVF5iZ1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/y9sXITALSQY/s72-c/image-upload-133-708748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-6122854743576681148</id><published>2008-08-29T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:23:54.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>kax update: 1120 am</title><content type='html'>still at the ofc. haven't left the building except to buy something for nourishment. haven't slept a wink. haven't showered. just washed my face, brushed my teeth and changed shirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going home in a few hours to steal a few minutes of rest and eat lunch and shower, of course. will come back to work for more HANEP promo concerns, regular pm responsibilities, and damage control just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gods, i can't wait for this promo to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exceeds expectations na to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-6122854743576681148?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6122854743576681148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=6122854743576681148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='random'/><title type='text'>02:38am</title><content type='html'>random musings at 2:something 30 am while still at work praying to all the gods in all the heavens to please just let us finish our UAT without any more hassle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cold pizza kinda tastes good at ungodly hours.&lt;br /&gt;2. aircon 24/7 is bad for your skin.&lt;br /&gt;3. when you're missing somebody at this hour, it's probably just the lack of sleep. don't dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;4. suddenly, my cramped, pig sty of a room seems grand and luxurious at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;5. i'm so gonna get an earful from my dad and my mum when i get my ass home.&lt;br /&gt;6. the service excellence award seems to be not enough to compensate for the amount of stress i'm getting right now.&lt;br /&gt;7. don't drink coke.&lt;br /&gt;8. i wonder why the empty cans of soda that have been sitting on my desk for weeks now still aren't attracting any "kalaban"(s) -- ipis.&lt;br /&gt;9. my butt starting to lose feeling.&lt;br /&gt;10. i hate promos.&lt;br /&gt;11. i still have nothing to wear to the Eraserheads concert on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;12. i'm in a black knee high socks phase.&lt;br /&gt;13. do i have a "douchebags wanted" sign taped to my forehead or something?&lt;br /&gt;14. i can't keep a guy.&lt;br /&gt;15. my skin's breaking out.&lt;br /&gt;16. yellow, ruled post its make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;17. i haven't seen my 3 kittens in a long long time! since sunday!&lt;br /&gt;18. a lot of my friends back in highschool liked the number 18. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit it's 3am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-6472529089662718741?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6472529089662718741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=6472529089662718741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6472529089662718741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6472529089662718741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/08/0238am.html' title='02:38am'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2534892491035208082</id><published>2008-08-27T10:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:26:16.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>you're awful, i love you</title><content type='html'>i'm probably the only person i know who ends up bawling when told that somebody is in love with them. yeah, i'm damaged, like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakoi and i had this conversation once about all of the relationships (both weird and actual) i've had. and we've come to the conclusion that in all of them, i was the transistion girl. &lt;s&gt;you know, the girl you date but never commit to. the girl you kiss in between girlfriends. the girl you start seeing after a break up when you're not quite over your ex but leave the moment you're ok and ready to get into a relationship, just not with her. the girl who just happened to be there when you were broken and needed somebody, only to realize that it's not exactly her you need, but thanks for the healing, anyway. the girl you like but you never like enough to want to be "with her". &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isn't it fucked up how much i've gotten used to being that girl that i can't handle being the girl somebody's actually in love with? honest to goodness, truly in love with. why am i rejecting the thought that somebody wants to take care of me, for a change? why can't i believe that somebody might actually think that i am special, that i deserve so much more than what i'm used to: 3 months of confusion and then left behind, kisses that have as much meaning as a hangnail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've become a little bit damaged, melodrama aside. i can't bring myself to trust somebody who's actually sincere, and yet i throw myself at the next guy who promises only heartache and 3 inches off my self-esteem. in what world is that acceptable? in what world is that even sane? on the other hand, i've always prided myself to be a little bit of a rebel... sarcasm included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!---&lt;br /&gt;last night, i found out two things.&lt;br /&gt;1. that the most recent guy is back with his ex only 2 weeks after he last kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;2. that this other guy i sort of like is in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i'm a mess. love and happiness is being handed to me on a silver platter yet i choose to cling to what ifs and what could have beens.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;norweigan wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should get my head checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now, i'm feeling a lot lonelier than i should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sputnik sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i feel like maybe i deserve to be this lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-2534892491035208082?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2534892491035208082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2534892491035208082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2534892491035208082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2534892491035208082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-awful-i-love-you.html' title='you&apos;re awful, i love you'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4521486585893989133</id><published>2008-08-20T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:37:36.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loren'/><title type='text'>usapang mag-best friend ulit</title><content type='html'>conversations with cheri are always priceless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: pag nagustuhan ko sigurado ninja yun&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: yakap well. ganun talaga. iba naman kaka. hahahaha samurai naman wag na ninja samurai mahilig sa harapan eh hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: ahahahahahahahaha samurais and their long swords bwahahahahahahahaha AYOKO GUSTO KO EMPEROR! hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ampots hahahahaha baka naman pagsilbihan mo na yun kung may emperor syndrome hahahahaha pero masmasaya kasi ninja. sila yung parang badboy. yung samurai mga parang good guys. kasi honorable.&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: hahahaha alam ko na alam ko na alam ko na&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: ako nalang si queen elizabeth hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: oo nga eh parang pagnakapag tame ka ng ninja... panalo ka hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: diba walang asawa si queen elizabeth?&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: GUSTO KO NG TAKEO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: ay hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: shigeru &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: POGI SI TAKEO hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: mas pogi si shigeru pero parang mas mamahalin ko si takeo&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: pure pogi kasi si shigeru hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: itago mo nalang ako sa pangalang ka(y)ede hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: WAG LANG YUNG NAGPAPARAOS SIYA WITH GUYS hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: hahahahahahaha tangina di ko nanaman kinakaya tong usapan na to&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: takeo asan ka na, andito ako inaantay kita!&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: pero ah. samurai siya na ninja si takeo i mean soooo..&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: oo nga&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: may long sword hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: long sword na bad boy hahahahaha yesss perfect combination hahahahahaha i like my bad boys with long swords&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: pero loyal sayo (pero pag magkalayo kayo ng matagal, sa lalaki na lang siya papatol. atleast hindi sa babae) hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: tapos si kaede independent woman so pwede hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: tangina sa mga monks siya papatol so sa age natin sa mga seminarista hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: parang gago yung isang onshore friend ko sa australia. yesterday kasi sabi ko "send me to mars" tas sabi niya hindi ba daw dapat venus? tas sabi ko kasi maraming boys sa mars. tas sabi niya "you naughty, naughty girl.. wink" hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: you naughty naughty girl!&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: maraming bading na seminarista&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: i'm a naughty naughty girl&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: yaoi!!! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;kampoopot: hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kaka: ako hanap ko naughty naughty boys with long swords ikaw naughty naughty girl ka na hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4521486585893989133?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4521486585893989133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4521486585893989133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4521486585893989133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4521486585893989133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/08/usapang-mag-best-friend-ulit.html' title='usapang mag-best friend ulit'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-3435067915459128777</id><published>2008-08-20T12:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:55:12.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>wish you were here part infinity</title><content type='html'>last weekend was pretty awesome if i just forget about the fact that the resort we stayed in was the same resort we stayed at last year (w/ ckt) so wag nalang para walang bv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we had the resort all to ourselves and we did nothing but laugh all day everyday damn day haha labo. taboo. charades. heart to heart talks. stayed up til 3pm the next day. conked out as soon as my ass hit the car upholstery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SKudDI96imI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WzzSCACUAJI/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SKudDI96imI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WzzSCACUAJI/s400/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236451669020674658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm no longer 20 and patient enough to go through another ninja experience. i think twice is enough. stupid scorpios (pasintabi sa dalawang taong pinakamamahal ko na parehong scorpio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's another picture nalang ng pagf-feeling ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SKuevRrIerI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qYOTDs6Djx8/s1600-h/IMG_5732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SKuevRrIerI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qYOTDs6Djx8/s400/IMG_5732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236453526783687346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more:&lt;br /&gt;visit &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/kalatkid/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-3435067915459128777?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/3435067915459128777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=3435067915459128777' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8596865139112375855</id><published>2008-08-14T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:34:08.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>BEACH</title><content type='html'>i will be away for the weekend. will be hitting the beach, despite the rain, with my ofc friends + bosses and the big boss's wife and kids. haha looking forward to salt water, sand, and loads of camwhoring and singing. i promise to sing Incubus's "Wish You Were Here' while i'm there. i haven't not sang that song since i started hitting the beach regularly last year. it's become a tradition. :) and there's always somebody to dedicate the song to. hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will load film into 2 of my favorite cameras. i have cholo's 28-70mm lens. takeo's all charged up. and i'm good to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i have a &lt;a href="http://butterflycarnival.multiply.com/photos/album/23/VS."&gt;project&lt;/a&gt; with fae. :) so the beach is always a good subject for the first try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhhhh. vacation. how much i've needed thee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i get back, it's a photo shoot with mong, cheryl and glenn. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i may be approaching the good days. konti pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SKP7940RlHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aop8GBiwaG0/s1600-h/IMG_1515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SKP7940RlHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aop8GBiwaG0/s400/IMG_1515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234304232576881778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8596865139112375855?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8596865139112375855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8596865139112375855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8596865139112375855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8596865139112375855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/08/beach.html' title='BEACH'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SKP7940RlHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aop8GBiwaG0/s72-c/IMG_1515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7123437134197937405</id><published>2008-08-13T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:38:46.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SKLHmc4uyUI/AAAAAAAAAcw/WMkL5fQ0aks/s1600-h/aa82243258__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SKLHmc4uyUI/AAAAAAAAAcw/WMkL5fQ0aks/s400/aa82243258__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233965180361034050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hulaan niyo kung sino to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i am the man who will who fight for your honor. i am the hero you've been dreaming of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. oh man. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-7123437134197937405?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7123437134197937405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=7123437134197937405' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-6634390143434967058</id><published>2008-08-11T17:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:28:33.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>schleey weepy and an attempt to review the twilight series by stephanie meyer</title><content type='html'>at work. waiting for stats. fighting the urge to just close my eyes and drop face first on my desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed up til ungodly hours last night finishing eclipse and i didn't like it. the only book i really liked from the series was twilight and it was only because i thought edward was a total hottie. aside from that... it just felt like i was reading some cheesy sweet dreams holloween edition. it was too cheesy. the heroine was such a pain in the ass. the endings were always anticlimactic. the defeat of victoria, the volturi... i mean c'mon. the plot obviously had a lot of potential but the way they ended it... it was just too predictable. but who am i to really criticize. i mean i stayed up til morning just wanting to finish the goddamn series. it was ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand the comparison to j.k. rowling because the harry potter series was just amazing. it was another world. the harry potter series was a watered down version of the lord of the rings, i always told my sister. but to compare it to the twilight series? i don't think so. but like i said, it was ok. i wasn't part of the target audience anyway so i really shouldn't complain that much. i just really didn't like how they ended the series. how it was always from bella's pov and then all of a sudden there was jacob's pov at the end. plus the lines. oh my god the lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but edward still makes my heart leap everytime hahaha labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad i didn't spend a single centavo on the books. i got my copy of twilight c/o of jen as a birthday present last year. i only got my hands on books 2 and 3 when i went to loren's yesterday to borrow a couple of books. see? i wasn't even excited to read books 2 and 3 because i found book 1 a bit disappointing (except for edward)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-6634390143434967058?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6634390143434967058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=6634390143434967058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6634390143434967058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6634390143434967058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/08/schleey-weepy.html' title='schleey weepy and an attempt to review the twilight series by stephanie meyer'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5544796444482965134</id><published>2008-08-06T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:48:18.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>malisya keys</title><content type='html'>last night i left work early to watch Alicia Keys at SMX Mall of Asia. i'm not a fan of alicia keys and i can't say that i like any of her songs, probably because i hardly listen to her. (when it comes to piano centric music, ben folds will always win.) i know of some of her songs because of work and because of the people i work with who like her. but that's it. but last night... last night was AWESOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who've seen her concert the first time she went here constantly raved about how sulit their bayad was because the concert was spectacular. especially the part where she played the piano nearly upside down. haha so i was really looking forward to her show last night despite the fact that well i wasn't a fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got there it was chaos. people can't find their seats and the ushers were facing really angry fans who paid loads of cash to get good seats. even us, who got free tickets were complaining because we couldn't find out seats either. just because our tickets were free doesn't mean we would settle for anything less than what we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alicia keys herself is one of the best performers i've ever had the pleasure to watch. and i found myself singing to a couple of her songs... songs that i didn't realize i knew the words to. and i was dancing around and jumping in my place because i was totally enjoying the concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make the long story short: SHE WAS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE! hahaha and after the concert i was hooked. or at least i found myself wanting to download a couple of her songs that i heard during the concert and liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next: ben folds naman sana! :) have you guys heard his new album?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-5544796444482965134?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5544796444482965134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5544796444482965134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5544796444482965134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5544796444482965134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/08/malisya-keys.html' title='malisya keys'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8669492075015696067</id><published>2008-08-04T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:53:33.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>ok you win</title><content type='html'>3 months later it still feels the same way it did only 2 minutes after you first kissed me. and 3 months later i can't believe it still hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You ever have one of those dreams where something happens with someone and you feel so strongly about it, but the person doesn't look like how they're supposed to look? I am living this dream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Please Don't Kill the Freshman by Zoe Trope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8669492075015696067?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8669492075015696067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8669492075015696067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8669492075015696067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8669492075015696067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-you-win.html' title='ok you win'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-671920675388936899</id><published>2008-07-31T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:30:09.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionable content'/><title type='text'>questionable content</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1198"&gt;today's Questionable Content episode&lt;/a&gt; is made of PURE WIN! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sven. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-671920675388936899?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/671920675388936899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=671920675388936899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/671920675388936899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/671920675388936899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/questionable-content.html' title='questionable content'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5200659038845589543</id><published>2008-07-30T12:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:29:47.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinderella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happily ever after'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>in my own little corner</title><content type='html'>all of my friends know how much of a sucker i am for fairy tales. the adventure, the courage, the magic, the handsome prince, and of course the happily ever after. i sometimes spend my weekends locked up in my room, reading peter pan, snow white, never ending story over and over and over again until my eyes would hurt and i'd be spewing out fairy tale mess til i get sick of it (more often than not i won't, but the people around me would).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night, i dressed up met up with jen and went to see CINDERELLA!!! we were seated 2nd row, orchestra center. we were THAT close. and for the next two hours, i was once upon a time in a kingdom far far far far away. and it was awesome! the production was remarkable. the way they transformed the pumpkin and the mice and the rats into a carriage, white horses, and coach men (respectively) was pure magic. one minute there were little things on the floor and the next minute there was a grand carriage and men dressed as horses. you'd have to be there to understand what i mean. but trust me on this: it was IMPOSSIBLE! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinderella transforming from rags to fabulous and back again was just as awesome...maybe even more. it was so fast, you'd think the fairy god mother did wave her magic wand and the fairy dust did their work. or that it really was 12 midnight and the magic was gone and so were the dress, the shoes, and the fierceness that was cinderella when she was dancing with the prince. in short it was: WOAH! you'd try to think of different probabilities they could've done it so the costume and hair change would be quicker than you could say cinders, but you can't. and you're just going to be forced to believe that it was indeed magic and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah was unbelievable. it was the first time i saw her perform live. and it was 10 times better than watching her on tv or on dvd. i remember listening to miss saigon for days before i went to see cinderella because i was so excited to hear her sing.  and let me tell you, audio files don't do her justice. the prince was ok but in every scene that he was with leah, he was forgettable. or at least he was to me. yeah, girl crush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last night, leah wasn't leah. she was cinderella. and i was in a kingdom far far away, watching them find true love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, A+!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-5200659038845589543?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5200659038845589543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5200659038845589543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5200659038845589543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5200659038845589543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-my-own-little-corner.html' title='in my own little corner'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-7371078817812875531</id><published>2008-07-29T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:11:35.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>pag walang privacy</title><content type='html'>greater chances of getting into trouble! TROUBLE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-7371078817812875531?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7371078817812875531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=7371078817812875531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7371078817812875531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/7371078817812875531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/pag-walang-privacy.html' title='pag walang privacy'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-2237490000563287923</id><published>2008-07-25T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:29:29.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>FAIL</title><content type='html'>FAIL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-2237490000563287923?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/2237490000563287923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=2237490000563287923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2237490000563287923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/2237490000563287923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/fail.html' title='FAIL'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5221715019260388454</id><published>2008-07-24T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:56:51.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>NO LIFE</title><content type='html'>sabi sa akin yan ni changks kanina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KAX ANG WORKAHOLIC MO NAMAN!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. crap. and he's not exactly the first person to say na ang workaholic ko. i'm not. masyado lang talaga maraming ginagawa lately sa office (and by lately i mean for the past 6 months) na hindi ko pwedeng iwanan. maraming nagsasabi na pwede naman. kasi trabaho nga lang yan. tapos na ang obligasyon mo sa opisina paglagpas ng 8 oras unless binabayaran ka ng overtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is. kung gusto mo naman yung ginagawa mo... ikaw na din sa sarili mo hindi mo magawang iwanan yung trabaho kasi alam mo responsibilidad mo pa din yun. lalo na sa ginagawa namin na parang alaga mo na tong product mo. ganun eh. basta ang hirap ipaliwanag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi ako workaholic. wala na ko life, oo. totoo yun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;happy birthday sa yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-5221715019260388454?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5221715019260388454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5221715019260388454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6361692237163619773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/6361692237163619773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/hurricane-kax.html' title='hurricane kax'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SIc3jX97kjI/AAAAAAAAAco/nrV8ieM9Grg/s72-c/upcoming_hurricanes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8225249383629046457</id><published>2008-07-21T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:43:08.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osh'/><title type='text'>rocket boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SIQf-B22BRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wJoaHRzkwFk/s1600-h/p52612z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SIQf-B22BRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wJoaHRzkwFk/s400/p52612z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225336618167436562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that? i added it to my birthday wish list a year or two ago, knowing that i couldn't find it anywhere here. parang sunflowers lang yan eh. feeling ko 10 years muna ulit bago ko makuha. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last saturday i met up with osh's mum and wooooo! sobrang laki ng ngiti ko when she handed me that set. parang woah! it exists! at nahanap ni osh! hahaha and sobrang natawa/na-touch ako nung kinukwento ng mum niya kung paano nila hinanap talaga yun. :) aww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you just made me miss you more, kid! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year today since we (jen, sami, mic and i) went to the airport to see osh off. takte. haha &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;isang taon ka na wala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still sucks not having one of your bestfriends around. i guess kahit medyo nasanay ka na, hindi pa din. did that make sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you for the crayons, spartacus. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8225249383629046457?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8225249383629046457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8225249383629046457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8225249383629046457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8225249383629046457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/rocket-boy.html' title='rocket boy'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SIQf-B22BRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wJoaHRzkwFk/s72-c/p52612z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-4792655782815849805</id><published>2008-07-16T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:29:18.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>y so srs?</title><content type='html'>I saw Batman: The Dark Knight last night. And it was nothing short of awesome! I actually couldn't care for Batman, my eyes were all on Joker. Heath Ledger was creepy, scary, and he gave me the shivers! He was brilliant as Joker and probably one of the best villains I've ever seen on the big screen (heh! that rhymed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfinished post because i can't bring myself to write anymore. bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-4792655782815849805?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4792655782815849805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=4792655782815849805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4792655782815849805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/4792655782815849805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/y-so-srs.html' title='y so srs?'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8643130236452877716</id><published>2008-07-11T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:49:21.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>on love</title><content type='html'>"Aureliano not only understood by then, he also lived his brother's experiences as something of his own, for on one occasion when the latter was explaining in great detail the mechanisms of love, he interrupted him to ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does is feel like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose Arcadio gave him an immediate reply :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like an earthquake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g.g.marquez&lt;br /&gt;one hundred years of solitude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8643130236452877716?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8643130236452877716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8643130236452877716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8643130236452877716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8643130236452877716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-love.html' title='on love'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-5078301227477673462</id><published>2008-07-09T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:31:17.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>my lists</title><content type='html'>i always know that it's the week before i get my period because i get extra catty, extra sensitive, i eat alot lot lot lot more than usual, i cry over commercials with lolos or lolas, i have this need to watch centerstage every frigging night, i can't eat enough ice cream, plus i write a lot of dear diary shit in my journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i make lists. loads of lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 10 comfort food:&lt;br /&gt;1. a pint of ben jerry's chubby hubby.&lt;br /&gt;2. keema with eggplant from mr.kebab&lt;br /&gt;3. crazy maki from omakase&lt;br /&gt;4. dulce and gabanna from fleur de lys&lt;br /&gt;5. buffalo wings from don henricos&lt;br /&gt;6. brewed coffee with ice cream&lt;br /&gt;7. a bag of cheetos and a litre of coke.&lt;br /&gt;8. home cooked tuna and tomato pasta (i usually do the cooking haha)&lt;br /&gt;9. adobo &lt;br /&gt;10. green chicken curry from soms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 10 comfort movies:&lt;br /&gt;1. high fidelity&lt;br /&gt;2. center stage&lt;br /&gt;3. she's the man&lt;br /&gt;4. my bestfriend's wedding (waah)&lt;br /&gt;5. notting hill&lt;br /&gt;6. you've got mail&lt;br /&gt;7. 10 things i hate about you&lt;br /&gt;8. shakespeare in love (waah x 2)&lt;br /&gt;9. sweethome alabama&lt;br /&gt;10. never ending story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 10 songs pang soundtrack moves:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleeps with butterflies&lt;br /&gt;2. just &lt;br /&gt;3. part-time boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;4. driftwood&lt;br /&gt;5. we might as well be strangers&lt;br /&gt;6. no one's gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;7. summer love song&lt;br /&gt;8. last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;9. stars&lt;br /&gt;10. beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 favorite piece of clothing na parati ko sinusuot haha (sa labas ng bahay)&lt;br /&gt;1. black tights&lt;br /&gt;2. john lennon shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. emo jacket na may bungo (emo na emo ah!)&lt;br /&gt;4. mini-skirt&lt;br /&gt;5. black jumper dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 pick-me uppers (activities)&lt;br /&gt;1. mag camwhore (sige na kasama na din dito magshoot)&lt;br /&gt;2. mag-drawing sa dingding (aka. pumader)&lt;br /&gt;3. kumanta habang jumejebs&lt;br /&gt;4. mag isaw sa up&lt;br /&gt;5. amiga nights (aka. inuman sa bistro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 favorite places pag emo&lt;br /&gt;1. chickenboy&lt;br /&gt;2. panglao, bohol&lt;br /&gt;3. baguio&lt;br /&gt;4. sa kotse&lt;br /&gt;5. sa park sa may salcedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 na ginagawa pag nage-emo&lt;br /&gt;1. tinatawagan si loren&lt;br /&gt;2. amiga nights&lt;br /&gt;3. movie marathons (kasama na dito ang pagp-pig out)&lt;br /&gt;4. aimless driving (na di na pwede kasi mahal na gasolina)&lt;br /&gt;5. mag-blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 favorite kausap pag emo (para mag-emo)&lt;br /&gt;1. loren&lt;br /&gt;2. kakoi&lt;br /&gt;3. amigas (madami na to haha)&lt;br /&gt;4. trina&lt;br /&gt;5. joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 favorite kausap period&lt;br /&gt;1. loren&lt;br /&gt;2. osh&lt;br /&gt;3. joel&lt;br /&gt;4. cheryl&lt;br /&gt;5. kung sino sino na hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-5078301227477673462?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5078301227477673462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=5078301227477673462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5078301227477673462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/5078301227477673462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-lists.html' title='my lists'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8104674945592251960</id><published>2008-07-08T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:31:31.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weedisneys'/><title type='text'>happy monday, indeed</title><content type='html'>the last time i heard weedisneys play was four years ago, at fete dela musique (that time at eastwood). i just came from school, and it was raining. but they played reef and everything was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met the guys 2003 at dome cafe, it was a quiet riot evening sponsored by MTV. andun pa si aldo, si enrico, si lakan, at nagv-violin pa nun for them paminsan si rica. after that night, it was always gig at big sky, hemady, or prods that my friends and i organized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during those years when all i listened to were better than ezra, radiohead (hardly pa nga eh), benfolds, ash, and my sister's cheesy 90s music, shoegaze was something new to me. and i loved it. plus the boys became good friends of ours so good music aside, the relationship we built with them made us love the band even more. by us, i meant pinky, mika, arni and i since we were always together then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after four years, separate lives, drama, and other shit later, i finally got to watch them again last night. 2 new members replaced lakan and aldo and enrico. but shit ang galing din ni joko (syempre shout out kuya ng bestfriend eh hahaha) and bj! si bj first time ko palang narinig since i never went to any of tether's gigs (except when they played for my gig 2 years ago and i never really got to hear them play kasi i was all over the place). medyo sabog lang si pepe kagabi nung careless na tinugtog nila. i wanted to hand him a cheat sheet because he kept messing up the lines. but they played shoptalk, and reef and high, and it felt like it was 2004 all over again, only much better. because somehow, they were playing a much mature version of their songs kahit wala pang practice. basta parang dama mo na. probably because the band was sorely missed, and the anticipation of hearing them play again last night those songs that surely made my 2004 made the music so much sweeter. cheesy na kung cheesy. but their music has become more than music and it became a bit more personal for me. parang naging part na siya ng soundtrack ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reef"&lt;br /&gt;I can't close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the light to you&lt;br /&gt;and for you, I must confide&lt;br /&gt;This is not beginning to happen&lt;br /&gt;and for you, I must inspire.&lt;br /&gt;Swim into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Slip in my desire&lt;br /&gt;and for you, my last goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me I'm forgotten&lt;br /&gt;You're too close&lt;br /&gt;and I am not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8104674945592251960?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8104674945592251960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8104674945592251960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8104674945592251960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8104674945592251960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-monday-indeed.html' title='happy monday, indeed'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-3910488391506084736</id><published>2008-07-04T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:48:17.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionable content'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>there is so much AWWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://questionablecontent.net/"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sven &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-3910488391506084736?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/3910488391506084736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=3910488391506084736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3910488391506084736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3910488391506084736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-is-so-much-awww.html' title='there is so much AWWW'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-3457057507604350348</id><published>2008-07-03T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:07:54.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Travel Moves</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about going to Quezon with a friend of mine for a weekend away. I know I have those a lot, so I can't use the "I'm just really tired and stressed that's why I need to go away for awhile" excuse I keep dishing out to justify why I'm always out of town (to myself and to my folks). But thing is, it's the absolute truth. No matter how many times I find myself some thousands of miles away from Rada St., Makati, I still can't seem to leave my shit behind. But I guess that's just how things are with me. Thing is, if I can't leave my shit behind, how in the world will I find some peace and quiet and I don't know... perhaps myself? lollerskates at the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that just goes to show that you don't have to go so far away to find answers to your questions. And I've always believed that to be true. It just sucks when life just had to prove his/her/its point over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, there's nothing more that I need other than to be somewhere quiet, with somebody I get along with: swapping stories, drinking cold beer, eating weird food we cooked ourselves...and most especially not thinking about work or anything related to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps 2 weeks from now, I'll take my friend's offer to go his mum's house in Quezon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe the mountain trip was just 2 weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ang weird when people are surprised when i suddenly dish out "words of wisdom" or "good advice". do i look like i'm not capable of making good sense? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. dude, vietnam is waiting for us! not us as in we go together but us as in me and you going to vietnam. be it with other people or alone, on same dates or different ones, aboard the same plane or not... whatever. all i know is that vietnam is waiting for us. i have tour brochures and other shit in front of me right now and my stomach is giddy and i'm giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. oh vietnam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-3457057507604350348?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/3457057507604350348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=3457057507604350348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3457057507604350348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3457057507604350348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/travel-moves.html' title='Travel Moves'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-1396564144801020678</id><published>2008-07-02T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:39:59.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>on popularity and heart rates</title><content type='html'>so i'm back and public once again. i put my blog on private mode for awhile because i was getting the heebie jeebies from all the google searches that led &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popular search keywords:&lt;br /&gt;1. emo cardgame&lt;br /&gt;2. emo artists&lt;br /&gt;3. kax uson &lt;br /&gt;4. ckt (his full name used of course, but i will no longer type it out so there will be less search results from my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean EMO? and who the hell googles for my name? i mean i do it all the time (to myself), but hey i just want to know if the world cares enough about me to return search results. then there's ckt. tapos na po. there's nothing to see here anymore about him. haha i don't know why he/she/they/it bother googling our names. bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazzards of blogging, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just got creepy and annoying for awhile, but i guess now i'm over it. whatever. panindigan nga naman di ba? kasi nag-blog ka pa kung hindi. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mornings have been sucky these past few weeks. refusing to get up for work and just feeling like shit. i guess you can call it "burn out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my morning ritual, from an hour became an hour and a half just because i find it necessary to pause every 5 minutes and run back to bed and steal 2 minute shut eyes. i dunno. i just don't want to go to work anymore. the stress is slowly getting to me. i feel like i've aged 10 years since august 2007. and i'm fat. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can stay home all day. or maybe not home. but be somewhere else aside from work. be far from late meetings, 10M deadlines, projects that won't generate revenue, demands, and sportsfest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just feeling the low, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-1396564144801020678?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/1396564144801020678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=1396564144801020678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/1396564144801020678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/1396564144801020678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-popularity-and-heart-rates.html' title='on popularity and heart rates'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-3071676458466756678</id><published>2008-06-20T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:06:11.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>hahaha employee of the month</title><content type='html'>12:00 - dumating ako sa office&lt;br /&gt;12:30 - lumabas para sa team lunch&lt;br /&gt;16:00 - bumalik sa office&lt;br /&gt;17:00 - nagumpisa magtrabaho&lt;br /&gt;18:00 - chochorva kasi kailangan sa buhay yun&lt;br /&gt;18:30 - sana magtrabaho ulit tapos direcho na kahit tamad na tamad at antok na antok&lt;br /&gt;19:30 - chochorva ulit&lt;br /&gt;19:45 - trabaho ulit? sana!&lt;br /&gt;20:00 - di natin alam haha&lt;br /&gt;21:00 - aalis para sa despidida party ni jhanice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yown! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kung ako nga yung tinutukoy mo, at tinuloy mo na yung yun... oo magp-party ako. usapang matino yun eh. pero kung tinuloy mo nga tapos di naman ako tinutukoy mo, congrats! sa wakas natuloy mo din. masaya ako para sa yo. alam ko kasi na di ka masaya diyan eh. kaya good luck sa kung saan ka man susunod na pupunta. ibig sabihin niyan di na talaga kita makikita... and i don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. oh well. pero congrats, kung yun nga yun! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ay ako nga yun. kamusta naman ang usapan sa gtalk status message di ba? haha. ang weird. oh well. ganun talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-3071676458466756678?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/3071676458466756678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=3071676458466756678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3071676458466756678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/3071676458466756678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahaha-employee-of-month.html' title='hahaha employee of the month'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-8407084905914554600</id><published>2008-06-18T15:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:57:10.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loren'/><title type='text'>amigos et amigas</title><content type='html'>i miss being able to converse albeit badly, in french. haha i've completely forgotten everything that i've learned back in college. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last night was ken's birthday celebration at bistro (where else?). it was supposed to be ken's night pero sino ang na-hot seat? raise your hand! josme. about what? weak (the person, not the adjective). and after that night's grilling session, lahat sila team weak! walang team cholo (except ako kasi di nga naman nila kilala si cholo) kahit alam nilang gaguhan lang yung kay weak. haha kainis! so ngayon everytime makikita nila si weak they burst into song ("i get so....bakit ikaw ang nais na matanaw nitong mga mata...). hello! so i've been asar talo lately. ok lang, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this text message the other night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i hope your ok. sorry for just not being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to read it a couple of times for the message to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what i have to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i'd like to say it's ok. coz yeah, i do miss having you as a friend. but being sorry isn't just enough. maybe you are. and i appreciate the apology. but then what? i don't know really. what happens after sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since that reply would lead to a long discussion i seriously don't have the energy for anymore, i didn't send it. i didn't even bother typing it out. i don't think i even have a point, really. it's just that what do i do with the apology? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nalungkot lang ako lalo and i don't want to be sad anymore. i mean i can't help but miss him from time to time pero alam mo yun as much as possible wag na sana. and ayoko na mainis because of the friendship lost, most of all. so if you don't want to be friends, then don't apologize for anything na. kalimutan na natin. tatahimik pa buhay ko pag ganun kasi ayoko na magisip. but if you do, then do something. don't just say sorry and then leave it at that. kasi ayoko ng ganun. because it just makes the sorry pilit and insincere...or at least it does for me. demanding na and illogical or whatever you want to call it i'm sorry but you know how it is with how my head works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this could be just the stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been up to my eyeballs once again in work. i come in at 10 i leave for home, earliest at 10. that's 12 hours every single day! and that's on the good days. some days, i pull away from my desk at 1 in the frigging morning. and i can't help but feel sorry for myself because i'm exhausted 24/7. even on weekends when i have to do chores because, once again, we don't have househelp. it's really nothing to complain about because some people have it worse, but it's something that puts down my morale. everyday i feel like a zombie: out of bed, shower, rush to work, sleep on the road, work, 15 minutes break, work, lunch, work, 15 minutes break, work, work, work, 10 minutes break, work again, 5 minutes break, work, work...and before i know it it's midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's not really that bad especially with all the chismis and hanky panky in between. but you know how it is. it still sucks having no time for yourself or for your friends anymore. i haven't seen a movie in a long time! i still haven't seen prince caspian and that makes me quite the loser, really (at least in my book). i haven't been to mr. kebab and chicken boy or to any of my friends' gigs. i haven't bought a book because i no longer have the time to go out and shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that it's completely hell right now because of work. because it's not. it's brought out the seriously competitive and perfectionist side i didn't know i still have. natatamad na ko mag-explain. medyo 6 hours in the making na tong blog post na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are pretty ok lately, despite my never-ending rants. :) lumalabas na ulit dimples ko. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously miss loren, lui, and tin. i haven't seen them in ages! kay loren pa naman, kailangan nagkikita/naguusap kami parati. kasi si loren yun eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa pa si osh! lalo na that cinderella's being staged here. sino kasama ko manuod? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just feeling a bit homesick and i'm the one who's home! pano pa kaya mga kaibigan kong malalayo? la lang. i just miss my friends. parati kong kasama lately mga ofcmates ko (although they're also my friens, i can't help but miss the people who've seen me through my best and through my worst) and i kinda miss the non-alcoholic gimik my girlfriends and i always used to have. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi kids. i love you beri meni. :3 (kiss yan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-8407084905914554600?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8407084905914554600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=8407084905914554600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8407084905914554600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/8407084905914554600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/06/amigos-et-amigas.html' title='amigos et amigas'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357164.post-1364548336533760297</id><published>2008-06-12T14:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:53:34.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>beat the ones who love you the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little later you added:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know -- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the little prince made no reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the little prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357164-1364548336533760297?l=isawbandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/feeds/1364548336533760297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357164&amp;postID=1364548336533760297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/1364548336533760297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357164/posts/default/1364548336533760297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawbandit.blogspot.com/2008/06/beat-ones-who-love-you-best.html' title='beat the ones who love you the best'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15568080076046800958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YOnE07Fr084/SDzXwWAI_9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/3t8pxZeNitU/S220/DSC_2453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
