<?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-12278420</id><updated>2011-05-25T20:57:42.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Else's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Someone Else's Life is an online journal chronicling the outrageous life of college student Malin.  Follow her as she tells everything about her from flunking a test, watcing cheesy Asianovelas, boredom busting, dream decoding and even her shopping habits.  Learn about a girl who is just too comfortable in her own skin.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-6678682941674430445</id><published>2007-01-12T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:14:58.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Your Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I've moved my blog to a new place.  So, goodbye Someone Else's Life.  It's been almost 2 years.  I'm not going to delete this blog, I'll just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://page-seven.net/"&gt;Click Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://page-seven.net/"&gt;Click Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://page-seven.net/"&gt;Click Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://page-seven.net/"&gt;Click Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://page-seven.net/"&gt;Click Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-6678682941674430445?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/6678682941674430445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/6678682941674430445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2007/01/update-your-links.html' title='Update Your Links'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-7332353753875231295</id><published>2006-12-26T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T16:16:04.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week was such a roller coaster.  For the most part, I was uber stressed because of the party.  Ivy, you BIIIIITCH!  Charm and I would always whine about how Ivy got us into this party planning.  Sometimes I contemplated on calling Ivy and nagging her on how she's ruining my Christmas vacation and that I'm quitting.  But then again if I did that, Charm would be the one left doing almost everything.  We really bonded the past week.  The last time Charm and I bonded was over a bottle of Novellino back in HS.  I felt like Nana O. because Charm was doing all the talking while I just sat there and listened.  But when it comes to dissing Tamby (short for Tambucho Girl since she wants a better namesake), well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated the chores I have to do before the party (had to say sorry all over again to Stacy and Erik for asking a favor when they're already on their way to dinner).  But when I came there at 8 and saw everything was going well I was uber proud of moi, Charm, Dani and maybe Ivy, too.  I was quite overwhelmed because people started backing out days before and to see still quite a lot came (including former classmates -- frankly, buti pa kayo isang tawagan lang nandyan na) was the real joy.  From the start till the end, digicams were flashing and the videoke machine's screen was crammed with song numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the party, it was hell again.  Charm and I would say, "Hanggang sa huli tayong dalawa pa rin.  Ivy, nasan ka?"  Miks tried to help me in the cleaning but the poor fellow was too drunk.  I think Miks is trying to outdo himself.  Mariam's debut he sang like an idiot, this summer he asked Neil which HS he came from, this time he was drunk beyond belief.  Hahaha.  He's actually funny.  In the morning I asked him if he remembers all the ruckus he did and he said yes and that he's extremely ashamed of himself.  Heehee.  YouTube anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/reunion-xmasparty/26-12-06_1025.jpg" class="blogimage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/reunion-xmasparty/26-12-06_1024.jpg" class="blogimage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny gave these to me.  Love old school Mickey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/reunion-xmasparty/DSC00270.gif" class="blogimage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost complete.  Stacy missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/reunion-xmasparty/DSC00287.gif" class="blogimage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looove my friends.  Nice to see everyone again.  Thanks Thea for the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the 23rd spent the evening at Ana's because it's her brother's birthday.  While on the way, Miks sent a message to Charm that he's sorry for everything that he might have destroyed and pleading that we don't scatter his videos (As if!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought it was a big party because I saw a tent and lots of people.  Turns out that the tent is for the wake of a neighbor.  Dios mio!  Only me, Charm, Ste, Erik, Em, Edmund and Kevin were there.  Played 1,2,3 pass, pekwa and pusoy dos.  Ed kept on winning in pusoy dos while I'm not so lucky.  Em and Ed were telling me not to wash my hands because baka mapasma daw ako.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though it's a day late, still, Merry Christmas to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey it's MMFF again!  Let's watch movies.  Here's what I want to watch:  Ligalig, Matakot Ka sa Karma and ZsaZsa Zaturnnah.&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/12278420-7332353753875231295?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/7332353753875231295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/7332353753875231295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-week-was-such-roller-coaster.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/reunion-xmasparty/th_26-12-06_1025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-4890451903611520022</id><published>2006-12-09T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:39:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Decided to take my holiday last December 8th so I went out with Cheryl for a movie at ATC. She lives in Makati. It’s not that I’m punishing her but we had this agreement that we’ll take turns watching movies near our place. This time it was my turn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sidestory: While riding the tricycle, the driver told me that it was our parish fiesta pala so he greeted me happy fiesta. I just smiled and said thanks. Then he told me that I should be more careful when going home at night because there are apparently lots of drug addicts in our area. Said yeah and I don’t really stay out late so much (liar). Then another person rode the tricycle and the driver greeted him, too. Then that was the same case with another passenger. When the two passengers got off at friendship gate, Mr. Driver’s got no change for the bills and told the two that the ride is for free. I looked into my purse and the coin count reveals that I only have PHP6.75, 25 cents short. I don’t want to pay with a 20 peso bill because he would not earn anything. Asked him if he could accept PHP6.75 and thanked him so much. I’m quite surprised that he could be genuinely nice given that most drivers do today is complain complain and complain while they’re not even taxpayers. Heh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, meeting place is at 12NN and I was take note: 10 minutes early. Since Che was nowhere in sight, decided to go around the mall and stare lustfully at the cellphones. Then Che sent a message saying she just freaking got up and would be late. Told her not to rush because I’ll be spending the time at Powerbooks. I have no choice but to squat at the young adults section because the usual squatting area is full of people already. After much going around the area, finally found a book to read — Teen Idol by Meg Cabot. Just as I was getting into it, Che texts me that she’s already there. Time check says that she was late by an awful one and a half hours. No problem since I was doing something plus the movie’s not to start until an hour later. Since she’s watched Happy Feet already, we decided to see Casino Royale instead (I know, so last month pa to). We entered the cinema at a very wrong time. The scene was where Bond said, “The bitch is dead…” Movie spoiled big time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But still, I liked the movie. It was not until I went home that I learned that Casino Royale was actually the first Bond book written. I admit I’m not really enthusiastic at first with Daniel Craig as Bond but I liked his performance in this flick (yeah, Craig, you’re having the last laugh now). Well, maybe because the movie focused on character development and not on wowing us with high tech gadgets and Craig delivered the part well. And the opening action scene is the best one I’ve seen in years. Also, Casino Royale has the cheesiest lines ever. I swear. Che and I experienced incessant eyeball rolling and if cheesiness could kill, we would’ve dropped dead. But seriously, it was good to see a different side of Bond. My fave scene is where Bond had a heart attack due from poisoning and Vesper comes to the rescue to push the red button on something then Bond finally gets a grip and the first question he asks is, “You okay?” Haha! As if Vesper was the one who was having an attack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-4890451903611520022?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/4890451903611520022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/4890451903611520022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-4836708480699431187</id><published>2006-12-05T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:45:06.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I can Breathe...Sort Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gaaaad, accounting subjects for this term are over! I just had my last compre exam last night.  Can you believe that the exam is from 6:00-10:00PM?  Four solid hours of solving freaking auditing problems.  I had a headache plus I badly need braces to support my neck.  I'm so not cut out to be an auditor.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am half relieved.  But half of me is still anxious over the grades.  Blast it.  Come Friday, I hope it's good news I'm going to receive from the prof.  Eight more school days and this term is over.&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/12278420-4836708480699431187?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/4836708480699431187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/4836708480699431187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-i-can-breathesort-of.html' title='Now I can Breathe...Sort Of'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-2465784115465127077</id><published>2006-11-22T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:53:40.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should learn to shut my mouth or at least look around to check if the person I want to diss is around or not.  You see, our auditing prof has been coming late for class consistently. Today, he was late for about 20 minutes. I am always annoyed of profs who come in really late because that’s it, they’re just late in fact but you cannot do anything about it. Whereas with the students, they record it and get deductions in the class standing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just can’t take waiting for so long anymore that I blurted out that auditing profs are notorious latecomers. Then my classmates turned to me with horrified looks on their faces. It turns out that Sir was already there but I didn’t see him coming because I was talking to another classmate while he was hunched over setting up his laptop. Shit. I know he heard it. He bloody heard everything that I said. He just pretended that he didn’t hear it. That or he’s seriously deaf at 21 years of age. But I doubt that he’s deaf because I was about 1.5 meters away from him. You know what I did? I scurried to my seat so he won’t know that it was me who said it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow I’ll try to uhm…come a bit clean by writing in my assignment that he could do better by attending class on time. Haha! Suck-up! He asks us some extra questions for the assignment that’s not really related to auditing. The extra requirement couldn’t be more appropriate this time: evaluation of the teacher. So, I’ve got an excuse to point out his tardiness. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-2465784115465127077?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/2465784115465127077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/2465784115465127077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/11/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-7716026326595692867</id><published>2006-11-11T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:05:40.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet Points Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;»Oh my god!  I have so much to tell that I can't seem to think where to start first.  Oh yeah, that trip to the Visayas region...it was POSTPONED!!!!!!  Everything was going well (for them ha!) then suddenly Dad's agency told him he'll be leaving on Monday (which was Monday this week).  And so, he needs to go process everything in less than a week.  He was here for about a week and a half.  There's a new ship and Dad's going to be the first captain.  So yeah, they're going to spray champagne on the ship and have the maiden voyage to insert-name-of-country-here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»I passed Advanced Accounting II!!!  This time I was the highest in the compre exams.  Heehee.  I got 92%!!  Seriously, up to now, I can't believe that I got that high mark.  And the time it was announced in class...it was pure bliss.  I felt like I'm the Accounting Goddess..but on second thought, I'd rather be not.  That's the highest grade EVER that I've got in any accounting subject since I started majors.  I think I passed Auditing Theories, too; grades will come out on Monday.  I'm taking up Auditing Problems now and I'm having serious problems in it.  'Nangangapa' is the term.  You can add 'windang', too.  My only consolation is I'm not the only windang in class.  Grabe, several of my classmates have sleepovers so that they can study together.  Some of them DO NOT take a bath because bathing time is eaten up by study time, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»I'm so annoyed with someone in class.  Mind you, I have a loooong draft that's solely about her.  I abused all the adjectives that I could abuse just to express my high annoyance of her.  But I'm in such a good mood right now that I'll just delete the draft.  She's just a suck-up, big-mouthed insufferable know-it-all!  Oops...Did I just type that??  Told you she annoys me to high heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»I already watched The Prestige.  The first thirty minutes was B-O-R-I-N-G.  But in fairness to the film, it made me guess up to the very last.  Scarlett Johansson didn't do any much acting but her character pretty much revved up the rivalry even more.  I like the cinematogrpahy and the film's feel is kind of gothic...dark and gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»Today's the birthday of my best-est friend in the world, Salve.  The time is simply not enough to catch up on each other.  We tried to wander off the 'topic' but somehwere down the middle it just pops up and the reason behind it.  When we're browsing magazines she told me she likes reading Comsmopolitan and ironically, there's a feature about being single in the November ish.  Uh-oh.  Jokingly told her that she should buy it.  Hehe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-7716026326595692867?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/7716026326595692867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/7716026326595692867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/11/bullet-points-again.html' title='Bullet Points Again'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-116135848947573033</id><published>2006-10-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:59.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far, So Good</title><content type='html'>Look, I photocopied then scanned my left hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/lefthand.gif" class="blogimage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I don't really have the luxury of time to write a decent post with paragraphs, I'll just post the somewhat-outline of my supposed to be entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      » I'm so going to watch The Prestige.  Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale and Scarlett Johansson is in it!  What more could I ask for?  I wish I could read the book though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      » Dad's coming home again (Chocolates!  Yey!).  Then he'll be leaving again after a couple of weeks.  Weird contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      » Since it's the siblings' sembreak (but not mine), the parentals are planning to go to Boracay or El Nido...and I'll be left behind.  I was supposed to come with them then go home a couple of days earlier.  But then the schedule of classes changed then I suddenly had a Saturday class.  I'm a loser.  Sana di matuloy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      » I'm going to censor myself and stop whining about the modular program (Think +, di ba?).  The reason I'm being a whiny brat is because I feel as if my efforts are for nothing (and I'm feeling I'm missing out on so much; re: previous point).  But not anymore which will lead to my last point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      » I passed Cost Accounting!!!  I got 87% in the comprehensive exams and was also the second to the highest (she got 88%..haha!  Bitter!).  Woooohoooo!!!  And just today, I also passed my first exam in Auditing Principles.  Ayos.&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/12278420-116135848947573033?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/116135848947573033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/116135848947573033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-far-so-good_116135848947573033.html' title='So Far, So Good'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/th_lefthand.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115874400490182196</id><published>2006-09-20T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots</title><content type='html'>//EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to add that the sunglasses are not mine.  They're vintage.  I rummaged in my Mum's closet and found them.  She won't give them to me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/shades01.jpg" class="blogimage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior bubuyog sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/shades02.jpg" class="blogimage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwedeng pang-IMAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/shades03.jpg" class="blogimage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Richie would be very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;"&gt;Supernova&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Supernova is complete now.  [Technically they're not Supernova anymore since the judge ordered them to drop the name after the final ep.  The idiots didn't do their homework and proceded to use the name of an exisitng band.]  Blech!!! Dilana didn't win!!!  T_T  T_T  Lukas is their boy.  Of course I think Tommy, Gilby and Jason made the biggest mistakes of their lives by choosing Lukas over Dilana.  But then again, for those three, they made the best decision for themselves.  So good luck to them and for Pete's sake, choose a less cheesier name!!  You're lucky to get sued to drop that cheesy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 6 weeks, I successfully predicted who's going home.  I kinda knew what they're looking for.  And I kinda knew that it's going to be between Lukas and Dilana.  Lukas has a unique voice but I just don't like it when he gurgles in his own words while he's singing; I can't understand a thing.  So I voted like mad for Dilana.  I sort of hoped that the-band-formerly-known-as-Supernova would go against the flow [of the usual male fronted rock bands] and choose the gal who obviously owned season 2.  I think everybody is waiting for Tommy to say Dilana.  But they didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few days after, I think that Dilana would be better off as a solo artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mummy is so anti-climtic talaga!  I prevented myself from using the internet just so I would not spoil the fun.  Then here comes Mummy's announcement during the last break that Lukas Rossi won it.  The whole household was like, "Anooo?!"  Hay naku.  She watched the live telecast pala then sat through the primetime encore deadpan.  Hahahaha...That's her idea of a joke...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;"&gt;Barely Alive&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  I can't help it but this post is just full of...rants and drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of the eat-sleep-tv-sleep routine.  And now my everyday routine is aral-tulog-aral.  No, scratch that.  I'm soo sleep deprived.  Average of 17 hours a day for studying.  How dweebish is that?  But I need to lest I flunk accounting ang get myself kicked out of the program.  For the first two days of school, I went for 36 hours without any sleep. Thank god I made it to my 19th birthday.  You know what I did on my birthday?  I slept the whole day!   The last time I sat in front of the TV was during the Rock Star:  Supernova finale.  We're loaded with tons of homework that could well last a year.   One time I sat for six hours straight doing my homework.  I didn't notice the time.  The funny thing is that I wanted to cry [because of frustration over a problem] at some point while doing my homework but I postponed it.  Haha!  I told myself I'll waste 5-10 minutes if I cry.  So I went on solving and ended up not crying at all.&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/12278420-115874400490182196?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115874400490182196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115874400490182196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/09/snapshots.html' title='Snapshots'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/th_shades01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115720324116904293</id><published>2006-09-02T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:58.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yow!  I'm back from the final exams grave.  Got my grades last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Income Taxation?  Check.&lt;br /&gt;Negotiable Instruments Law?  Sus.&lt;br /&gt;Financial Management 2?  Tsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!  Kidding only.  My grades are good; GPA for this term is 2.92.  I know, it sucks...0.08 away from the dean's list.  Aside from the hell that is the final exams, I've been gone because Milia (my laptop) is broken indefinitely.  There's nothing really that BIG that's wrong with it, it's just that the AC-Motherboad connector got snapped or fried or something.  I already brought it to the service center and they're telling me that the motheroard needs to be replaced.  Eh, why would I replace the motherboard when I know it's not the one that's defective?  Milia still works when it's on battery power.  Plus, it costs 27 grand to replace the motherboard.  That's almost the price of one laptop today.  Even if they know the root of the problem they won't fix the AC-Motherboard connector.  They say they don't tinker with insides of the laptop let alone the AC-Motherboard connector.  I wonder why do they even call themselves the Toshiba Service Center.  How ironic, noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I was able to salvage the contents of the hard drives, Maximilian and Monica.  Kuya assembled a new kickass pc and that's what I'm using now.  He's using it most of the time so I can't really log on as much as before.  Seriously, I feel so detached from the rest of the world if I can't use the internet (&lt;--- this statement will make   Ivy wag a finger at me and say, "Ikaw kaya and drama queen!").  Haaay...Milia,   you will be sorely missed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I doing for the term break?  For the last couple of days, I've been parking my arse in front of the telly.  I've been watching the US Open (Last time na 'to ni Andre Agassi!), Formula One (Yeah, Alonso!  I love how you make M. Schumacher eat your dust), replays of the X Games, reruns of the first season of Desperate Housewives and the DVDs of anime series that Kuya burned.  I love it that no one's bugging me.  The parentals are out most of the day, Kuya is either sleeping or using the pc and the younger sibs are slaving themselves in school.  This routine would go on for two more weeks.  Very uneventful...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I watched Snakes on a Plane.  I'm no grammar police but should the title be Snakes in a Plane?  IMO, "in" is more appropriate.  Going to the movie, it's pretty much OK.  Had some good scenes that poke you in the chest.  It's very funny, too.  Mum is constantly elbowing my ribs everytime a baby, a child or any character is in danger of getting bitten (which is like every 5 seconds).  So, my ribs are pretty much raw after the movie.  Then towards the ending, Mum was laughing hysterically.  God, she can get so animated at times.  There are a lot of cliches and it's mostly predictable.  Like the captain and the co-captain getting bitten and subsequently dies.  Like the lead getting bitten (or so we thought) near the end.  I am soo disappointed with the ending.  Why the hell didn't it end in the court room or even in jail. And I found it most ridiculous when the star witness went surfing!!! My God, the killer ad his men are out there to get you, you idiot!!  For me, it just didn't end strongly.    Speaking of stupid endings, Sukob is another movie which ended leaving me dumbstruck.  I would've loved it if the father died instead one of his daughters.  That would be more acceptable considering he caused it all.  It's rather annoying to end it with vengeful souls of the dead preying on the father.  Nevertheless, I loved the scares that Sukob has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-115720324116904293?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115720324116904293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115720324116904293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/09/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115479849873443370</id><published>2006-08-06T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:58.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/07292006304.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy (Sports Ed), Celine, Moi, Hans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/07292006301.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/07292006298.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have attended the most boring party yet -- the TLS Acquaintance Party.  Candy was apologizing over and over again for the crappy party.  The party wasn't supposed to be the blah that it was according to her.  So she promised she'll plan a getog exclusive only for the sports section to make up for the all the hassle.  I feel bad for Stacy who arrived late and all the food was gone.  There were only two crappy games which resulted into more crappiness.  I never so wanted to do the infamous eat and run.  So, to amuse ourselves, we did the most enjoyable thing to do at the moment -- photo op!!!  Not all sports staffers were included in the pic (either they had a premonition that the party is going to be boring beyond human limit or they just can't take the blechness of it all and left early).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Thumbelina standing next to my co-staffers and I'm 5'5" tall ah!!  That's because Candy is a ramp model, Celine is part ofthe DLSU Lady Spikers and I think is around 5'8" and Hans is a very tall guy.  Haha.  So this is the ONLY acquaintance party that ceased to be an acquaintance party the moment it started.  Pity I never really got to know the staffers from the other sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already submitted my first article for the August issue of The LaSallian and I'm not so confident about it.  I wouldn't be surprised if the article comes out heavily edited by Candy.  This is the first time in so long that I wrote a serious feature article.  Plus, Candy told me that it's true that they laugh, ridicule, belittle crappy articles behind our back.  Editors...  But I'm so proud that I passed it on time!! Haha!  I was able to keep my promise.  I did a feature on the DLSU Dragonboat Team.  That was the fun part, the writing part is forgettable.  The guys Cams and I interviewed are so funny and nice it didn't feel like an interview at all.  They even asked us to come with them in the training so we can do another feature on them.  I would love to if only they don't start training at 5:30 AM!!  Sayang, the tennis coverage was assigned to the oldies.  I would love to do that, too.  I'll have to ask Candy that I'd like to do a coverage on the Sept ish.  Starting this August I'm going to keep all the TLS ish (yep, I throw them away at the end of every school year) because my name's gonna be there!! Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist hours ago and had my teeth cleaned and a portion of my gums cut again.  So, they hurt like hell and bleed like there's no tomorrow.  The dentist's equips are always scary.  I'm not freaked out by injections but it freaks me out when it's done inside your mouth.  And when she was cutting my gums, though it doesn't hurt a bit I could still feel the slicing of the knife.  Two hours after the operation my tongue, throat and cheek still feel like 10 inches thick. I can't eat anything hard.  All I eat is soup and oatmeal.  Pathetic.  My only consolation is that I had double dutch ice cream.  Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While stocking up on Aug ish of mags, I saw the cover of UNO mag.  God, I can't believe it, I didn't recognize her even ---  Sandara Park!!!  Sandara clad in skimpy leather!!!  Wow, I can't believe they're making her an object of desire.  Perhaps, it's more like they're creating an abomination.  Heaven forbid Sandara taking sexy roles for flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.  I said in here it would only take me a month to finish that which spawned my semi-hiatus.  I can't even find time on weekends to do it because of the make-up classes.  So, I'm lifting my semi-hiatus.  I'll just finish it on the term break.  I hate it that my hard-earned money goes to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-115479849873443370?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115479849873443370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115479849873443370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/08/blech.html' title='Blech'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/th_07292006304.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115410409337660785</id><published>2006-07-29T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:58.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/supermanspoof01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/supermanspoof02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/supermanspoof03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not misconstrue my entries (the lola panties and this one).  I'm not dissing Superman.  I just want to spread the laughs.  (Like I expect you to buy that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my classmate and I are talking about Dead Man's Chest and the trailers shown with it when he asked which movie am I looking forward more than the other, Pirates 3 or Spidey 3??  OMG, I can't even give a no-brainer.  All Spider-man movies are almost perfect.  Sad, but I'll have to rank Pirates movies second to Spider-man movies.  So yeah, I want to see Spider-man 3 so badly more than Pirates 3.   (It's also because Venom is going to be in the third.) God, that was a hard one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidbit!!  Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones is going to have a cameo appearance in Pirates 3 as.............Jack's father!!  That would be nice coz Johnny Depp got inspiration for Jack Sparrow and his mannerisms from Keith Richards.  He says that pirates were the rock stars of their time.  So well said, eh? &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/12278420-115410409337660785?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115410409337660785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115410409337660785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman.html' title='Superman?'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/th_supermanspoof01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115374747865091085</id><published>2006-07-24T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:58.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Loving Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.)  Google Earth.  It's a 3D globe that allows you to zoom into any place on earth.  Yep, anywhere you fancy.  Though it's not a real time earth but just pasted images from satellites, it's still fun to use.  I zoomed into Las Piñas  and La Salle.  Minutes later I was in Rome searching for the Roman coloseum and the Parthenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.)  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKkr6dhtOTg" target="_blank"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?" v="oeucrudCytc&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;Ulam&lt;/a&gt;.  Thanks to the ever reliable &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com" target="_blank"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; for providing these clips.  Swak na swak yung Mamaw!  Michael V is so good in rewriting the lyrics and imitating the singer from Kamikazee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;kahit na tinatawanan...&lt;br /&gt;marami yatang pumapatol dyan...&lt;br /&gt;'pag meron s'yang napagti-tripan&lt;br /&gt;bibigyan nya ng limang-daan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baklang sagad sa pangit&lt;br /&gt;ang kagandaha'y pinipilit&lt;br /&gt;sa likod ay mukang mama&lt;br /&gt;'pag humarap ay MAMAW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.)  Reese.  Oh the joy when Daddy came home from Singapore and he gave me a bag of Reese.  Awww, he remembered.  Reese is prolly next to my addiction to dark choco.  Craving, craving, craving for Reese's Fastbreak and peanut butter cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4.)  The Devil Wears Prada.  So witty and hilarious.  (ebook available &lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/crazycatz16/Ebooks/TheDevilWearsPrada.doc" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;; use print preview in MS Word)  It's currently showing in the US and coming soon (I hope..) in here.  Starring Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway.  I already have the DVD.  Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5.)  Angela Manalang-Gloria.  She was the poet our group chose for our recently concluded Poetry Festival.  Most of her works are about love but I don't find them cheesy or mushy.  One of my faves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Woman Speaks (1940)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the world's true glamour&lt;br /&gt;Is held--you know by whom?&lt;br /&gt;Not by the gilt Four Hundred&lt;br /&gt;Parading in perfume,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor by the silvered meteors&lt;br /&gt;That light the celluloid sky--&lt;br /&gt;But by these eyes that called you,&lt;br /&gt;Blind fool who passed me by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6.)  Rock Star:  Supernova.  I'm adding rockstar to my ever growing list of dream careers.  Dilana Robichaux, the tattooed rocker is my bet.  Very honest and  a thoughtful friend.  Most importantly, she exudes the serious rocker vibe at first glance.  And when she sings, she scares me (I mean it in a good way).  God, she nailed Lithium sans the crazy dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7.)  Female DJs.  Also adding this in my dream career list.  I've read about DJ Sheal, a NYC based Filipina electronic music DJ with a gothic fashion sense.  She's become so popular thus sought after that Village Voice included her in their list of "New York notables and actual superstars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8.)  Nana.  The current #1 addiction of moi--manga, anime and movie.  I've read the first chaps of the manga, watched the first ep of the anime and just last night I watched the movie in Wowow...without subtitles.  Haha.  But was able to understand it.  Hooray for Sensei Nayda Galang's lessons.......NOT!  Apart from some words and a few phrases I could pick up, I wouldn't even have any clue what's going on in Nana without this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/24-07-06_0119.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.kloofy.net" target="_blank"&gt;Kloofy.net&lt;/a&gt; for the subtitles.  Yeah, I dl-ed the subtitles then printed it.  So I was holding 30 pages worth of subtitles in my hand and reading it along with the characters.  I heart heart Mika Nakashima, her full-fashioned stockings and her song Glamorous Sky.  I found  the music video for &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/k8xc7o" target="_blank"&gt;Glamorous Sky&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/6kjjrm" target="_blank"&gt;Endless Story&lt;/a&gt; but sendspace is being a biatch so I just settled for the MP3 for now.  I'm going to find ways how to bypass you, sendspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)  Stars are Blind parody.  The comic strip goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TV:  There has been multiple, large-scale, earthquakes in the Philippines, the most devastating earthquake phenomena in world history...&lt;br /&gt;Guy:  ...&lt;br /&gt;TV:  In order to minimize terrorist attacks, President Voosh launched a full-scale invasion all over Iran, North Korea...&lt;br /&gt;Guy:  ...&lt;br /&gt;TV:  A new epidemic, the "Cow Flu" virus is the current primary alert of the WHO...&lt;br /&gt;Guy:  ...&lt;br /&gt;TV:  Paris Hilton's latest Single is now on top of the Billboard Charts...&lt;br /&gt;Guy:  END OF THE WORLD NA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha!!  So corny but it really cracked me up when I read it.  I never thought that Paris sang that.  In Simple Life, Paris either uses her original voice which is quite low pitched or her chipmunk-ish voice (esp when asking for favors).  A lot thought it was sung by Gwen Stefani.  Actually, I have the MP3 in my iPod.  Ok, you can shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)  Old Movies.  I've watched Superman the Movie. I didn't know that Superman wore Lola panties before.  Hahaha.  Also saw My Fair Lady.  What can I say?  I loove Audrey Hepburn.&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/12278420-115374747865091085?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115374747865091085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115374747865091085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-im-loving-now.html' title='What I&apos;m Loving Now'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/th_24-07-06_0119.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115315625646001120</id><published>2006-07-18T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:58.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Initial D is showing in the theaters right now.  Kuya, as usual, has downloaded a copy already so I watched it.   I think it's good.  Well, yeah..it's all about racing but the story is good.  The father of the lead is Japan's first world champion racer but he chose to marry early.  Then his wife left him and their son.  He is an alcoholic but manages to maintain a bean curd business.  He may be drunk in a daily basis but he's also training his son indirectly for racing.  The training is effective so far.  For five years since middle school, the son races and those racers he has defeated thought he was the father.  Plus, his bestfriend thought he can't drive approaching a sharp curve.  So, imagine their surprise discovering he's really really good and he's the son actually.  Oooh, and he looks like Champ.  Champ of Hale.  So I figured he would never exude 'The Aura' like the other racers in the movie had.  But then again, the character was introduced as the ordinary guy.  I liked the ending.  Not cheesy.  At least, they're being real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovewrecked is the blech-est movie I've watched this year.  If only I could have my 2 hours and PHP120 back!!  The story is weak.  I think the director cannot make anything interesting out of a 10-page script.  Amanda Bynes as always has the knack for comedy.  She's the sole reason why I watched this.  She was superb in She's the Man.  Yes, she still is good  but the movie failed to showcase more of her talents.  The other characters are just...forgettable.  There are about two scenes that we laughed so hard.  The rest of it was a desperate attempt to be humorous that it became more like torture.  The ending was a total duh!  I don't know why the writer created a situation in the first place in which the characters in the story cannot wiggle out of smoothly.  I mean, it's not the least bit convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, a sequel that's worth watching.  Or maybe I'm just biased because Johnny Depp is in it.  Seriously, I could throw away Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley and Pirates wouldn't be the least bit boring.  It was twice the laughs than the first.  The visuals were jaw dropping.  The score was good, just going overboard a couple of times.  Cams and I were laughing (gushing and drooling included) nonstop for 2 hours then the next thing I knew both of us were shouting "No! No! No! Go! Go! Bilisan mo! Bullshit ka Elizabeth Swann!!" And the scene was shot so beautifully...so dramatic...and the music!  Goddam it!  There were tears in my eyes after that scene.  I was forewarned by our orient2 facilitator since I told him I'm going to watch Pirates after class.  Somehow I felt that it was going to happen but I'm not prepared for it when it was actually happening right in front of me.  Leche talaga, I'm so not over it.  I can't wait for 2007 to come.  The third Pirates franchise, Spidey 3, OoTP movie and Book 7 of HP are all happening in 2007.  I'm going to be broke big time in 2007.  Haha.  Back to pirates, heaven forbid that Liz/Jack angle.  Yaaaaaak!!!  I'm so not buying it!  Liz doesn't deserve Will let alone Jack.  I hope the Kraken crushes every bone in her body.  I loathe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/275px-Johnny_Depp_2006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanessa Paradis  is helluva lucky girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally watched Superman Returns.  Yeah, I'm a loser.  Everybody's talking about it for the past two weeks and I'm still clueless.  Finally had the time last Sunday.  Lois Lane is annoying. Annoying as a reporter.  Annoying as a woman.  After she had that interview, "One Night with Superman," she screwed the next guy.  Wow, what a &lt;s&gt;ho&lt;/s&gt; bitch.  Doesn't even know the father of her son.  Richard pales in comparison to Clark Kent.  Can't she even see??  Brandon Routh really really resembles Christopher Reeve, appearance wise and both being relatively unknown prior to being cast as Superman.  But to give credit to Routh, I think he did a good job of bringing a new Superman.  I was driven insane by the people seating behind us.  The woman companion asked the guy who was Superman's nemesis and he said it's Max Luthor!!!!!!!!  I had to supress a snort. &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/12278420-115315625646001120?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115315625646001120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115315625646001120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/07/quad.html' title='Quad'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/th_275px-Johnny_Depp_2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115238013710216000</id><published>2006-07-09T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:58.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall Climbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I forget posting 'em, here are the pics when we went wall climbing last Saturday.  After climbing for 3 hours on, I can't close my fist anymore.  I tried another wall but I can't make past 2 meters.  Haha!!  Plus, there are 2 huge bruises in my left knee when I lost my grip and bumped the damned fake rock.  And Gaaad, traversing is even harder than going up! We were belayers of each other so there's only one group pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chris, Ozelle, Moi and Clara&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/01.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/04.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/06.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/08.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/09.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/10.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/11.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/13.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/15.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/16.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/18.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/19.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/20.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/17.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our dream to finally conquer this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-115238013710216000?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115238013710216000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115238013710216000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/07/wall-climbing.html' title='Wall Climbing'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/wall%20climbing/th_21.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115218537368474391</id><published>2006-07-06T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:57.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letdown</title><content type='html'>First, Brazil.  This Wed, Germany.  Leche naman.  All of my bets in FIFA were eliminated already. When Brazil was eliminated , I predicted a France-Germany final.   I stayed up last night just to watch the replay of the Italy-Germany game.  2-0.  The 2 goals of Italy came in the dying minutes of the extra period.  Had there been the penalty shootout...  But really, Italy played a really good game.  The statistics even show their dominance. Pirlo of Italy was such a good midfielder.  No wonder, he's the Budweiser Man of the Match.  So, it's a France-Italy final...I don't want to bet anymore lest I put that country into doom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-115218537368474391?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115218537368474391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115218537368474391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/07/letdown.html' title='Letdown'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115165497345756247</id><published>2006-06-30T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:57.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yep, I'm going into a semi-hiatus.  Would still be posting once in a while.  I'm doing something important right now.  If all goes well, I could finish it in 2 weeks.. or maybe a month if I'm too slow.  Would tell ya all the details after I'm finished with it.  But somehow I think you know it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-115165497345756247?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115165497345756247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115165497345756247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/06/semi-hiatus.html' title='Semi-hiatus'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115154708789468318</id><published>2006-06-29T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:57.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TLS Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how did it go?  It's somewhat gruesome but it still went fine.  We were in one room and there's this long table and five people were seated right in front of me.  It's like in those movies while they're interrogating the criminal except this time the room is not dark with only a solitary lamp hanging from the ceiling.  I know 4 out of 5 of them (Candy--sports ed, Dan--photos ed, Carlos and Cams).  Though that's the case, the interview was formal except for Cams making snide comments jokingly and sitting on top of the table.  They just barraged me with some questions like sell yourself, unsell yourself, why sports, why now when there's no UAAP, sport you are most familiar with, sport you are most unfamiliar with, how to commute from Las Piñas City to ADMU, what will you do if the photographer is not around, will you cut classes to cover important games and godzillion other crazy questions.  After I said my answer for the first four questions, all of them fell silent and just sat looking at me intently.  I almost went insane for 30 seconds thinking what I must've said wrong.  Then Carlos broke the silence and jokingly accused Cams of coaching me as I always had ready answers for their supposedly difficult questions.  Modesty aside, their questions are not hard, I just know what I'm going into and I'm prepared for it.  Cams never coached me or specifically leaked to me any of the answers.  The only info that she told me is to review basic sports lingo and nothing after that.  The example situations that were asked bugged all the ridiculous creativity out of me.  The interview must be only for 30 minutes but it stretched all the way to 50 minutes.  They asked and asked questions maybe just to see if I'll crack under pressure.  Honestly, I almost did.  The third to the last situtation took me a minute to think about.  I cannot think of a serious answer.  If only not for the serious atmosphere I would laughed as soon as I finished my answer.  It was so ridiculous.  Cams already left for class before that question but I'm sure she would've laughed out loudly.  After the interview Candy asked me to sing.  Leche.  As if The LaSallian staffers were not enough as audience, Candy also called the attention of the Plaridel staffers.  Leche.  Don't ask me how did it go.  They could've asked me to dance or do a monologue.  But sing?  It would be a cold day in planet oblivion when I could finally nail one song flawlessly.  The verdict:  I'm in.  Stacy also got in for the photos.  She never showed me her shots because she thinks they're crappy.  I don't believe her.  (She took pics for our project in marketing and it was good.)  What more now when she's accepted among so many applicants?  We have to complete 5 hours of residency every week.  Ugh.  I have to climb the stairs all the way to fifth floor (no elevator at that blasted building!) and spend my every break there.  Just don't let my majors get in the way and I'm near my next goal:  get regularized.  &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/12278420-115154708789468318?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115154708789468318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115154708789468318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/06/tls-interview.html' title='TLS Interview'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115128994142924001</id><published>2006-06-26T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:57.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had lunch in SM yesterday.  I saw hundreds of peeps lined up to audition for the 2nd season of Pinoy Big Brother.  They're holding auditions so early considering PBB S2 shan't start until Jan 2007.  We joined the throng.  Haha!  Kidding.  Mom and I just tried to squeeze a little into the crowd to see Laurenti Dyogi.  He's wearing navy blue polo shirt.  So many people wanting to have the instant fame and money.  But Direk Lauren must be impressed with your looks first.  If not, he'll send you away with no qualms.  My brother was soo annoyed when he went to the washroom and so many guys and girls were crowded inside and outside fixing their make-up and get-up.  I don't understand why a lot of guys have to wear sunglasses.  For Pete's sake, it's raining plus Direk Lauren can't see your face, you idiot!  And the girls!  Goodness, they must be wearing an inch thick of make-up.  And one of them...Gaaad, she might as well went to the audition in a bikini.  (Ivy, is this the one Von's talking about?  Nyahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/gokusen2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally finished Gokusen 2.  Nothing has changed in Yankumi in here.  Appearance wise and the idealism and energy didn't waver a bit.  I dunno how to compare it with the first one.  I mean, I dunno which one is better (since I didn't get to watch all of Gokusen 1). But you don't need to watch the first one for this. I don't like the fact that it's only Kuma shown in here.  Where the hell are the other 4?  They could've at least said something about them.  There are a lot of fight scenes in here.  Every friggin episode someone gets beaten up!  (And why do all of 5 of them have to speak one after another?) Shin Sawada and the gang never went up to someone and asked for a duel.  Their problems are more of family problems whereas in the 2nd, it's always bec of another gang or rival school.  From the first episode alone, Shirokin's 3-D looked like goody-goodies beside Kurogin's.  But in Gokusen 2, the guys softened to Yankumi easily, as early as episode 3. And the promise they made to Yankumi, it's sweet.  (They don't always call her Yankumi, sometimes it's Yamaguchi.  Her caricatures are all over the classroom.  There's even a big face of Yankumi done in spray paint.  Actually, the whole classroom is covered with spray paint) Gokusen 2 is more preachy, more conversations and counselling.  I dunno what happened to Mr. Shinohara and his sidekick.  When I searched the net for Gokusen and there's the sequel, I thought it's basically about Shin and Yankumi.  But that's the sort of thing that's going to be done to satisfy the fans.  I'm glad they didn't do it bec I'll just think it's too cheesy, too good to be true.  But who knows?  There might be Gokusen 3.  Pero I still can't imagine them together even if Shin graduated already.  Taboo!  There's still the unrequited love of Yankumi for a fellow teacher.  She was about to confess but something came up.  Another teacher has the eyes for Yankumi but Yankumi is oblivious to him.  There are two leaders of the section, Yabuki Hayato and Odagiri Ryu.  Their three stooges are Tsuchiya(!), Take and Hyuga.  Hayato is a jester.  Ryu is more like a Shin clone with the same problems with his father as Shin had.  Ryu and Hayato never exuded the cool, calm and the yabang air that Shin had.  I dunno but to me, Shin Sawada would always be the leader of 3-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, Disney Channel showed High School Musical.  I've been waiting for it since April!  I know, I'm way past the high school era but these flicks make more sense far and away than those college slasher flicks.  I heart the song Breaking Free!!  My Brother says that the lead actress is a Filipina.  It's predictable, yeah, but anyhoo, I love the songs and the dance numbers specially the ending.  IMO, it's not even cheesy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/highschoolmusical.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Zac Efron and Vanessa Anne Hudgens star in this Disney Channel Original Movie as popular basketball team captain Troy and smart, stunning academic Gabriella. Both shock the members of the social cliques to which they belong when they each decide to audition for the high school's musical. By proving themselves to be brilliant performers, can these two teens lead their peers towards more open-minded thinking and acceptance of one another? HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL is a family-appropriate feature filled with hip music, popular dance moves, and tons of school spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Credits:  Yahoo! Movies]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-115128994142924001?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115128994142924001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115128994142924001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-will-dare.html' title='I Will Dare'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/th_gokusen2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115114976226259942</id><published>2006-06-24T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:57.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Godot, Wer is U?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Samuel Beckett's Godot, Wer is U?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A philiosphical masterpiece about the senselesness (or purposefulness) of human existence.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had huge doses of existentialism last night.  Ugh.  It's the Filipinized version of Sameul Beckett's Waiting for Godot in line with the French Spring Festival in Manila and the 20th Theater Season.  Two tramps (Estragon and Vladimir) wait by the rail tracks for the arrival of Mang Godot.  They bicker and make up, eat Sky Flakes or Fita or BluSkies, amuse each other just to pass time.  Pozzo and his slave, Lucky, appear riding a tricycle (complete with industrial music playing from a radio).  Lucky has a leash and Pozzo drags him around which is becoming unbearable for me as the play goes on.  It's full of slapstick humor Filipino style.  And when Lucky was commanded by Pozzo to think, he performs a monologue that none of the three could understand.  It's gay lingo.  I don't understand any of it either but I know it's gay lingo because there's chuk chak chenes, eternal dedma, etc.  IMO, talking in gay lingo in full speed is such a feat for that actor.  He did stop but only after his baseball cap was taken of.  It may seem comedic but the play is really a tragedy.  The play takes two days but I reckon that it spreads over the lifetime of Estragon and Vladimir (bec the flowers bloom and Pozzo comes back again but he's already blind plus Estragon keeps on saying that they've been like that for 48 years).  They wait and wait but Mang Godot never comes.  That is soo pathetic but everyday, these two meet up again and start all over from the beginning and wait again for Godot to come.  They can choose to leave the place and cease waiting for Godot but they don't.  Estragon even thought of suicide but Vladimir stopped him because they're waiting for Godot.  I don't know who the hell Godot is or what business they have with him.  And their unending waiting is such an absurdity.  But you know what they say, there is hope in waiting.  So, I reckon that maybe Godot, Wer is U? is not entirely existentialist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/crazycatz16/godotwerisu-synopsis.html" target="_blank"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw all the actors after watching Godot.  They were thanking us for watching and I managed to say the show was great.  I want to watch more plays!!!  I remember telling Ivy that I want to live just like a socialite.  I want to watch operas, plays, ballet shows, go to art exhibits and fund raisers.  They gave us postcards of their upcoming shows during the 20th Theater Season (actually, I picked 2 sets of postcards bec they were so beautiful).  Of course if you're a student they'll slash 50% off the regular ticket price.  I want to take advantage of those perks while I'm still a student.  I want to watch all the plays lined up till Feb 2007!  If you avail of the student subscription, you can watch 4 plays for just PHP 800!  I so want to watch Orpheus Descending and the plays during Virgin Labfest 2.  I am so enamored by the virgin Labfest 2.  These are Untried, Untested, Unpublished, Unstaged works.  Hey Ivy, I know you love theater, so why don't you audition or attend their workshops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;"&gt;Left Behind&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I joined two orgs this year:  JPIA and Outdoor Club.  Last year, I was in a extra curricular slump so I'm making best efforts to be active this year.  I'm supposed to go to Pansol today for the overnight acquaintance party of Outdoor Club.  Though I know most of the people in there, where else can you find an outing worth PHP 200 including entrance, accommodation, food and transportation?  I'm stupid for letting this pass but I have to catch up on my reading assignments and review for exams in income tax, negotiable instruments, finance and chemistry.  Yeah, I'm so doomed.  I will drown in these thousands of pages.  Stacy joined them, she sent me a txt message hours ago saying that they're in Pansol already. Yeah, right.  She's going swimming while I'm stuck reading in here.  This is pathetic.  I'm am in a cycle of never ending reading.  I could star in a new version of Godot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-115114976226259942?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115114976226259942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115114976226259942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/06/godot-wer-is-u_24.html' title='Godot, Wer is U?'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115094341349951964</id><published>2006-06-22T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:57.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TLS Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Golf lingo that means 1 over par. Even if I rack my brain for three hours, the answer wouldn't miraculously come to me. I'm a golf ignoramus so pardon me if I do not have any inkling what boogie is. Tiger Woods is the only personality that I can connect with golf. At least boogie adds up now to my limited golf knowledge. Of the 15 questions in part 1, I'm pretty much sure of 11 and that's not really bad. The second part was the easiest asking mostly about the UAAP--the participating schools and their monickers, DLSU teams' monickers, UAAP venues, names of DLSU athletes and coaches. Some parts of the test were really easy and fun as if you're answering a sports slumbook. Of course there's the part that we're asked to write a sports feature and we're given all the facts. But the things is, they just reused a sports feature before and chopped it and presented it in bullet form. Ugh. It's hard not to get influenced but I tried my best producing a fresh feauture without plagiarising the original and giving it a good title, intro and ending. I dunno but there's a bonus part: Nadal or Federer? Sharapova or Kournikova? Brazil or England? Good thing I've watched features about FIFA and 2 or more games, and so I picked Brazil. I swear I'm going to watch Wimbledon this July. We also have the take home exam. &lt;s&gt;I just hope that I'll pass Saturday's exam so my efforts for the take home exam will not go to waste.&lt;/s&gt; I passed last Sat's exam! Saw it in the bulletin board today! I was top 2 pick! Heehee. We're supposed to do a feature on any DLSU team or athlete and interview 3 sports staffers of TLS and write a green gallery feature on them. Deadline is on Friday. Leche. There's a lot to do. I'm choosing between basketball and volleyball. Of course I want bb initially but I'm leaning towards volleyball this time now. If I choose bb I'd have to touch on the eligibility issue which is the most tired topic in the Philippines. It even reached headliner status, so why bother with it again? I've finished the interview part but I do hope that I'll be able to finish that blasted feature. Next stop after the written exams is the interview. I'm scheduled on Monday. Gaaad, this school paper application is really tedious. If from the last entry I was indifferent, this time I want it so bad! Who wouldn't? I've done a lot already, I'm almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 align="right"&gt;The Ayala Museum&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/ayalamuseum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking through all the malls therein Makati, I finally am at the doorsteps of the Ayala Museum. It's my first time there. If you bring your school ID, half the price would be slashed off so you'll only have to pay 75 bucks. Ana-Salve was with me that time. It was her second time there, though. She needs it for her next plate while I need it for my LITERA1 class. While I'm looking at the dioramas, paintings and photographs, Salve was looking at the ceiling or at the floor or mentally measuring how long the hallway was. The second floor was full of 56 dioramas (permanent collection) from the Tabon man era up to contemporary Philippine history. Salve and I had fun comparing our heights with the Tabon Man, Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio and the Presidents of the Philippines. I am the same height as Andres Bonifacio and I'm taller than Corazon Aquino by an inch! The third floor houses the works of Fernando Zobel and Jaime Zobel. Fernando is an abstract painter while Jaime is a photographer. Even Fernando's mundane sketches were there and most of his works are untitled. Salve and I remembered the notebook we kept during grade school in which we drew a lot. Had we kept that, we could exhibit that too in our museum if ever we had one in the future. Heehee. Sorry, this is so idiotic of me, but I couldn't resist touching one painting amidst the presence of cameras and guards. No alarms went off, the guard just reminded me not to touch it. So, I just used the card they gave us in the reception to point at the spots in the painting (at least it's not my hands touching the painting anymore). Ha, sorry Mr. Guard! Even the letters that Fernando exchanged with a foreign couple while in London were there. In true Harry Potter fashion, the letters were written in parchment paper using fountain pen. I love Jaime Zobel's White Series. It's his latest work and his subject is the sand. Isn't it amazing that no one else can capture that same image because there's a different pattern again when the water hits the shore? The third floor houses the photographs of the lighthouses in the Philippines. By now, I do not remember any of the names of these lighthouses but you can see these lighthouses in postage stamps. The original sketches and the samples of the stamps were also exhibited. I wanted to buy something from the gift shop but I can't afford any of the coffee table books and I don't really want to buy memo pads (ugh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 align="right"&gt;For the Love of Adicolor&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even if our feet were swelling from too much walking around Makati, Salve and I are united in the same goal--the search for Adidas's newest, the adicolor. We're looking for Superstar 2 in the white series. But if I have 50,000 bucks, I'd spend it all on the white series. I want all of it! We've scoured Greenbelt, Glorietta and SM Makati but Superstar 2 was nowhere to be found!!! The adicolors from the other series were there! This always happens, when you want to see something so badly, they would be so damn hard to find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why I love the Adicolor White Series: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="click me!" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W1thumb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W1 LO&lt;br /&gt;Tools: acrylic paints, 2 paint brushes, wooden palette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="click me!" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W2thumb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W2 HI&lt;br /&gt;Tools: Montana spray cans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="click me!" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W3thumb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W3 Century Model&lt;br /&gt;Tools: 7 sets of laces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="click me!" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W4thumb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W4 Goofy&lt;br /&gt;Tools: marker pens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="click me!" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W5thumb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W5 Superstar 2&lt;br /&gt;Tools: interchangeable stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W6.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="click me!" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/W6thumb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W6 Bill McMullen for Footlocker&lt;br /&gt;Tools: interchangeable borough tongue labels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently added museum curator in my dream careers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--An editor of Preview of magazine&lt;br /&gt;--Bartender&lt;br /&gt;--Barista&lt;br /&gt;--Fashion Designer&lt;br /&gt;--Jet Setter&lt;br /&gt;--Make-up artist for runway shows&lt;br /&gt;--Museum curator&lt;br /&gt;--Painter&lt;br /&gt;--Personal Shopper&lt;br /&gt;--Photographer&lt;br /&gt;--Pre-school teacher&lt;br /&gt;--Violinist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokusen 1 in GMA ended Tuesday.  What they're showing in the following days is just the Gokusen Special.  Shin Sawada was such a smooth talker when he joined the Tetsu-Mr. Shinohara-Mr. Shinohara's-Sidekick rivalry saying, "Sorry na lang kayo, apat na tayo." Hahaha!  HD for Yankumi.  Kuya burned Gokusen 2 DVDs.  I'm trying my best to watch just one episode everyday.  I'm resisting marathons.  There's no more Shin Sawada (though Kuma makes cameo appearances here) or Shirokin in here.  Shirokin already closed down.  Yankumi is teaching pre-schoolers in a remote place then gets fired.  She will become the homeroom teacher of the 3-D section in Kurogin only this time the section is way way way wilder than Shirokin's 3-D.  &lt;s&gt;The section's two leaders are not so good looking.&lt;/s&gt;  Ok, I take that back.  Hayato looks good once he fixes that blasted hair.  The two subordinates are, too!!!  It's the same formula as Gokusen 1 but as of now, I'm not yet bored or yawning.  The vice principal, Mr. Sawatari is in here, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat won!! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-115094341349951964?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115094341349951964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115094341349951964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/06/tls-exam.html' title='TLS Exam'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/adicolor/th_W1thumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115038725489846830</id><published>2006-06-15T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:56.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Cams finally succeeded in getting me into it. I passed my application form for The LaSallian. Funny, I went for sports. If I get accepted, what on earth am I going to write about since we're suspended for a year in the UAAP? Cams really goaded me into it but I'm not so enthusiastic of getting in. In or out, I'm fine with it. The form asked us the usual shiite--awards in HS and experiences as a writer--and I think I've had a pretty much decent one. There's also three essay questions: 1.) Why do you want to join The LaSallian; 2.) What is campus journalism for you?; 3.) What is the school paper's responsibility to the students? I whipped up the answers to my essay in about 15 minutes while trying not to be a suck up. My answers were concise and straight to the point if not ultimately frank (at least, that's what I think it is). I would never write of how great the paper is or how it has been my dream since forever to get in rah rah rah. That's so grade school. Then there's the written exam and interview on Saturday. Trouble is that I have never ever in my almost 19 years of existence wrote a sports news. Blast it, just let my love for sports help me. Cams leaked to me bits and pieces of what the exam is going to be all about. So, good luck to moi on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got high marks in my second quiz in finance. It's downright annoying that I got confused in the rates of return to be used in the standard deviation. Nevertheless, I'm still happy with it. My prof would arrange the papers from highest to lowest and during the first quiz my name was near the half of the stack. Nakakahiya. Even though I still got passing marks. I want my paper in the top just because. The all nighters I've done solving investment problems, bond valuation, time value of money have paid off. Haha! I was the third one to be called. Finance, I own you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third leg of our My Girl marathon didn't push through. Why? I pulled another all nighter for my assignment in finance thus I couldn't get my body to stand up and go to Ivy's today. I need Zzzzs. Will be rescheduled on Saturday or Sunday. Two episodes to go. I tried my best preventing Ivy from watching the rest yesterday. I dunno if I was only imagining things or what but some yards away from Ivy's house, I heard the music in the menu playing again. Right. Maybe it was the heat. See, this My Girl addiction is hazardous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DVD subtitles suck to high heavens. Pronouns were interchanged, tenses of the verbs recreated. Heck, Gong Chan was even called by gramps the "fuck guy." Even whole sentences go on without making any coherence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally scanned the neoprints we had in ATC. I'm missing one pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/neoprint05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/neoprint04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/neoprint03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/neoprint02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/neoprint01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprints without watermark: &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/Scan0016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/neoprint05.gif" target="_blank"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/neoprint04.gif" target="_blank"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/neoprint03.gif" target="_blank"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/neoprint02.gif" target="_blank"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/neoprint01.gif" target="_blank"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of Il Mare? That's a korean film that's remade into a Hollywood flick called Lake House (now showing). That's where Moments of Love's writers got the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-115038725489846830?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115038725489846830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115038725489846830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-step-forward.html' title='One Step Forward'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/th_neoprint05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-115002239774182606</id><published>2006-06-11T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:56.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere a Clock is Ticking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only a year and a half left.  Time will spin like crazy and I'll be writing in here in a few that my 1 and a half is finally up.  I'm very much aware that I only have less than 5 terms left.  I'm trying to push it at the very back of my mind but it seems to be looming everywhere, blown up to a hundred times.  I should sign up now for the Green and White, the yearbook.  I'm postponing it until next year because I'm not really prepared.  I don't really care that I would get it way beyond after I graduate.  My hair is not long enough yet.  Haha.  There's also those CPA review schools that keep on coming to school to woo us to enroll in theirs.  They kept on droning and droning how they have the edge, yadda yadda.  For Pete's sake, I'm seeing elated faces from my batchmates during the presentations and I'm so not with them because I feel like I'm only starting.  Plus, one of my cousins passed the recent CPA board and Mum's been so hyped about it.  I get irritated when she keeps on blabbering "When you take the board..", "When you pass the board..", "You should pass the board.."  "You should enroll in insert-name-of-review-school-here.."  Somebody give me earplugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really wondering where our CHEMTEK classes are going.  For a while it's going to be related to chem then it would wander somewhere else.  Mind you, the discussion even went to as far as the Queen of Sweden.  I'm leaving the classroom with even bigger question marks in my mind than the moment I entered it.  I'm really ok with profs giving quizzes every meeting, the only problem is that the questions in the CHEMTEK quiz are like these--How many billion gallons of water were conserved in this year? How many vehicles are there in the US?  By how much did whatever pollutant decreased in 1995?  This type of questions annoy the hell out of me.  They're not the essence of the chapter thus are not really important/should not bother with.  But this particular prof knows that we're bound not to bother with those data and asked about it instead.  I haven't even gotten a perfect score in any quiz because I always forget 2-3 number related facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people had the gall to cheat and get caught in our chem exam.  You and I both know the cardinal rule:  Do not get caught.  Heck, that was the most stupid cheating incident I've encountered so far.  Even amateurs can pull that off without being caught.  You see, we pass our papers to the front and the prof shuffles it so that there would be no way that you and your seatmate could exchange your papers.  These two produced another paper and wrote the correct answers in it then passed it instead of the original.  The idiot made the mistake of passing his original quiz so that when the prof was distributing the papers, he noticed the guy had two quizzes--one 3/21, the other 17/21.  The prof proceeded to question them but all they could muster were utterly lame excuses.  The prof was so pissed he dismissed us right then and there.  The other guy didn't come to class again but the other was given x hours of community service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my clothes money recently but instead of buying something for myself I bought Tinky Winky something.  Tinky Winky's (my ipod vid) original cover is peeling off so I bought it a skinguard.  It costs too much.  A whopping PHP 950!!  I asked the guy working there to stick it for me since I want him to do something for 20 mins or so.  He pretty much did the job but he made a BIG scratch on the screen.  As in a very deep scratch on the screen!  Now, I can't look at Tinky Winky without flinching.  It's so annoying that I took care of Tinky Winky so much only to let other people drop it (Kuya) and scratch the screen.  I scoured eBay again to look for a scratch remover.  iPod accessories will render me penniless in months time.  eBay is becoming more and more my life saver.  BTW, I saw Miks checking out accessories for his ipod vid, too.  He's on his way to AUP after that.  Considering last time, I do hope that he gets there without any glitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My Girl is awesome.  Love it.  The lead actor is..is..I dunno, his face bothers me so much it's becoming unhealthy.  So.  Good.  Looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my draft which I should've posted a week ago.  I was able to borrow a classmates' DVD.  Heehee.  &lt;s&gt;Can't wait to get my hands on it&lt;/s&gt;.  I got the copy today.  This is the only kdrama after Full House that I really got addicted to.  &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/ldw.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;That's why I am so pissed off Friday night.  I was reeling from so much happiness because My Girl would start in a few seconds then...the lights went out!  Brownout.  Bullshit.  Ivy and I just talked on the phone and gushed about Lee Dong Wook and how good Lee Da Hae is.  I told her the site where she could get eps with english subtitles and a gazillion screen caps and info. As if missing My Girl was not enough, the brownout tortured us further that we can't catch Jewel in the Palace, too.  So we just satisfied ourselves by reciting the mushy lines of Kapitan and Jang Geum (which are a lot, btw).  Ivy and I would watch My Girl DVDs &lt;s&gt;today and&lt;/s&gt; (not anymore bec Ivy is busy dozing off) on Monday. Leche, I am losing my cool and poise over Lee Dong Wook.  Why does he have to be so... Blast him.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/11-06-06_1732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ivy!  That's the DVD!  Oh, so near yet so far!  I just browsed the screen caps just so I wouldn't be tempted to watch it without you.  Look, I even edited LDW's pic to keep my mind off the DVD lying near my laptop.  Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-115002239774182606?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115002239774182606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/115002239774182606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/06/somewhere-clock-is-ticking.html' title='Somewhere a Clock is Ticking'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/blogspotfiles/th_ldw.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114880664384857374</id><published>2006-05-28T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:56.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday: Fucked Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had three hours of sleep but I literally dragged my body to school to get a good transaction number for the late adjustment. What I am going to do is a very simple thing: I'm going to drop a subject and enroll another one. But it happens that around 500 students from my college wanted to do the same thing, too. Good Luck to me. Well, I have no luck that day. Upon arriving in the Dean's office, I asked Mang Jack for a number, "Anak, wala na eh. Namigay na kami kanina. Dapat before six nandito ka na." Excuse me? Seven AM is soo early for my body clock let alone 6 AM! I wouldn't have minded going to school really early if my classes are early too, but my classes will not start until 12:50 PM! I have a good six hours to wait. By 8 AM, my blockmates have already left me and went to their classes. My effort to wake up early is futile, my mission failed. This is soo pathetic. In times of dire need, the freezing library comes to the rescue. First, I read the newspapers. What better way to start your day than with reading the news? Not only did I read Inquirer, I've read Manila Bulletin, Philipine Star and Business World. Not joking. Then, I've snoozed for about an hour in a cozy corner in the lib. I've read Interview with a Vampire until Lestat made a vampire child. Sat in the cybernook until I can't think of anything to search about. God, I love the lib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday: Less Fucked Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I arrived a bit early and got a number: 179. Very nice, eh? Hung out with my blockmates but they left for classes around 8. So, its hello lib again. Read the newspapers again, surfed the net. I was not able to get my hands on Interview because some stud got there before me so I read a Sidney Sheldon of which the title I have no memory of after. I was able to adjust that day but I was still not able to catch the class I exchanged for. BTW, While Stacy and moi were at Gypsies, Kitchie asked me where the building with an A prefix is. Told her it's the new building. Wala lang. I noticed She has a band-aid near her eye and Stacy says that she smells like Clinique Happy. I just thought that she looked so familiar, it's only after she left that I realized that she's Kitchie the Singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday: Normalization&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss the lib. This is the first day that my school life kind of normalized. I'm so lucky with the profs this term even if my taxinco prof is the dreaded Manalo! That intphil prof really bugged me but Manalo is so animated in the discussion I just enjoy it. I love her intellectual jokes. Oh yeah, it's the U-Break today and there are thousands of froshies littering and blocking the way. I couldn't care less what happened during the U-Break but towards the end, I caught 6 Cycle Mind performing Sandalan then I. I was within spitting distance from Ney (not that I want to spit at him). I wonder, these blokes must be tired singing their own records for like an average of 5 times a day. I was in a hurry to go home as it is the last showdown for AI. OMG, when Kat sang Blackhorse and a Cherry Tree, she totally butchered it--missing the notes, going off key, paos, piyok. Somewhere Over the Rainbow was just alright but not as good as when she first did it last week. My Destiny was so flat and boring. She just handed Taylor the plum. Taylor looked superior to Kat's performance that Simon predicted that he's going to win it. Then they showed Elliott in the audience and I had this feeling that the competition would've been tighter had he been there. Sayang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday: American Idol Everywhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up really early for the Live AI 2-hour finale. I'm going to see Elliott and Melissa sing one more time!! I was laughing my arse off because of the first Golden Idol Awards. AI has its own Brokeback too in the group of three cowboys aptly called as the Brokenote Mountain: Love is Tone Deaf. I know AI is totally mean for making fun of them but it's soo damn funny. Elliott and Melissa are soo good. It's a real shame that Melissa was gone so early and Elliott was not in the finale. I always get goosebumps everytime Elliott sings (that's how good he is!). Taylor won and there's no element of surprise, naturally. At school, we kept on talking how Kat slaughtered the songs. Basically, she's being dissed everywhere. The Soul Patrollers of Taylor did a good job and literally burned the phone lines last night. I wanted to hear Elliott and Melissa so badly again that when I got home, I watched the finale two more times. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday: TGIF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my Chemistry prof should've been a religion prof. He instructed us to draw a big cross at the top of our paper during the quiz. I also wonder how our chem discussions venture into paradise, purgatory or limbo, Koran, Adam and Eve. Oh, he also told us that if we want to commit suicide in a dramatic way, we must buy an expensive coffee then drink a hundred cups of it then...it's done. Nice, eh? TGIF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday: Double Feature&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a notorious latecomer, I arrived at 1:32 PM for our movie date (and I was the one who set the meeting time at 1 PM). Salve and I did not talk about it but we almost wore the same outfit: yellow top, yellow bag, khakis--bermudas for Salve, cropped pants for me. Da Vinci was so slow paced. I keep squirming at my seat for the last hour hoping that the credits would roll out soon. I was not wholly disappointed with it. Adaptations never surpass the greatness of the book. It's so hard to recapture every event in a 400 page book then translate it to a 2 and a half hour movie. Universally (not generally) IMO, the books are better. I am so glad that Tom only gave Audrey a kiss in the forehead. If it landed somewhere else, eeeewwww. It's like the show Beauty and the Geek . Haha! I'm so so so going to watch Superman Returns. Brandon Routh with glasses is sooo hot I could eat him alive!! I'd like to watch it in Mall of Asia's IMAX theater (free advertising..) so I could see him 3D!! We had neoprints but can't post it in here since I don't have a scanner. I tried it with the digicam but you can't make out the faces. Powerbooks is love. I'd splurge 10K in this store on an impulse. They have Jelinek's works! But I'll have to save 1000+ before I could buy one. Ivy grabbed a book and the couple in it argues about the size of the guy's penis. Hands down funny. I watched X-MEN 3 for free!! Salve's Ate Tin was sick so they offered the extra ticket to us--but my friends forced it on me. Who was I to run away from a free ticket being the movie buff that I am? The cinema was almost full when we took our seats so we really do not have any choice but to sit 3 rows from the screen. I saw a different trailer of Superman and I find myself drooling again. If Da Vinci took forever to finish, X-MEN 3 was like only 1 hour and a half. I grew up watching X-MEN and The Phoenix was already showed in the cartoons. Magneto is always the coolest. He removed the Golden Gate bridge then connected it to Alcatraz island. Way to go, Gandalf! The Phoenix didn't do much. Well, she just seduced Wolverine, did staring contests with Xavier and Wolverine, killed a handful of homo sapiens and mutants. They say in the comics, she was much more violent and destructive. The last scene before the credits was Magneto playing chess alone and he willed the pieces to move even though he was supposedly a human now because Beast forced 4 shots of the cure on him. If I knew better, I would've stayed even after the credits were done because there was a scene suggesting part IV. I don't know what that is. Care to tell me when you've watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that scene now. Xavier put his consciousness in the catatonic patient. I hope there's X4 and they would show Gambit, my fave mutant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/atcsalveandmoi2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi and salve while waiting for da vinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/atcsalveandmoi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take 2&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-114880664384857374?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114880664384857374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114880664384857374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/05/week-so-far.html' title='The Week So Far'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/movie%20at%20ATC/th_atcsalveandmoi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114810772464881049</id><published>2006-05-20T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:56.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results of the Summer Term</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got a 4.0 for RELSTRI and a 2.5 for BEHAORG.  I so cannot accept that 2.5 in BEHAORG, I was just 1.20 points away from that elusive 3.0.  The prof wouldn't even budge a little even after I lost all the dignity that he round it off to 3.0.  Why didn't the school include grade brackets like 1.25 or 2.75?  The .5 intervals is making it hard for me.  Nevermind.  We sang/screamed our lungs out in Prov after the course card.  They sang Stupid Love and that damned Itsumo just to piss Jo big time.  We bought so many tokens that we don't know what to do with some.  Ozelle had the brilliant idea to sing church songs.  People had that puzzled look when they pass by our booth thinking that we're some wackos practicing as the church choir of the metal genre.  At least we ended it in good faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;"&gt;Elliott is Out, Kat-Taylor Finale&lt;/h5&gt;I'm totally smitten by the cheesy of a show that is American Idol.  One week, two  episodes to go the fifth season ends and the newest idol will be hailed, sadly, Elliott is not going to the Kodak Theatre to compete.  He's going there to clap and feel happy for the winner and wonder what could've been.   T_T.  I'm feeling really really sad.  T_T.  I've never felt this sad for someone since Melissa McGhee was voted off in...AI, too.  I'm so not over it.  I wanted Elliott and Chris to sweat it all out in the finale, originally, but you don't always get what you want.  They showed videos of the top three going back to their hometown and Elliot's was the last one.  By the end of the clip, Elliot was crying, Paula was crying, Elliott's mom was crying, Mummy and me were near to tears (which we're not the sort of people to do such things, frankly).  It was so touching.  People were climbing buildings just to have a glimpse of him when months ago he was working in a pharmacy waiting for a big break.  I'm half-heartedly rooting for Taylor to win the plum.  Kat's attitude during the past weeks is really pissing me off.  And her Mum!  I wanted to throw anything within my grasp at the TV when I saw her celebrating after Elliott was eliminated.  She should have shown a bit of respect and did that in secret, well, maybe in the confines of the women's washroom perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;"&gt;Delayed&lt;/h5&gt;We're suposed to watch Da Vinci code today but Ivy's is in bad need of some Zzzzs and Salve is going back to the province.  It would be really lonely if only Jen, Stacy and me would be there.  I'm damned for lurking so much in Yahoo! Movies, I saw the C+ rating for Da Vinci.  I feel that I'll be disappointed with it (Heaven forbid that Sorum feeling!).  We're going to watch it next week when I hope everyone's going to be present.  I'll just have to go light today and watch Aquamarine instead.  Jojo is so cute in the movie poster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 21, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquamarine = 3.5 stars!  Aquamarine is like the cutest flick I've watched for so long! Jojo is the cutest 15 year-old girl, I just want to squish her cheeks.  And I like her character there.  She's grounded, more mature and less shrieky than Claire.  It's kind of predictable but at least the guy is not being a jerk and a stupid hunky lifeguard.  It's definitely not in line with the lame teen flicks we get today.  A bit of laughs provided by the mermaid, Aquamarine, no tear jerkers/heavy drama, just the right mix.&lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-114810772464881049?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114810772464881049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114810772464881049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/05/results-of-summer-term.html' title='Results of the Summer Term'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114769970357308989</id><published>2006-05-15T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:56.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days to Go and School Kicks In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm proud to say that most of the papers pinned into my corkboard have been taken down.  And my organizer has a lot of check marks behind to dos.  I actually love looking at those checkmarks.  I just finished writing my final paper in RELSTRI.  The final paper's about a personal moral issue.  Even if I don't look like it, I don't have a world-shattering issue.  Clara and I joked writing about pre-marital sex to add spice but then we would be immorals for lying.  I even flirted with the thought of writing about the porn videos we watched in high school.  I dunno but something tells me that prof will be really disgusted with my piece and thus would give me a ruthless 1.5.  So there, I wrote about lying--white lies in definiton (but I don't feel it that way).  Well I'm not going to write it in here lest you see me in a whole new different light--the dark light perhaps.  But you tell me: they're just white lies how come you won't tell me?  Yeah yeah, they are but they will become injurious lies once divulged.  I did them to benefit a friend.  But I know it would not be the least beneficial once he/she finds out about it.  I can worry about it in the future once he/she jumps on me like the police.  Enough about that.  Telly on...For crying out loud! Why do these cable channels keep on having reruns of Hilary Duff flicks?  No, she's not annoying me because she's being her usual annoying self.  While her teen flicks show she's still fat, I keep on remembering that she's skinnier than me now.  I soo cannot accept that.  I almost did a double take while scanning mag covers yesterday.  I thought it was Haylie Duff.  But it's her!  Thanks Hil, sweetie, you're my inspiration.  I must, I must, I must decrease my waist size!  Wait wait wait!  I saw something on the telly. There's an Ocean's 13!  Yadda yadda, a sequel, again.  I'm developing a sequel-phobia.  BTW, I was forced to celebrate Mum's Day at a fastfood resto (how unformal, noisy and cluttered could that get?).  I know, I know.. I promised not to eat at fastfoods but what can I do?  It's Mother's Day and Mum wants to try that variety bucket in KFC even though I complained that I've tried it at school for about 4 times already (grudgingly, too).  I'm so done with KFC.  Yuck.  But we had nice desserts from Le Whatever de France.  Blueberry &amp;amp; Raspberry tarts are love.  Shit it's OC na!  It's time to go bond with my bestfriend, the telly. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Wait!  I am so shallow.  I keep on rambling in my posts without any theme in mind.  A sure sign of brain activity slowing down.  &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/12278420-114769970357308989?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114769970357308989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114769970357308989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/05/7-days-to-go-and-school-kicks-in.html' title='7 Days to Go and School Kicks In'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114750764702366305</id><published>2006-05-13T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:56.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Term Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am now officially a college junior.  Again, I feel old.  We had a sort of celebration yesterday.  The Old Spaghetti House is love.  Mmmm.  Loved it up to the last strand of spaghetti.  I'm seeing hundreds of froshies everyday bec it's the LPEP.  Oh boy, they look remarkably young!  I used to look as &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; naive as them.  I'm so not going to miss my BEHAORG classmates (because we're all accountancy majors, we just belong to different batches).  I'm hoping that I'd still meet my RELSTRI classmates in the busy hallways of the campus (because we came from different colleges and buildings).  Another thing to add to my string of firsts:  one blockmate which annoyed me to high heavens during frosh year turned out to be a nice company.  I avoided her like a plague during first and second year but bec I had nowhere to run away this summer term, I had to at least talk to her.  All the airiness that annoyed me during the frosh year was gone.  Maybe it's true that froshies are pompous asses trying to outclass, outwit, outdo each other.  It's not only me, she's in good terms with my other blockmates and classmates, too.  I want to take summer classes again next year but for now, I have one week to waste before school starts again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-114750764702366305?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114750764702366305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114750764702366305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-term-ends.html' title='Summer Term Ends'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114734717743910469</id><published>2006-05-11T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:54.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Hill = 3 stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Silent Hill is pretty decent.  I've watched it a week ago.  The video game's reputation really rubbed off on me.  For greater effects, I went for the LFS.  Haha.  I didn't think it was that creepy.  On the contrary, I was grossed out by the pyramid headed deformed creature and the gigantic cockroaches or whatever it may be.  The decaying Silent Hill is really gross.  I like the radio alarm the most!  Causes paranoia in me.  Really, I was waiting for the next radio alarm to sound and the darkness to fall and the pyramid head with the great knife to come out!  My brother said that it was adapted from the 1st Silent Hill game but the lead is now a woman.  The fanatics plot is not really new.  Save for the concept of Silent Hill per se, everything is idiot-proof.  Yeah, they had this 5 minute dialogue explaining everything so bash someone who doesn't get what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;"&gt;Life in a Glass House&lt;/h5&gt;It seems that this summer there's an abundance of firsts for me.  My first time to take summer classes, my first time to run away from a teacher and my first time to encounter a severely close-minded, severely slow teacher.  He's my religion prof actually.  That religion course is going nowhere.  Everyday there's like a heated debated--prof vs M71--and we would just concede for the sake of being dimissed on time.  He's bookish, unyielding, obnoxious, close-minded, fixated, Machiavelli-hater!  We made reviews of recent films based on their morality.  I had no worries about my own group since we got very high marks.  I'm so worried about the others.  Heck, I was even standing up for the other group so that he would get the point about V for Vendetta and Nanny McPhee.  And he had the gall to say that the class was thrown into disarray because of the gray areas in their moral assessment.  The hell!  The truth is, he's the only one who doesn't get the point in a self-explanatory subject matter.  I cannot explain everything in here lest I reach a 3 foot entry.  But just imagine encountering a person who would never accept that he's made a mistake even if he knows that you've got a point.  That's why our classes are getting nowhere.  That's why he's looking like he's the champion of our everyday debate.  He would listen to our arguments for hours but in the end he wouldn't, the half-wit wouldn't even acknowledge that we've got a damn f[bleep]ing point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;"&gt;Chris is Out, Kat is In&lt;/h5&gt;The telly is on right now..AI elimination night.  Leche. Sooo many commercials.  There are only four of them left:  Kat, Chris, Taylor and my fave Elliot.  Elliot is safe and so is Taylor.  Kat and Chris there in the middle.  Kat's crying.  Kat deserves to be there.  She's been struggling for the last two weeks.  I love her and I know she's good and beautiful to boot but you gotta be great since AI is in the home stretch right now.  Whaaaaaaat!!!  Bullshit!!!  Chris is going home??!!  Kat's face is all screwed up.  Yeah, coz you're the one supposed to go home not Chris!!!  Mummy's trashing around, still can't believe her fave Chris is done for.  Wow, you've got an amazing staying power, Kat, huh?!  Shit, Chris's face looks like he's going to cry.  Don't man!  He's going to sing again.  Damn Fox!! For the nth time, I haven't heard the end of the song.  I still can't believe Kat's staying.   &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/12278420-114734717743910469?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114734717743910469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114734717743910469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/05/silent-hill-3-stars.html' title='Silent Hill = 3 stars'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114689227441968705</id><published>2006-05-06T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:54.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mmm. I love the couch. I'm currently in the school lib using the net, obviously. This is part of my move to maximize my tuition fee. Coz I asked for a tuition fee breakdown and it looks like I'm wasting thousands away. My first move was to go to the school museum very often. Surprisingly, the museum trip was very good. I've been there once and I thought they wouldn't put up new collections. I'm so dumb talaga. Of course they do change the collections because the school doesn't own the collections! The art palette collection is soo awesome. I wish we we're allowed to take pics so I can show them to you. I so so want to try capoeira or maybe kickboxing (pero capoeira talaga gusto ko). I just can't find a place that's not in QC or Makati that offers it. *Grrr. Ang lamig dito.* I'm browsing Yahoo! Movies right now. This blasted computers do not have media player so I can't watch the trailers. Blech. Taking summer classes is soo worth it. I get to eat lots of candies or chocnuts or kisses everyday. We have two-hour classes kasi and the prof assigned groups to facilitate icebreakers but even if you don't win you can still pilfer from the winning group. *Ang babaw ko* Haha! I just saw something funny. Critics thought that MI3 is ridiculous just like its star. Tom Cruise, eeew. Even if my life depended on it, I wouldn't watch that movie. In fact, I haven't watched any MI flick. In fact, I just watched one TC movie, Minority Report (on HBO lang yan ha). *Ang tagal mag-text ni Ivy. Sabi niya may movie marathon ngayon.* There's so many movies to watch. X-Men: The Last Stand, The Da Vinci Code, Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest, The Devil Wears Prada, Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, Benchwarmers, An American Haunting, The Omen...blah blah blah. Soo many but can't even watch a single trailer now! Leche, hope they would release Da Vinci here. Can't these MTRCB geezers realize that the book is JUST fiction? A well researched work of fiction for that matter. *God, my hands are starting to numb. I predict that we won't push through with the movie marathon.* This is crazy. I'm stalking the AI site right now. Eliott, Eliott..I so so heart your singing. I even asked Dad to vote for you but sadly he's in the middle of nowhere. I'll be off and bloghop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Ivy: Don't watch American Dreamz. Why? See it &lt;a href="http://jdmatthews.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&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/12278420-114689227441968705?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114689227441968705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114689227441968705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/05/bumming.html' title='Bumming'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114646076570427902</id><published>2006-05-01T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:53.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Originally, I was enrolled in philosophy and religion three (Christian Morality) this summer term.  I kept putting off taking philosophy because I'm lousy in it.  But you gotta do it when you gotta do it.  This is the shit when you enlist for a section without the name of the prof listed with it.  Without prejudice, I was expecting for a 100+ year old male prof to arrive.  (You guessed it!) Instead, a female prof arrived who looked like she just attended undergrad commencement excercises yesterday.  I swear she took up a course in college called classroom terrorism!  She just worked her powers on me!  Mind you, I never dropped a subject just because the prof is the infamous terror one.  In fact, I like to be under them because I like the challenge.  But her, she's the evil seed.  she doesn't shout, but oh god, her stare and the tone of her voice.  She's so outrageous!  During recitation, you'll pick someone you know in class and once you cannot answer the question, your friend will be the one to stand up for you--for the rest of the preiod!  And he cannot even save his own ass by answering the question that you were supposed to answer!  And oh god, she was too much!  Honestly, I had a hard time keeping myself from saying something stupid (lest I get sent to the discipline office) when she said that don't we even dare to cheat because she wrote the famous book 101 Ways to Cheat in an Exam and How to Get Caught!  Duh!  She obviously has a weird sense of humor.  I can never endure her for 2 hours a day, 6 days a week for 3 weeks!  Literally and figuratively, I was loking for the nearest exit.  And run to the exit I did.  I dropped it and enrolled in Organizational Behavior instead.    Everything's okay in Organizational Behavior except I get distracted by the prof (again).  You gotta believe me when I say that he breathes just like Darth Vader.  Yep, you can hear him even if you're from the last row.  This is my first time to take summer class in my entire academic life but I'm quite having fun with it.  Gotta do something productive rather than be the queen of the couch potatoes for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;"&gt;AI's Top Five&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so happy Kellie Pickler got voted off AI.  I don't want to have the Carrie Underwood Part 2!  I hope Paris gets voted off next week.  Then Taylor Hicks (I'm so not into the i-look-like-a-drunk-dad-when-i'm-singing).  I like Chris and Kat but not any more than I like Elliot.  I so so so want Elliot to win this season.  He's so humble and in Paula's words, a breath of fresh air.  And he doesn't even realize that he's soooo damn good.  If you can just hear him, his voice will transcend.  If only I can vote, I will till my fingers fall apart.  But then again this is the AMERICAN Idol.  I just thought that if Regine Velasquez would join there, I'm a hundred percent sure that Simon Cowell would butcher her for shrieking the whole song out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;"&gt;HDD&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That stands for Home for the Dying and the Destitute.  I went there yesterday for community service.  And the nuns dress like Mother Theresa and they walk without slippers.  For some obscure reason, I would sign-up for GK or Habitat for Humanity.  Maybe my secret ambition was to be a carpenter.  But due to the conflict with the schedule, I ended up with HDD.  The coordinator had to lie to us and told us that we're going to visit the home for the elderly just so we would join him.  The name of the institution speaks for itself.  I'm not joking when a ward looks like as if there's going to be simultaneous deaths that day.  We had interaction and one of my charges was paralyzed and other had severe scolio.  The other was burned by her cousin and one told us that she was an aswang and that her children were dwarves.  One of them said that she was adopted by a certain Lim family who, according to her, were drug lords, so she killed three of them.  The other would just grab your hand and and predict that you would get rich beyond your imagination (ha! I wish!).  But there was one thing common among them, they do not like it there.  Some of the yayas there would do umimaginable things to them.  One patient told me that when one of the yayas had a miscarriage, she was accused of being the cause.  After that she was given minimal food.  Then I saw one yaya deliberately not giving food to one of them.  I heard her say "Sino nagsabi sa iyo na pwede ka kumain?  Akala mo gusto kita?" The heck!  I'm reminded of the manangs in Noli and El Fili.  I hope you know what I'm getting at.  The sisters were ok but the yayas, some of them are just awful.  Yeah, I think some of them are just bitter with the kind of work they ended up with but still.  I can't, for the life of me, do that to another human being let alone my parents.  It was really enriching and weirdly entertaining listening to these old people.  But you gotta stop them from thanking you profusely for visiting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;"&gt;First Year Anniversary&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I forgot.  It was my blog's first year anniversary last April 20.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-114646076570427902?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114646076570427902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114646076570427902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-class_01.html' title='Summer Class'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114561767292025369</id><published>2006-04-21T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:53.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We didn't end up in Nasugbu.  Stacy saw a streamer in BF of a beach resort in Lemery and called them up.  When we arrived in Costa Marina (the resort Stacy called), it was the most &lt;s&gt;horrifying&lt;/s&gt; disappointing feeling.  There was no sand to walk on.  Concrete and wire fences were in abundance.  Upon reaching the end of the fences you'll have to go down several steps and TADA! it's the sea!  The hell..it's like a pool that stretches to a couple of hectares with salty stingy water.  So we went on to what Miks and I christened, beach resort hopping. After the nth resort, we finally settled in GayCom Beach Resort (w/ pool) in Calaca.  I was hoping for a place where I would say WOW with my jaw dropping to the floor..err.. sand and then have me running towards the water with reckless abandon.    I shan't tell you anymore of the specifics of how the beach looked like.  But what the hell!  Screw the place!  I had fun with my friends anyways.   We played pusoy dos and 1-2-3 pass during the ungodly hours.  Of course we took peektures every time we had the chance to do it but Neil took so many shots of himself enough to give others a 3-day eye strain.  The coveted hotseat was shared by Dinky and Miks.  Gaaad!  It took us until almost 4AM just to hear the details about their bizarre XXX lives.  Jenny was right, we badly need popcorn that night.  Blockbuster!  The funny thing was we pitched two tents--for the boys and for the girls.  The guys ended up sleeping in our tent and us, girls, in theirs.  Those guys did the bonfire and the rain dance all by themselves.  Daya!  According to them, they felt it was cruel to disturb our sleep.  Yeah, all we can do is look at their pics during the morning.  Leche talaga.  And the BBQ was superb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/beware.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has left his brain in Manila during the trip such that there was only the hollow cavity in his head!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Do you know that Miks forgot how to go to the back gate of his own school?  Stacy and the others got lost in Silang because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Scene:  Neil and Miks are engaged in a very serious conversation when out of the blue Miks asked this question.&lt;br /&gt;Miks:  San ka nag high school?&lt;br /&gt;Neil: ...&lt;br /&gt;Neil:  Sa perps...kaklase mo ako...  (in a tentative and hurt tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all thought that Neil was the one who got his brain fried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-114561767292025369?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114561767292025369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114561767292025369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/04/beach-trip.html' title='Beach Trip'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114503374455922891</id><published>2006-04-15T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:53.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>SEVEN THINGS IN YOUR ROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bed --for sleeping, eating, reading and pretty much anything&lt;br /&gt;2.  Laptop --Bought to aid in studies but doesn't fulfill that purpose.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Magazines  --Mountains of it.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Books --Mountains of it, too.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Corkboard --which is full of Post-its.&lt;br /&gt;6.  A collage made out of Vogue cut-outs.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Duffel Bag --coz I'm going to the beach today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP SEVEN THINGS YOU SAY MOST?&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Putek.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Ano?&lt;br /&gt;6.  What an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;1.  School ID --Can't enter school w/o it.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Hanky --I dunno, I feel uncomfy w/o it.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Small Mirror --vanity purposes.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Books --always need to read something.&lt;br /&gt;5.  TeeVee --can't miss any of the shows I religiously watch.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Oishi Pillows --my everyday comfort food.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Wristwatch --or else I'll be going home late everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN OTHER THINGS:&lt;br /&gt;Do You:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, esp if it's a DJ MIxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Send short messages?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Examples:  ? and K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read the newspaper?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, to see what's showing at the cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pray?&lt;br /&gt;Err..not really.  Just during the mass every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Study?&lt;br /&gt;Always.  [bleep]ing tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Like window shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gone skinny-dipping?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.  Would love to do that in Antartica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Traveled alone?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Swam in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gone to a party?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ran away from home?&lt;br /&gt;Never felt like doing that.  Heck, I haven't even threatened them that I'll run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Felt depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling blue.  Not the severe ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Felt lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Close to never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS IN LAST 24 HOURS:&lt;br /&gt;Have you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;Does reduced to tears due to excessice laughing count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sang?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that song in American Idol when you're voted off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Very very often.  Usually with small things that require no neurons to be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tele-tele?&lt;br /&gt;Whaddaya mean? Telephone?  Yeah, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talked to enemies?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Enemies who do not know that they're secretly my enemy. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;6. Missed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Did not until you asked me.  Damn you, I remembered a lot of people suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;My pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP SEVEN THINGS I WISH I SAID THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1. "Can't come to our outing.  I'm leaving for London tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;2. "Eeeew!  That is sooo Kadiri!  As in!"&lt;br /&gt;3. “Really?  Akala mo supermodel ako?"&lt;br /&gt;4. "I got soo kilig!  I was like can't look him in the eye!  Super!"&lt;br /&gt;5. "Hey guys!  I got this from Prada and this one from Gucci and that bag from Kate Spade!"&lt;br /&gt;6. “Angelina Jolie!  What a pleasant surprise!”&lt;br /&gt;7. “Ashton, you've been punk'd!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I WISH I HEARD MORE FROM OTHERS&lt;br /&gt;1. "Blooming ka ngayon."&lt;br /&gt;2. "Ang payat mo na."&lt;br /&gt;3. "I really really like you."&lt;br /&gt;4. "We'd like you to appear in our Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue."&lt;br /&gt;5. "Tara, libre kita sa insert-name-of-resto-here."&lt;br /&gt;6. "Ms. Provido, I'm Mr./Ms. Blah from the PCSO informing you that you've just wont PHP182,399,780 in the lottery.  Please claim your winnings on..."&lt;br /&gt;7. "Hi, it's Johnny, want to chill out somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO MEET&lt;br /&gt;1. U2 --think they're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tobey Maguire --just because.&lt;br /&gt;3. Johnny Depp --just because.&lt;br /&gt;4. Luis Manzano --so I can personally fire him for his hosting gigs.&lt;br /&gt;6. Santa --to tell him he still owes me 18 years worth of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bree --she's my fave housewife!&lt;br /&gt;8. Madonna --to ask her how does her butt defy gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN FUN "THINGS TO DO" IN MY LIFETIME&lt;br /&gt;1. Paint a really horrible painting then sell it for a high price.&lt;br /&gt;2. Crash a wedding and talk to the bride and groom as if we've known each other since forever.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pretend to be drowning to get the cute lifegurad to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Invite someone to come with me in the Walk of Fame and point to the stars and say in a very very loud voice "You know, Ryan Seacrest and me went out on a couple of dates before.  And Chris Rock, I invited him to host one of my parties.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sing live in a jampacked venue.&lt;br /&gt;6. When I'm 70y/o already, I'll go to EK and insist I should ride the Space Shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make rats my pet.  Those big black and dirty types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie here.  I've found this while searching for the release date of the OoTP movie and the last book.  Very nice, eh?  Can't wait esp for the seventh installment, Harry Potter and Something-or-Another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/countdown_ootp.swf" quality="high" height="180" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep so might as well blog.  I'm excited, I'm feeling so giddy.  Can't wait to go to the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-114503374455922891?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114503374455922891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114503374455922891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/04/countdown_15.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114460490463320857</id><published>2006-04-10T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:53.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Beyond Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allow me to make yabang here in my blog, ha?  I have an iPod video! Smirk.  Smirk.  Smirk.  I love eBay so much.  I've found a seller who's selling it for a low low price and he's studying in Benilde.  Can you believe my luck?  At least we don't have to think much of the meeting place.  I bought the 60GB but the price is almost that of the 30GB (BNW and sealed pa!).  I have one problem though.  It's also been bothering me for quite a long time.  Well, it's been bothering me and Stacy for quite a long time.  Does somebody know that song from the Sunsilk soft touch TVC?  The one where the couple sat in a bench and the guy is desperately trying to touch the girl's hair but she won't let him?  I've googled all sorts of keywords I can think of but nada. Instead I've found blogs of other people looking for that song, too.  Help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy, Jen and moi brainstormed hours ago for the HS outing slash reunion (mind you, we had the big meeting complete with note taking).  We called up people but we're calling in the ungodly hour of 10PM and most of them we're asleep already.  We haven't finished  phoning the whole section yet but expect postings in the Yahoo! groups instead.  Everyone's invited.  Most things have been ironed out except for the exact place to go in Batangas.  Ivy, in her own words, was being the Grinch.  Sucks to you, sweetie.  I've been searching for places in Batangas and yeah Palawan always pops up in the pages.  If only not for the time constraints due to the majority taking summer classes and most of us are broke at this point what with parents refusing to shed out extra moolah.  Yes, sweeties, we're going to be seriously slumming in the beach.  It's definitely in Batangas on the 15th and the 16th.  We've got tents, there's a bonfire and we'll have a BBQ party.  Should I say it's going to be fun?  That's going to be the understatement of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-114460490463320857?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114460490463320857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114460490463320857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-beyond-happy.html' title='Happy Beyond Happy'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114405913229943167</id><published>2006-04-03T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:53.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's something that's been bothering me for quite some time.  In PBB, they would always say "totoong tao."  There, that's my problem.  I can't quite grasp the meaning of totoong tao or what is the totoong tao.  Is it any different from being true to yourself?  Believe me, I've never associated totoong tao with any person because I really do not know.  What if you're well-off and you don't eat fishball or quek-quek you totally think they suck and icky, you're fake?  What if you're cool, calm and reserved, you would prefer to keep most things to yourself, you're fake?  What if you think that the coolest things on earth are your car, partying and the beach not the videoke and the carinderia, you're fake?  What if the way you get along varies according to the type of people you encounter such that your personality is dynamic, you're fake?  What if you really do not want to tell all the 80 million inhabitants of the Philippines that you're a lesbian, you're fake?  What if you're a closet fan of Juday and Piolo, you're fake?  My confusion was heightened when the big four commercials came and Bianca's TVC goes like this---"Isang sosyal na modelo yadda yadda yadda pinatunayan na kaya niya ring maging isang totoong tao."  What the heck?  That means if you're from the uppercrust of the society, those people from the lower class are better persons than you are just because you happen to be well-off?  What's this?  Blessed are the poor (or meek, or...whatever!) for they would inherit the Lord's kingdom?  I really am confused.  Please enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on PBB.  The way they transformed the Manila Post Office that night was a good job.  Kudos to ABS-CBN.  But I sure think that Luis Manzano is the lousiest host ever.  Modesty aside, I think that I can replace him for the job (on second thought, maybe not).  For one, he would read the entire contents of the cue cards.  Puhleaze!  You glance at them not read them for the entirety of your take.  I noticed that Mariel would glance at hers before she would speak and no more second glance.  My goodness!  Luis would even read things from the card such as the "magbabalik po ang Pinoy Big Brother Celebrity Edition!"  Second, he would speak at the same time as Mariel but they would be completely saying different things that I can't comprehend a word for 2 seconds.  Leche.  I genuinely wished that Willie Revillame hosted instead of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-114405913229943167?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114405913229943167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114405913229943167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/04/are-you-true.html' title='Are you true?'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114391323872178736</id><published>2006-04-02T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:53.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Again + Lotsa Peektures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; As of now, I have 0 papers to do.  Blast them.  I have been gone for almost a month doing them.  For the past weeks, I became an economist-slash-finance-expert-slash-accountant.  I almost died (sort of) doing them.  First, except for one, I have to pass a paper for every subject.  Second, I am soo sleep deprived. Third, I have excercised all self-control not to snap at my groupmates.  Either they're just plain dumber than me or that they are the most inconsiderate biatches.  They pick up the easiest jobs in the paper it's almost a no brainer.  While I have to analyze and edit their works.  I have explained in the nicest way that  that they help me because, unlike them who only have one, I have 6 research papers to do plus I'm taking my majors.  It's a point in my life, the most important part yet of my CPA-to-be career that if I do not get the retention grade I will be forced to shift out.  It's not that I will sacrifice my other subjects for accounting.  I made a compromise that we'll just have to begin working immediately.  See, it's a win-win situation.  We finish early, we won't cram anymore, then I'll slave myself away with accounting after.  I understand that my current situation is not an excuse just to get the easiest parts of the paper.  But isn't it unfair that you did the analysis, the critique and you're still the one to consolidate and edit their works? If there are 48 hours in a day, then no prob!  But there's only 24 and unlike you, there's still accounting to consider.  Plus, the travel to and fro school is already sapping me of any energy left whilst you live a stone's throw away from school.  But like you, I need to sleep and eat at the right time.  Blast you.  Blast you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was getting ready to leave for school, Ivy called me to come with her in an adventure...err, I mean PLDT Makati.  Our adventure started with Ivy giving me the wrong details of our meeting place.  I got off the wrong LRT station but a kind kuya told me where the nearest KFC is.  Except for that "little" glitch we arrived at our desired destinations safely.  Ivy did some business in UP-D then she treated me to Gayuma in Katips which is of course my favorite part of our adventure.  We waited around 2 hours just to have dessert.  But it was really worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ivy and moi waiting for the food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/ivymoi.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/ivymoi02.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/ivymoi03.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/ivymoi04.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/eyes.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/gayuma.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gayuma interiors...really cozy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/moussaka.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moussaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/calamari.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calamari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/ivy.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ate my moussaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/moi.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/ivy02.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/bill.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/cakegone.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dessert after 2 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gayuma art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/drawing01.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really our work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/drawing02.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/ivydrawing.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the abstract artist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really posted our peektures yet during Ivy's debut so here they are! Our photo ops are mostly in the washroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/bevzfull.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bevz as cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/bevzfull02.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bevz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/jennyfull.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenny..nice girl pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moifull.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/stacyfull.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/stacy.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/mikhail.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miks, fiddling with stacy's O2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/mikhail02.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/stacybevz.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacy and bevz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/salvejenny.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salve and jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moibevz.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bevz and moi..really red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moijenny.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi and jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moijenny02.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moijenny03.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moisalve.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi and salve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moisalve02.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning:  more pictures of me...alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moi.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moi02.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moi03.jpg"  border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moi04.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/debutivy/moi05.jpg" border="1 #8CB1C4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough dose of my vanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-114391323872178736?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114391323872178736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114391323872178736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-again-lotsa-peektures.html' title='Here Again + Lotsa Peektures'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/gayuma/th_ivymoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114163502815575027</id><published>2006-03-06T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:52.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Old, Something Borrowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I am, happily typing an update about how I spent my weekend which is nearly finished and tada! the computer hangs.  Leche.  So anyway, I didn't do much.  I slept mostly.  To keep myself sane during my waking state, I rented some VCDs and bought several DVDs to watch.  At last, I was able to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's and Funny Face.  God, I love old movies!  The sophistication, the cinematography is just WOW!  And Audrey Hepburn's Givenchy dresses are fab!  Well, Audrey herself is very fab, too.  And she can dance and sing, too!  Though, she danced like an idiot in Funny Face.  Maybe I should watch old movies more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadda yadda.  I don't like to type everything all over again.  I don't remember much of my lost-into-oblivion update either.  Also watched these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Aeonflux&lt;br /&gt; Closer&lt;br /&gt; Flightplan&lt;br /&gt; Ice Princess&lt;br /&gt; Shall We Dance&lt;br /&gt; Taking Lives&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the sheer numbers, it's obvious I'm not really serious with studying.  Haha.  I need some slack before I attack our research papers this week.  I enjoyed all of those flicks but the good ones are Flightplan and Closer.  But nothing is as profound as Closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Maidz's new blog.  Scratch that.  Maidz's nameless blog. &lt;a href="http://lulu-skip-to-my-loo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old.  Really, I do.  It's funny because I'm just 18.  It seemed just like yesterday that I wanted to be just forever sixteen.  I still can't believe I am in the age of majority.  Gaaad!  I want to do a lot of things.  But I feel life is just passing me by.  I somewhat realized yesterday that I want to be an environmentalist.  Or that's only my spur-of-the-moment-I'll-forget-about-it-next-week thing.  I want to drive but I feel lazy to learn it.  I'm amazed by people aged 18 and below who are better than me in HTML, PHP and graphic design.  I'm scared of what's out there when I graduate.  Or if I am going to graduate.  I want to do it all.  Yes, I want to be the supergirl!  But I sit here doing nothing, going on with my routinary life.  I watch lots and lots of movies.  I read lots and lots of novels.  I closely follow Hollywood...American Idol.  I sometimes stare into space imagining I'm Summer from The OC.  Haha.  I need to get a life.  But let's face it, they're not getting me anywhere.  I just go with the flow instead of directing it...it's really depressing.&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/12278420-114163502815575027?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114163502815575027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114163502815575027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-old-something-borrowed.html' title='Something Old, Something Borrowed'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114129659742628417</id><published>2006-03-02T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:52.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day is Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This day couldn't get any more worse.  Frankly, I do not want to move anymore lest another unfortunate event befalls me.  I thought I was very prepared today.  Or so I thought.  I didn't have the chance to check my e-mail last night and have no inkling whatsoever that the prof uploaded a last minute assignment in mgt sci.  I had only known about the damned assignment 10 minutes before the bell.  I think I made the most unrecognizable solutions and graphs in my entire life.  Despite all the rush, I wasn't able to finish the last number.  We also had our long quiz in mgt sci that day, too.  The prof kept on reassuring us that the quiz was very easy it could make us cry.  It almost made me cry all right, but not because it was easy but because it was so damn hard I kept staring at the problems not knowing what to do with them.  Then I received my quiz in financial mgt.  My score is 28/35.  Retention grade is 29/35!  The hell..just one more point and I'm ok.  You know the feeling that you just want to shrink away because a lot of your classmates are happy with theirs while you got a dumb score?  A book I borrowed in the lib got lost!  I placed the book under my chair during last period and I forgot to get it during dismissal.  I was just out of the room for less than 5 minutes then remembered I left the friggin book under my chair.  God, when I came back it was nowhere in sight!  I checked the cupboards and the desk drawers but nada!!!  I don't know if the one who got it was a thief or a good soul who returned it to the lib.  I wish he/she is the latter.  If it's truly lost then I don't have a clearance. If I don't have a clearance then I can't participate in the online enrollment which is next week!!  Bull****!!  When I opened my e-mail today there's the invite for Ivy's debut.  I don't know if I can attend.  But dammit she's one of my closest friends!! I may have classes during that Saturday.  Plus, I don't have a formal dress yet.  Plus plus, the gift I'm intending to give Ivy is not complete yet.  Dammit, the seller hasn't e-mailed me yet some of the things I purchased.  And he's taking tooo looong to respond.  I might lapse into hysterics if he turns out to be a scammer. Mom just told me something that might add to my beautiful day.  Brownout!  Of all nights!  If that happens I can't watch American Idol.  What a shame, tonight's guys' night.  I gotta be off now because I seriously need to scream my lungs out.  You know, to get the stress and bad vibes out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 03, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After the hellish day I've gone through yesterday  some things just worked itself out.   First,  the book from the lib was retrieved by my classmate and she returned it to me this morning after last period.  Second, my sched is clear and now I'm free to go to Ivy's debut.  I still don't have a dress but that can be dealt with later. Third, there was no brownout (maybe Mom just got wrong info)  so I was able to watch AI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 05, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, another problem solved.  The seller emailed me!  I got the idea from the great Ivy!  I sent bogus emails to her pretending to be someone else.  Just when she is enjoying herself I busted her!  I'm actually good at harassing and threatening.  Not that I'm proud of it.  Sometimes you need it in these kind of situations.  She made excuses and other crap but it didn't work of course.  So Ivy's gift is complete.  I even formatted it for easy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDIT&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/12278420-114129659742628417?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114129659742628417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114129659742628417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-day-is-bull.html' title='This Day is Bull'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114084092095608108</id><published>2006-02-25T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:52.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Cranky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am thoroughly annoyed of students taking up nursing just because....well, both you and I know the reasons or the lack thereof.  Any self-respecting individual will defy anyone not to take up the national college course, BSN.  They seriously need to get a life.  I am not going to join the bandwagon and be a nurse.  Not in a million years.  Don't throw shit at me of being practical and the money blah blah 'cause I will only turn a deaf ear at you.  I am not in bad need of money, thank you.  I go for prestige.  I still have respect for nurses though--the old nurses and those who GENUINELY dreamt of being a nurse since they were kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's another.  The call center mania.  Just typing that makes me want gag.  Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, someone snapped at Mich.  I absolutely adore Keanna!  Bandmates of Mich (FYI:  She's in a band with a cool name, Death by Tampon), were outraged by what PBB is doing with her---bringing out the worst in Mich.  John Prats was right when all of them are giving in and adjusting to Mich's behavior.  From what I see, Mich is getting paranoid.  The basic feeling of everybody is talking about you even though they're not.  At least 4 housemates have clashed with Mich but no one compares to Keanna!  Keanna is so tremendously fed up of Mich that she just literally...burst.  It's about high time that one tell it to Mich's face that she's getting into everybody's nerves.  I was so annoyed of her when she threw back at Keanna all the times she defended her.  You don't do that.  In the unwritten code of friendship you just don't do that.  Defending someone doesn't give you the immunity.&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/12278420-114084092095608108?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114084092095608108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114084092095608108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/02/getting-cranky.html' title='Getting Cranky'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-114037464617369081</id><published>2006-02-20T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:52.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search For Something More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank god February is almost over.  People will finally snap out of their excessive lovesickness.  Or maybe not.  Blech.  The 14th and the 15th were spent with my friends because guys just do not have the guts to ask me out that day.  I'm so conceited, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ice skate again yesterday but my arms still hurt like hell.  I just let my sorry arse sit the whole weekend and read books.  After three painful weeks of waiting, the books we ordered were delivered Friday afternoon.  Sadly, the book I wanted so much to read was not available.  I tried National Bookstore and Powerbooks but they do not have stocks. I do wish they stock up on Elfriede Jelinek's works.  Not that I did not like the books I just read.  It was a fun light read.  Like watching Sex and the City only they're underage.  The characters are overdosed with envy and sluttiness and are extremely shallow.  But hell, they are all filthy rich and good looking.  I just love reading books where I can't relate to the characters' lifestyles.  Well, not only reading.  I remember I watch The OC, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funny how your college friends will let their closets open and admit they're hopeless-romatics-somewhat-jologs:  They would goad you to watch Close To You to the point of offering to pay for the movie itself just so he/she would not be caught dead watching it...alone.  I haven't succumbed to them yet but I have to admit, it's getting really tempting everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:  Brokeback Mountain&lt;br /&gt;Teh Rating:  3.5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plot:  In the year of 1963, two cowboys meet and weave an extraordinary friendship while herding sheep in Brokeback Mountain, of course.  Before the summer ends, their relationship is deeper than it seems to be but both agreed to get on with their lives.  For how the hell can these two men live together without the barrage of feeling the loathing of society?  Jack proposed an indirect way of doing it but Ennis would hear none of it.  Both got married and&lt;br /&gt;had children.  After four years, Jack and Ennis meet again and the feeling is still as intense as before.&lt;br /&gt;Ending:  Their special relationship continues for twenty years.  Like normal lovers do, they kiss, make love and fight.  Jack gets a good life while Ennis continues to be miserable, getting divorced and living in a trailer.   Ennis sends a postcard to Jack of when they could possibly meet up again but it was returned with deceased stamped on it.  Ennis immediately calls Laureen, Jack's wife, to confirm it.  &lt;i&gt;Jack was pumping up a flat on a truck out on a back road when the tire blew up.  The head was damaged somehow and the force of the explosion slammed the rim into his face, broke his nose and jaw and knocked him unconscious on his back.  By the time someone came along, he had drowned in his own blood.&lt;/i&gt;  Jack wanted his ashes to be scattered in Brokeback Mountain but Laureen had no idea where it is.  Ennis goes up to Jack's parents for the ashes but the Father insisted that Jack should be in the family plot.  Ennis discovers that Jack had kept (stolen more likely) his blue shirt with bloodstains on it along with Jack's equally bloodstained plaid shirt.  Ennis pressed his face to the fabric hoping to breathe in Jack's scent but there was no more.&lt;br /&gt;Comments:  My fave line is 'Jack Twist!  Jack Nasty!' (I'm not mocking a friend who happens to adore Jake).  I learned in Oprah that the kissing scene where they were caught by Alma took 13 takes to finish!  And they both agreed that to do it, they had to pretend they were doing it with their hands.  They both demonstrated it and it was so damn hilarious!  I swear I had the hardest time catching Heath Ledger's lines.  Maybe they could've just asked him to just drop his Australian accent not adapt the Texan signature drawl.  Most of the lines from the short story were used verbatim in the film which is really a plus.  Ang Lee stretched thirty pages of a short story into a 2 and a half hour movie so I thought that it was pretty slow.  And there were a lot of fifteen-seconders I was near pissed off with the abrupt scene changes.  If there was one thing I was genuinely surprised it nearly threw me off my seat was Anne Hathaway going topless!  Seriously, the reason that people are raving about this film was because it is really really an atypical love story.  No Stereotypes.  I haven't even heard the customary I love you's.  You just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malin, your love story is Meant-to-Be like Tristan &amp; Isolde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/crazycatz16/tristanandisolde.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;As luck would have it, your love life seems to be written in the heavens. Whether you fell in love at first sight or kept running into each other everywhere you went, it looks like you and your sweetie were meant for each other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romantic and starry-eyed, you believe in the clutch of love and the spell that's been cast on you and your amour. But more than that, it's your strong will and unwavering hopefulness that'll make sure you and your honey continue as a match made in heaven, no matter what twists and turns Lady Luck throws your way. And that's something we're willing to bet on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hunt for the DVD and see for myself how tragic my love story could get.&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/12278420-114037464617369081?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114037464617369081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/114037464617369081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/02/search-for-something-more.html' title='The Search For Something More'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113973268934070146</id><published>2006-02-12T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:52.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Version 3.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There!  I uploaded a new layout.  Should work best in Mozilla Firefox except maybe the scrollbars in the tagboard.  Should also look good in IE though it screws some of the HTML.  I've added 'about' and 'currently' in the side bar.  I just want you to read of what's eating me right now.  I've added a couple of info in the Profile section.  It's not finished though.  I hope I'll be able to.  I have to revamp some of the codes because it just won't work.  It's kind of tedious and I just want all the more to have my own space and domain.  In other news, I created a new blog..in wordpress.  I still haven't got the feel of WP but it's dynamic.  &lt;a href="http://missmalin.wordpress.com"&gt;Check out my wordpress blog!&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/12278420-113973268934070146?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113973268934070146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113973268934070146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/02/version-30.html' title='Version 3.0'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113854056530066351</id><published>2006-01-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:52.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>There are two tragedies in life.  One is to lose your heart's desire.  The other is to gain it. --George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malin:  Gusto mo?&lt;br /&gt;Lorianne:  Eeew!  What's that?  It's so oily!&lt;br /&gt;Malin:  Umm..tikoy?  Yep, tikoy 'to!  Bigay sa akin ng classmate ko na Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Lorianne:  OK.  Di ba yan yung parang tortang talong na matamis?&lt;br /&gt;Malin: ...&lt;br /&gt;Lorianne:  Diba?&lt;br /&gt;Malin: Alam mo, hit ka talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have my own computer but I barely have the "right" to use it at my disposal.  My brother takes it to his room whenever he likes and watches Bleach for like 6 hours straight.  He keeps on changing my wallpaper to what he deems fit.  He downloads like a gazillion porn clips into my hard drive and blames me for all the spyware and adware we get (when clearly the spyware and adware comes from his fave porn sites).  I do hope you understand how scandalous I feel when I discover that one suspicious looking folder contains the gazallion porn clips.  And the horror when I finally click one and...."dyarararan!"  I mean, I am a reformed and sensible individual.  I haven't so much lain a finger on a porn vcd since 3rd year HS let alone watch another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Title:  Half Light&lt;br /&gt;Teh Rating:  1 star&lt;br /&gt;Plot:  Rachel Carlson (Demi Moore) is an award-winning novelist with a marriage on the brink of divorce with an editor who's also a struggling novelist.  Her life turns for the worse when her 5-year old son drowns.  She was served (finally!) with divorce papers and succumbs to depression.  All the past events took their toil on her latest book which she is still in the process of writing.  She asks her bestfriend to find a new home for her.  They found one in a remote fishing village in Scotland with the nearest neighbors at least a mile away from you.  The view was breathtaking and not very far is the island where the lighthouse stands.  Rachel decides to go visit the lighthouse in the hopes of finding something to inspire her writing.  She finds Angus McCulloch, the lighthouse keeper.  They fall in love with each other of course.  Rachel invites Angus to a birthday party in town yet Angus never shows up.   Rachel asks if they know Angus and all she gets was this what-are-you-up-to-are-you-out-of-your-mind looks from the fishing people.  Angus McCulloch has been dead for 6 or 7 years!  Apart from that, Rachel keeps having these eerie encounters with her dead son warning her of imminent danger.  Rachel fears for what to believe and her very own sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Ending:  We all thought that Rachel slept with a ghost (eeeww!) but thank God she didn't.  It's a living human afterall!  Angus McCulloch is the lighthouse keeper and his wife left him for a new guy (who formerly owns the house Rachel occupies now).  Angus kills his wife and the guy and then jumps from the very top of the lighthouse.  All three are dead and buried.  After 7 years, here comes Rachel's husband and bestfriend (who has an affair, by the way) who both have one thing in common:  envious of all Rachel's achievements.  Remember, the bestfriend researches a new place for Rachel?  She researched well and used the tragic incident for their schemes.  Once Rachel is dead, the husband will get at least four million Pounds from Rachel's latest book.  They hire Patrick to play Angus McCulloch and pretend to fall in love with her, only, Patrick really fell for her (Why am I not so surprised by this?).  Rachel bestfriend dies when Rachel shoves her away and her head hits a rock.  Patrick (Angus's spirit is within him now) kills the husband the very same way Angus killed the guy his wife left him for.  Patrick goes to Rachel and gives her the mother of pearl (which they buried together) then he jumps off the lighthouse.  Rachel was cleared of the three killings and moves out from the fishing village back to her home in London.     &lt;br /&gt;Comments:  Seriously, I really doubt how Rachel got cleared of it all when the last person who can testify for her jumped off the top of the lighthouse.  The town people also think she's going off her rocker.  So tell me, how the hell did she get away with it?  I would've given this movie 2 stars if Rachel ended up in trial.  But that's it.  The writer spared us the details and cleared Rachel righto.  I went all the way to Gateway and spent PHP 140 for a movie that rivals Sorum and Cold Creek!  I solemnly swear that I should've watched The Maid feat. Alessandra de Rossi.  At least, I really really know that I'm watching a HORROR movie not a romance movie wrapped in the pretense of horror/suspense/thriller.  If you saw the trailer, that's all the scary cuts therein the flick!  We snuck food in the theater for nothing.  We risked getting caught for a stupid movie.  We asked ladies occupying our reserved seats to transfer just for this dimwit of a movie!  The Yahoo! Movies review gave them A-A+!!!  I can't believe it!  Seriously, are these people really sure they're rating the GREAT movie, Half Light?!  The only part which I quite got amused was during the very start.  It has shown how writers write.  Lots and lots of post-its and index cards.   This movie would look good in books, not in the big screen.  It's slow paced and ends rather abruptly and stupidly.  You've been warned. Don't watch it.  Support Alessandra de Rossi instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/show.php?id=142947" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/users_thumb/6123/thumb_johnny_depp.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting by www.NetFreeHost.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God, Johnny Depp looked like he came out from production of The Pirates of the Caribbean.  His suit was like 50 years old.  He's so unkempt and ghastly looking.  But I still love your delicate chiseled face, Johnny.  His lucky girl is Vanessa Paradis.  I was thinking he should have auditioned for Sirius Black's role.  Look at him more closely.  I mean, he's like some escaped Azkaban honcho but there's still the vestige of handsomeness.  OK, that's a very personal opinion.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/show.php?id=142948" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/users_thumb/6123/thumb_michelle_williams.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting by www.NetFreeHost.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends, is my ultimate favorite dress of all in the 63rd Golden Globes!  That's Michelle Williams of Brokeback Mountain fame.  I totally swoon over it!  It's a purple Givenchy tulle gown.  If only we have prom of some sort in college.&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/12278420-113854056530066351?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113854056530066351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113854056530066351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/01/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113774845664243479</id><published>2006-01-20T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:51.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm contributing so much to the US Box Office this week.  My poor wallet.  Three movies and you're coughing up.  Next week you'll be stuffed again, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:  The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;Teh Rating:  4 Stars&lt;br /&gt;Plot:  It's WWII and bomb raids are ravaging London.  Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy were evacuated to the countryside, in the vast estate of Professor Kirke (aka Diggory in the Magician's Nephew).  In an empty room except for a wardrobe, the 4 siblings found an entrance leading to the world of Narnia, a place where dwarves, nymphs, half-humans, talking animals dwell.  It's cursed to eternal winter by Jadis the White Witch who proclaims herself queen of Narnia.  Christmas has never arrived in a hundred years.  But there's a prophecy.  Two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will arrive and defeat the White Witch and all four of them will seat at the thrones of Cair Paravel.  The creatures of Narnia have another news  to be cheery about, Aslan, the real King has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Ending:  Aslan offers his own life to save Edmund.  He has died but the Deep Magic that governs Narnia brings him back.  The White Witch is slain by Aslan and all of Narnia is at peace.  Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy were crowned as kings and queens of Narnia.  Years and years have passed and the 4 of them were out hunting the White Stag.  They never saw the stag but they saw the lampost just as it was when they first set foot on Narnia.  They rush to the left side and soon they were inside the wardrobe then out of it.  Years may have passed in Narnia but time has not moved in the land of Spare Oom in the city of War Drobe.&lt;br /&gt;Comments:  The length of the film is jut about the same time it will take you to read the book or maybe even shorter.  Great novel adaptation.  Owe it to the fact that the book is really short and straightforward.  The symbolism is clearly that of Christianity.  I do not know why some wretched freaks connected it with witchcraft.  Maybe because the word 'witch' is a part of the title and they never even have read the book.  Read the whole series (which is just the length of HP6, trust me) and you'll know for sure that it's an allegory of biblical stories.  The creation, the tree, the apple, the crucifixion, the resurrection, etc.  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:  The Family Stone&lt;br /&gt;Teh Rating:  3 stars&lt;br /&gt;Plot:  The family Stone gathers annually during the Christmas holidays.  Everett, the eldest brings in his girlfriend, Meredith.  He intends to marry her though he doesn't love her.  She's too perfect for the casual and laid back Stone family.  She's welcomed with hostility and unfriendliness.  Amy Stone and the rest makes her stay miserable and poor Meredith was forced to call her sister Julie to stay with her in a nearby inn.&lt;br /&gt;Ending:  Meredith sort of wins them over by having a preggy Sybil pic blown up and framed and gave it to each of them as a Christmas present.  Ben, Everett's brother ends up with Meredith.  Everett ends up with Julie.  Wow.  Sybil, the mother, is terribly sick.  At the beginning, she was sitting in front of the Christmas tree thinking of the very last Christmas she'll spend with them.  Fast forward to the holidays one year later.  No more Sybil.  Dead because of cancer.  But she can never be happier.  Her sons and daughters have found love and happiness behind her demise.&lt;br /&gt;Comments:  I can't believe it!  That was so fast!  Ben, Everett, Meredith, Julie, that was so damn fast!  In just a matter of days you've fallen in and out of love.  That or I'm just cynical.  This family was so atypical that its common knowledge who popped your cherry.  Up until it was mentioned that Amy was a teacher I wouldn't know that she is 'coz she's so bitchy, whiny and immature.  Last born syndrome perhaps.  Everett and Julie reminds me of Luke and Becky in Shopaholic.  Not that Everett is a multi-millionaire Brit or Julie is shoe-addict, but Everett was too corporate and Julie is this carefree soul who brings back his sanity.  Now that I mentioned it, I wish they make a Shopaholic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:  Underworld Evolution&lt;br /&gt;Teh Rating: 3.5 stars&lt;br /&gt;Plot:  Humans so much have whispered their existence as a myth.  But the aristocratic Death Dealers (vampires) and Lycans (werewolves) waged war against each other for centuries.  They trace their legacy to the same man, Alexander Corvinus.  He has twin sons, Marcus and William.  Marcus is the first true vampire while William is the first and most powerful Lycan.&lt;br /&gt;After so many centuries, Marcus is awakened.  He's the last remaining vampire elder and the most powerful at that.  The blood memories of Craven and a doctor-servant of Lucian leaves him seeking for Selene and Michael.  They have what Marcus wants to finish what he intended to do half a millenia ago.&lt;br /&gt;Ending:  Selene discovers the real reason behind her family's slaughter.  Her father was commisioned to construct the castle-dungeon where William (who will never return to his human from) was imprisoned.  Viktor murdered Selene's family so many years after the completion of the projet for fear that William will seek his brother and reunite with him.  William's banishment started the Lycans being sun guardians of the vampires, all thanks to the shrewd Viktor.  But Viktor gave Selene the gift of immortality who reminds him so much of his daughter Sonia.  When Marcus awakens he seeks Selene and Michael (the first hybrid of vampire and Lycan).  Selene's blood memories is the map to William's location and Michael has one of the keys to his cell (the other one is hidden in Viktor's body).  Alexander Corvinus is alive and has watched all of it behind the background.  He's the single immortal more powerful than both Marcus and William.  He may have the will to stop them but he cannot kill them, afterall, they're his sons.  The same reason why Marcus goes looking for his brother.  Marcus snatched the keys away not without killing Michael and Alexander first.  Before Alexander dies, he lets Selene drink his blood to stop Marcus.  Thus, Selene  becomes as powerful as Marcus or perhaps even more.  Michael reawakens (he's not dead afterall) then kills William in the process.  Selene murders Marcus...or the helicopter rotor did it.  Since the night she became a vampire Selene witnesses the first sunrise without getting burned by it.&lt;br /&gt;Comment:  I just know that I like the first movie better than Evolution.  Maybe because I've watched the first 5 times in the past 2 weeks.  But don't let me stop you (and I know I wouldn't).  It's still a good action packed movie.  In Underworld, Selene said that Viktor is the most powerful of them.  Clearly, it's Marcus because Marcus made him.  So, Selene by virtue of the vampire who passed it to her, is already very powerful being third in line.  The nearer you are to your forefathers, the more powerful you are.  When Michael died (or so we thought) I didn't feel anything.  I just know he has to die to fuel Selene's rage to fight Marcus.  I was really pissed off when he reawakened.  The thing I hate the most is dead characters resurrecting!  The ending was so dramatic.  Not the kissing part, of course (I wouldn't mind if they scratched that off).  But when Selene was able to witness the sunrise again without dying.  She's invincible.  The most powerful vampire.  For sure, Michael and Selene will have hybrid children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three movies worth of trailers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  Little Manhattan.  Kids fall in love for the first time.  Somewhere near the end, the girl leaves the guy behind.  (Kids...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Half Light.  A mom and his son moves in to a new house.  When she tries find her son she finds him dead.  Drowned.  She feels the presence of his son following her around.  She finds a man operating the light house but when she asks the townspeople about him she finds out he's been dead for years.  (Demi Moore...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)  The Dark.  This is Half Light the girl version.  A family moves into a new home near a cliff.  The daughter falls off then drowns.  A girl that looks like Sarah (the daughter) visits them and states she knows where Sarah is.  That girl claims to be dead for more than 50 years.  (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)  Yours, Mine and Ours.  A disciplinarian and an artist, both widowed marry each other.  He has 10 children.  She has 8.  Total chaos.  (Dennis Quaid, Rene Russo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)  Open Season.  An animated film starring a deer and a grizzly bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)  Fearless.  A Chinese warrior leaves his country after a family tragedy.  After several years he returns and continues to be a warrior.  (Jet Li...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)  Walk the Line.  Based on a true story about music hall of fame Johnny Cash.  This flick bagged awards in the Golden Globes (including best actor and best actress) so I think it must be good.  (Joaquin Phoenix, Reese Witherspoon...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)  Brokeback Mountain.  In Suzie's words:  "Tungkol ito sa mga gay cowboys.  Matagal na silang friends pero na-discover nilang may feelings pala sila sa isa't isa."  Great way to ward off moviegoers, really.  It's critically acclaimed, bagged 4 awards in the Golden Globes, Ivy raves about it.  I'll watch it but I have to read the novel first.  (Jake Gyllenhaal, Heath Ledger...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)  Zathura.  Jumanji in outer space.  Enough said.  (more kids...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)  Superman Returns.  Welcome home from Kryptonite.  All I saw is your cape, your hair, your cape, your tights.  (Brandon Routh, Kate Bosworth...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)   Ice Age 2:  The Meltdown. As the tagline says, "The pack is back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.)  Fun With Dick and Jane.  A couple becomes robbers to pay the bills.  There's this one scene where Dick and Jane burst in a cakeshop and demand cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick:  Oh my God!  It's muffins!  Are this muffins fat free?!!!  Are this muffins fat free?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Owner:  Y-yes...&lt;br /&gt;Dick:  Honey you've got to get some of this fat free muffins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn fucking retard.  (Jim Carrey...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.)  Pirates of the Carribean:  Dead Man's Chest.  My Johnny Depp.  As soon as Captain Jack Sparrow entered the scene, I lost all sense to grasp the movie plot.  To hell with you Orlando Bloom.  To hell with you Keira Knightley.  I swear, I was like frozen in my seat when I saw the trailer.  All I know is that Jack is running away from some pirate he owes something.  Can't wait this 2006!!  And also for the third movie slated in 2007!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.)  Cars.  Animated film about race cars.  Cute race cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.)  Chaos.  I thought this was Blade III.  Wesley Snipes enters the scene in black leather.  The same aura as blade.  Haha!  It's about bank robbery and stuff.  (Ryan Philippe, Wesley Snipes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.)  Da Vinci Code.  A secret brotherhood is the guardian of a secret.  A secret that threatens to destroy the very foundations of the Catholic church.  The actress playing Sophie is really pretty.  Actually Langdon looks like her father.  (Tom Hanks, Audrey Tautou...)  Can't wait for May 2006!!  I bet many people will watch this then read the novel later on.  Not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.)  The New World.  Pocahontas!!  Only they focus on John Smith.  I suspect they'll still romanticize the story of John Smith and Pocahontas.  (Colin Farrell...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.)   Casanova.  Casanova finds his match and falls in love with the one woman refusing to fall for his charms.  (Heath Ledger...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.)  Derailed.  A man and a woman first met in a train and was instantly attracted to each other.  They end up going to some motel then a guy enters, pointing a gun at them.  (Jennifer Aniston...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.)  V for Vendetta.  A woman is rescued by a masked man from the clutches of death.  He then recruits her to be his ally in fighting against society's tyrants.  (Natalie Portman...)  They shaved Natalie bald in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.)  Cheaper by the Dozen 2.  The family goes on a summer vacation.  But their vacation is ruined when the father meets his old rival.  (Tom Welling, Hilary Duff...) Wow.  Hil Duff is really skinny.  I wonder who's winning in the Bulimia Marathon with Lindsay Lohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.)  Bandidas.  Two women unwillingly join forces and become a celebrated duo of bank robbers.  They are skilled with knives, guns and... kissing.  (Salma Hayek, Penelope Cruz...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.)  Venom.  A creature of evil is imprisoned in a errr...suitcase.  It escapes then becomes a man in dire need of a good bath.  A group of teenagers run away from it to save their lives.  Reminiscent of that scream flick Cursed, where a werewolf flashes 'the finger.'  Pathetically stupid flick.  (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Bloodrayne.  It's about vampires.  Around 18th century, I think.  (Kristanna Loken,  Michelle Rodriguez...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.)  Goal.  A boy is naturally gifted in soccer but it's wasted away doing stupid jobs that doesn't pay enough.  A scout invites him to tryout and soon finds himself in a soccer stadium filled with hundreds of thousands of soccer fanatics. (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.)  Serenity.  An outer space movie.  He accepts two new passengers on board his ship.  One is a girl that's severely mentally damaged.  Soon they were attacked by groups wanting to have the girl. (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.)  Night Watch. Contemporary movie about the battle of light and darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.)  Stay.  A psychiatrist shows a blind man to his patient.  The blind man is the patient's father who had died years ago.  As the doctor fathoms this mystery he finds it difficult to distinguish reality from the surreal.  He seems to be in a plane in between the dead and the living.  A bad case where the Psychiatrist becomes mad, too.  (Ewan McGregor...)      &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/12278420-113774845664243479?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113774845664243479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113774845664243479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/01/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113705852457699222</id><published>2006-01-12T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:51.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifetime Piling Up</title><content type='html'>Mommy finally bought me a pair of pearl earrings and also a ring! Pieces of jewelry are a good investment because they appreciate. So, I'm goading Mom to buy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Went to Figaro not to buy coffee but strawberry milkshake. Last Sunday, Watson's was the winner. I bought several bottles of strawberry shampoo and conditioner. Pity I can't find a strawberry lotion and soap (I've read in a mag that layering is the key to a lasting scent). The manga I'm reading now is titled Ichigo 100% which in English is 100% Strawberries. It's official. I'm in a strawberry craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nearly on the verge of buying a baby names book. But I really don't want to use my book coupon on that. I bought Shopaholic and Sister instead. I'm not expecting in case you're wondering but a couple of my cousins have gotten married in the past months and maybe I could help the wives in selecting names. My nieces and nephews would love their Tita for their meaningful and cool names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chanced upon ABS-CBN's Forbidden Love's pilot episode while juggling it with Jewel in the Palace (I love these so to hell with you, Kdrama critics!). The female lead reminds me of So Close which is sooo kick-ass in the first place. I've lost all the appetite I got from JinP! God, they're Kumihos. Kumihos are not human. They existed for as long as humans did, looks like them but our liver is what they mainly eat. I think it's even wrong to call them cannibals. They sound like Mojojojo. 'Conquer the world and rule over humans' stuff. In all aspects, it really is forbidden love. I sure don't want a Kumiho boyfriend lest he'll rip my chest open and snatch my poor liver away from my cold corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! I daresay I am in better control of my finances right now! I've got a simple yet brilliant system of tracking my cash inflows and outflows (wow I sound like a finance manager at that). Now I don't have to rack my brain out where my 100 bucks went! I'm monitoring all of my cash down to the last freaking cent. I've also forecasted and made a cash budget. If all things go the way they are supposed to be, I'll have enough moolah to get me through summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Monday. I have a movie date with my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Salve! Umm...the original date is last Monday but the Nazareno devotees made it really impossible. Their apartment sucks! We send around 1 million sms a day because the apartment doesn't have a landline. Not that I care about my money (my cash inflow and outflow tracking is taking care of that, remember?) but I just want to talk to her personally. Salve always has my back and I sure got hers, too. Heck, I'm willing to feed her half a gallon of strawberry ice cream just so she would feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-113705852457699222?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113705852457699222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113705852457699222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/01/lifetime-piling-up.html' title='Lifetime Piling Up'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113688467078861495</id><published>2006-01-10T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am feeling a bit scholarly and classic so I am reading La Divina Commedia by Dante as of the moment. Of course, I scoured the net for the translated and illustrated version. I can't understand any Italian except for the obvious like the title itself. I wanted to read this thing ages ago but it just keeps on slipping from my mind. I actually remembered it because of A&amp;D. Not that the setting is in Rome but because of Vittoria. When she said fuori in one instance, The Divine Comedy just sprang at me. Fuori means fire. Hell naturally just followed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;**********&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've also bought a couple of e-books off eBay. I've got all the 7 books in the Chronicles of Narnia, Deception Point, Digital Fortress, Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons. They're all sitting in my hard drive now and I don't know where to start. Now that they are all there, The Divine Comedy will probably take the backseat yet again. The best part is that I got all of them for 60 bucks! The bad thing is that I'll be wearing glasses by the time I finish reading all of it. Most probably I'll start with the Magician's Nephew followed by The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. My somewhat twisted philosophy is never watch the movie adaptation of a great novel without reading the novel first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I joined eBay to sell some of my books then buy new books with the money then repeat the cycle. But when I look at them lined neatly in my shelf (you know it sounds crazy but you'll probably understand me) I can't bear to, uh, sell them. Certainly my HP series will remain, the LOTR too, John Grisham and the Shopaholic series. Maybe Stephen King and Nicholas Sparks will go. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;**********&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was in Powerbooks last Sunday and a cute self-help book for women caught my attention. Title: Ten Things You Gotta Be Before You Turn 35. I remembered one of them was WIRL. It's woman and girl fused into one. Just like Tomkat and Bradelina. Since it's the time of the year when you make resolutions I got a dose of inspiration from the said book. It's long run too but I changed it into:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Things I Gotta Do Before I Turn 40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1.) Whip coffees just like Paul Bassett. But I'll have to buy an espresso machine first then practice..practice. (God, I so want to be a barista though I'm not a coffee person. Paul Bassett just makes it look sooo cool.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2.) Go mad in Milan, the fashion capital of the world. Max out my credit card limit just like Becky in Shopaholic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3.) Go to Disneyland Florida and scream my lungs out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4.) Learn to play the violin. This has been in my agenda since time immemorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5.) Re-learn to play the piano. Just to make my momma proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6.) Speak French flawlessly. Nuff said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7.) Tour the Philippines then tour Europe. Take a billion pictures of my trip then spend the rest of my life making scrapbooks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8.) Earn my first million of course. Or maybe the 10th million perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9.) Buy a yellow Corvette. Or a gray Porsche. Or a black Alfa Romeo. Or a red McLaren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10.) Cook meals as good as that of Jamie Oliver's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11.) Go restaurant hopping in Manila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12.) Can't think of anything anymore..I'll probably add a hundred more next time. Sheesh. I should've put get married and have 2-3 kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-113688467078861495?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113688467078861495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113688467078861495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/01/tomes.html' title='Tomes'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113688404968518294</id><published>2006-01-10T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:51.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels and Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Title: Angels and Demons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rating: 5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plot: The novel takes place before the Da Vinci Code. Robert Langdon is awakened by a call from Kohler, the director of CERN. A fax with an image of a man brutally murdered with the ambigram "illuminati" branded in his chest was sent to Langdon. He has believed that the ancient brotherhood Illuminati was completely gone half a century ago. As an expert on this subject, Langdon was summoned in CERN (Geneva, Switzerland) to help in finding the murderer. He was transported using an X-33, the world's fastest plane in just an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leonardo Vetra, the man murdered is a leading physicist in CERN and also a priest (Honestly, I have a hard time reconciling this). He has an adopted daughter, Vittoria, also a senior physicist in CERN. Together, they worked discreetly to create antimatter using the world's largest particle accelerator. Vittoria has created canisters to suspend the antimatter into it preventing its contact with matter or annihilation as they call it. These special canisters also have plastic batteries that run for 24hrs before annihilating allowing it to be transported. Leonardo Vetra created antimatter in an attempt to simulate the Big Bang. In doing so he can prove that God exists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the canisters containing the largest amount of antimatter was stolen and was later found by a security camera (which is also missing!) somewhere in Vatican with its LED showing the countdown until annihilation comes. When that happens, the antimatter bomb has the capacity to wipe off all things within a half mile radius. Their mission is to find the canister fast and return it to CERN before time runs out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the recent events in the Catholic world, the highest leaders of the church are all gathered in Vatican City to elect the new Pope. However, the Il Preferiti, the 4 cardinals most likely to become Pope has not showed up. A phone call by someone claiming to be an Illuminatus is received telling them of what would take place in the next hours. One cardinal will be executed in 4 different churches (altars of science) every hour starting at 8pm. Each of them branded with one of the mystic elements (ambigrams--earth, air, fire, water).Robert and Vittoria search through archives and churches for clues in a desperate attempt to save the cardinals, get the location of the antimatter and the identity of the Hassasin (Vetra's murderer). The search for the antimatter is left in the hands of the Swiss Guards for the meantime. They must race against time or the Illuminati will finally exact vendetta--the destruction of the Catholic Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ending: Even though Robert and Vittoria successfully discovered the locations of the altars of science, none of the cardinals survived. Perhaps they're too old to last the tortures. The Hassasin was killed, thanks to the joint efforts of Robert and Vittoria to push him over the edge. The camerlengo (Pope's chamberlain) pulls off miraculous stunts and fooled a lot. The antimatter bomb explodes in air, after the camerlengo and Langdon brought it up using a chopper. Kohler also dies but not after recording his conversation with the camerlengo. Kohler's recordings reveal that the camerlengo is the brain behind all this. Before Vetra died he told the Pope of his discovery. The carmelengo comes to know of this and was thoroughly disgusted with the Pope after the latter admits genuine interest in antimatter and reveals that the Pope has fathered a child. Not letting the Pope explain himself, the camerlengo kills him by overdose. The camerlengo is not ready to accept the fact that creation can be simulated and God can be put in a test tube. He plots the destruction of Vatican and then saves it in the last minute. Cardinal Mortati reveals to him that the Pope didn't break any rule of celibacy. The Pope fathered a child using artificial insemination and that the said child was the camerlengo. The camerlengo truly repents and commits suicide. The camerlengo is a man of strong faith yet sadly the same thing has distorted him. During the conclave, Cardinal Mortati is elected as the new Pope. The camerlengo is not an illuminatus. He just snuck off in the Vatican vault, got the Illuminati brands confiscated by the Vatican a long time ago, then hired an assassin to do all the dirty work. In short, there's no illuminatus in the course of the novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Has it occurred to you that maybe Dan Brown is a terrorist? Even if he's not then he certainly thinks like one. Or, his works would prove to be a great resource for terrorist groups. This novel is definitely not the last time that we will see Robert Langdon. Brown is on the works of the Da Vinci Code sequel, this time in US soil. Hurray! Langdon is home at last! As always, a meticulously researched novel. Brown intertwines facts to weave a fast-paced storyline. Reading the illustrated version has its rewards despite being heavy. You can admire the paintings, sculptures, churches without scrambling for the encyclopedia. I enjoyed this better than the Da Vinci Code though they're almost alike. It's certainly tighter and more suspenseful with the antimatter bomb and the race to prevent the destruction of the Vatican. With the Da Vinci Code, the skeleton is just borrowed from the Holy Blood, Holy Grail. Brown just added the puzzle solving. IMHO, Brown is a research freak all right but his tales are gripping because of the way he ends the chapters and subchapters. Thanks a bunch to the editors. Just as I said, A&amp;amp;D and DDC are so alike you might have guessed who the real villain is early on. My first guess was of course the obvious, Kohler. Yet when the camerlengo came, you sort of think it's him. He's so composed and so full of himself. When that poisoning thingy came, the arrows are just pointing at him. I am always apalled by what Langdon thinks when he's with the leading lady. It's as if he's 16 not 40. I mean, he's like a schoolboy on a date with his ultimate crush. Perhaps that's only me because no matter how Dan Brown describes Langdon I still picture him like a nerd. 100% nerd. God, Dan Brown surely has a signature way of wraping his three novels up: characters end up tangled in bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-113688404968518294?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113688404968518294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113688404968518294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2006/01/angels-and-demons.html' title='Angels and Demons'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113594249251577906</id><published>2005-12-30T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:50.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mano Po 4? / Ako legal Wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Title: Mano Po 4? / Ako Legal Wife! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Genre: Comedy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MTRCB Rating: PG-13 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rating: 3 stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plot: Through an arranged marriage, Elton Chong marries Chona, also a pure Chinese. Even after that Elton continues to live like a bachelor. In fact, Chona and his mistress Patty, a Filipino-Chinese, gave birth at the same time (which are both boys), much to Elton's exhaustion and confusion. Both Chona and Patty knew of each other's existence and pretty much accepted the situation. However, the two wives are thrown into disarray when Elton has shortened their agreed weekly schedules and was constantly buying expensive lingerie, pieces of jewelry and lately a condo unit. They soon discovered that their husband has a new mistress, Gloria, a pure Filipino who is younger and much much prettier than they are. Chona and Patty team up to rid off Gloria but to their dismay nothing really works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ending: Elton encounters a near fatal accident that renders him invalid from the waist down. The three women stayed by his side but Gloria calls it quits first reasoning that she's not welcome in no circumstances because she's got no Chinese blood in the first place. Hamilton admits that he's gay and his fiancée marries the guy she likes which is Hamilton's half-brother, Nixon. Gloria goes out with a new foreigner boyfriend. Invalid or not, Elton shows no sign of change, still having those carnal thoughts when a young woman walks by.&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Right. Mano Po movies are family sagas and so is this one. This is just the comedy version. Everything is just predictable. Superb cast yet a superficial plot. They all lived happily ever after. Oh well, it's a comedy movie. Props goes to John Prats for being the drag queen and to Zsa Zsa Padilla for being uh, funny. Funnier than Cherry Pie and Rufa Mae. Hehe. I laughed from the start till the end because of Chona and Hamilton. Yeah, it's really predictable and I'm really ok with that but I got so pissed off of the groupies. When Elton was in the hospital there were these women (about 20) who are the "other" mistresses. I understand it magnifies Elton's being a womanizer. Only, it doesn't get that effect. Heck, they're irritating! Not the least funny. They have these little high-pitched voices typical of a pre-school girl. God! Imagine if they talk at the same time or one after another? Bianca King, uh, memorized her script so well it shows. In fact, she sounds like reciting a memorized poem. I like her car, though. Nevertheless, just a good old laugh if you're looking for one. I'd prefer this 10 times over Enteng Kabisote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trailers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.) Big Time. Indie action movie. I don't know but I really like the feel of indie movies. And they're so ingenious! I just like the one they did towards the end of the trailer. It really caught my attention. (Michael de Mesa, Epi Quizon? ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.) 2050. American action movie. Reminds me of Chuck Norris and all the other old action movies. Heck, even Fernando Poe, Jr. Bless his soul. (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3.) The Family Stone. A Stone son introduces his girlfriend to his family. They don't like her. Typical. The catch, one member of the Stones (a guy) comes and favors the girlfriend. Only, they become too friendly I suspect they might end up with each other. Rachel McAdams is as always bitchy but I like her lines. A real smartass. (Sarah Jessica Parker, Rachel McAdams...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.) Rumor Has It. This man has slept with your grandmother, your mother and you're on the brink of going to bed with him, too! (Jennifer Aniston, Kevin Costner...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5.) Underworld Evolution. Sequel to, uh, Underworld. About vampires, a vampire reaching his true form and a wolf. The movie is wet, wet, wet but Kate Beckinsale is just sizzling hot. (Kate Beckinsale for starters...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6.) Beautiful Boxer. Set in Thailand I think. A deadly boxer is in fact err...gay. I forgot the tagline but it goes like this: Blah blah blah like a man, the heart of a woman. (@$!^ $%#$!$ ^%@&amp;*(, %5e*&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;@%25&amp;W@%5e&amp;amp;^*&amp;@% &amp;amp;W@ ^&amp;&amp;amp;$... Sorry, their names are quite hard to remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7.) Narnia. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I don't need the trailer to make me watch this. Critics say: Could make Harry Potter 4 have a run for its money. (Lion as himself, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8.) Mission Impossible: 3. Explosions hither and tither. The protagonist clad in expensive leather, rides a motorcycle then all of a sudden blasted some yards away. (Tom Cruise...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9.) Saint Ange. The first demonic possession documented in France. A girl is shown entering an old big house. While she was in the balcony the railings start to shake then a portion of the railings just detaches itself then drops to the first floor. She sees someone in the glass and...secret! (Didn't catch that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10.) Munich. If I haven't seen this trailer I wouldn't know that in 1972(?) Munich Olympics Palestinian terrorists killed some Israeli Olympians. From what I understood in the sneak peek the film picks up after that tragedy. (Eric Bana...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11.) Syriana. Movie about some sort of war between USA and Syria. Typically, this kind of movie would make middle-easterners look as if they're bullying the USA and the latter would be righteous and be triumphant in the end. Not that I hate Americans but please I've seen enough of this kind. Make some movies where the Russians or Germans or Middle East countries would be the good guys and I might just watch it. (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12.) Pink Panther. The world's most expensive diamond, the Pink Panther is stolen right in front of a vast audience. So they hire the most popular detective in the whole world to retrieve it. This detective happens to be a pathetic idiot with no talent whatsoever. (Beyoncé Knowles) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-113594249251577906?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113594249251577906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113594249251577906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/12/mano-po-4-ako-legal-wife.html' title='Mano Po 4? / Ako legal Wife!'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113515979486667838</id><published>2005-12-21T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For the record, in DLSU-M your profs will distribute your grades (in small printed cards, hence the name) on course card distribution day. For the record again, this is the day when profs play God. They let you whine, cry, chase, beg them to change your grades to 1.0 (if you got 0.0, a failing grade) and they'll never batt an eyelash or round-up your grade so you could end up in the Dean's List. Plus, it's the day where all sorts of hassle and evil stuff could possibly happen. Such a feat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived quite early for my schedule and I still had the urge to run around campus so I can personally talk to my computer prof before he starts giving out the cards. Not that I got a 0.0 but my prof has my friggin USB and he wouldn't return it to me! He wouldn't along with the others' USB. He owes me and that stopped me from running. I calmed myself down and tried thinking of tactics. Sweet talk? No. Vitiate consent by intimidation? Hell no. Violence? No..but I would like to. Cry? Definitely not. Lie? Maybe a bit. He arrived and smugly said: "For those who submiited their softwares in a USB thanks a lot I wouldn't return it anymore!" Can you believe how off-his-rocker this prof is? He started giving out the cards. I looked at mine. 3.0. Not bad. After all the cards were given out, I went to him asking about the USB. He insisted they needed all the projects for documentation, thus, goodbye to my USB. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malin: How large is my software?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Evil Spawn aka Computer Prof: Under 1mb, I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Malin: Good. Sir, can I have the USB? Since the CD doesn't work and it's such a small file then I can transfer it to a diskette.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Evil Spawn aka Computer Prof: I'll talk to you after the hour is done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. That was good. I didn't even sweet talk or cry! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop is the dean's office. Well, I have no business here but it's so hot outside. I saw quite a number of people inside. Turns out, its advance adjustment and only for BSA studs. How lucky could I get? I am entitled to advance adjustment and I'm a BSA student! Got a number, enjoyed the hum of the air-con while waiting for my turn, said hi to some people I recognized. I was giving Ms. Beth my ID number but she said I ain't got no clearance so I can't advance adjust. What the? My account says I have an overdue account in the library! I paid for my overdue in the lib and went back to the dean's. I have no clearance for just a friggin PHP 6.00 which in the first place I do not know how I incurred! Damn the school lib! I sat down determined to repeat the process over again. And that's when he came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Out at the corner of my eye I saw three people enter the office. Tall people. One of them a female. I sniffed the faint smell of a signature perfume. A guy's perfume. I lifted my head up to have the full view of that guy. OMG! It's BJ Manalo. I hate to say this but well..I was foolishly gaping at him. I couldn't believe my eyes. But I'm quite proud that my jaw didn't drop. Sure, I always see UAAP stars, models, artists, etc. in school but I'm not prepared for a BJ Manalo. He graduated even before I entered DLSU-M. But he's so famous! A UAAP star through and through. Blue Eaglet then a Green Archer. Yes, he's a student-athlete but he's a student first before an athlete. You get what I mean? That's the reason why I admire him so much. The face is a big big bonus. BIG. He was with his lovely wife whom he married just a year ago, I think. He stayed for quite some time catching up with Ms. Beth and the others. I was glad for the first time that I got an overdue account in the lib. All through out the time he was there, I can hear myself in my head, saying over and over again like a pirated CD, "Shit, OMG! Shit, OMG!..." He gave Ms. Beth a pack of choco chip cookies. How I wish he gave it to me. He then walked over to us (OMG!) then said (and smiled, too..), "Good Afternoon, fellow La Sallians. I'll give you something. It's not much but consider it as my Christmas gift." BJ Manalo is giving us gifts! He gave out green papers with something printed on it and candy canes! Good thing I was sane enough to say a meek Thank You when he gave one to me. Our eyes met and we fell in love...kidding! I swear I'll never eat that candy cane! I really am dead serious. He said goodbyes to everyone including us. I read the paper. OH. I forgot that BJ Manalo is also religious. I frantically dug in my bag for the cellphone and told Cams all of it. I really loved this term's CCDD. Oh dear! I never felt so silly in the longest time. So silly of me to behave like a dazed school girl. But hey, I still am a school girl! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-113515979486667838?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113515979486667838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113515979486667838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/12/crash-into-you.html' title='Crash Into You'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113483928367449672</id><published>2005-12-18T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Bree</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.yahoo.com/config/login?/http://imagehost.bizhat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting by www.NetFreeHost.com" src="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/users_thumb/6123/hotlink_cross2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia Cross as Bree Van de Kamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect wife, mother, and housekeeper, and just a bit of a control freak. Everyone admires you, but maybe they're just a little bit afraid of you. Step away from the souffle, ease up on the hairspray, and learn to go with the flow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree happens to be my favorite character in Desperate Housewives. She can make the Stepford Wives have a run for their money. Bree to me is just perfect. But that's just on the surface. Bree is the character I can mostly identify myself with. Obsessive compulsive, perfectionist, neat freak, lacks emotions, unorthodox bitch, classic dresser. I was totally gobsmacked when I first watched Desperate Housewives. I was like OMG! Bree is just what I imagined myself to be doing in the future. Well, almost..sans the cheating husband I daresay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;**********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Plug: &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/quiz/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-113483928367449672?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113483928367449672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113483928367449672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-bree.html' title='I&apos;m a Bree'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113419164111509783</id><published>2005-12-10T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can literally smell(?) the end of the second trimester. Just 3 more final exams and 2 group projects due next week and I'm free. We're done with the marketing plan. We've been brewing our marketing mix aka product, place, price and promotion (the infamous 4 p's) for 3 months. Just quite recently (maybe a month ago) we've changed our product idea which brings the total product ideas to three. Well, the last two came from me and the original one from Stacy. (1) Comb-A-Gel aka a comb that ejects (did I get the term right?) gel from its bristles. Dropped it because making the prototype is nerve wracking. (2) Flavored ricecakes! It's gross! Imagine eating ricecakes in cookies and cream flavor? Eeew! I can't believe I've thought of this. Dropped it because we don't know how to cook ricecakes in the first place. (3) Sand-Art Brownies. It's not really new. I've been receiving this thing for Christmas since forever. I just thought that it looks good and the easiest to do of them all. For our product and our marketing plan we got a whopping 3.5! And I also got a whopping 3.5 for the defense! I could've kissed my prof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/show.php?id=107053" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting by www.NetFreeHost.com" hspace="5" src="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/users_thumb/6123/thumb_picture1.png" vspace="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/show.php?id=107054" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting by www.NetFreeHost.com" hspace="5" src="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/users_thumb/6123/thumb_picture2.png" vspace="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/show.php?id=107074" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting by www.NetFreeHost.com" hspace="5" src="http://imagehost.bizhat.com/users_thumb/6123/thumb_9101picture3.png" vspace="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looove these commercials as of the moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) FedEx (underwater dudes holding metal planks so FedEx guy can walk over the water)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.) I, Manila (I always see this in Discovery Travel and Living, cute song and Manila looks great in this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3.) Malaysia Truly Asia (When I see this I so want to pack up and go into an island vacation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.) Pampers(?) (the one where Donna Cruz sings, love that song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5.) Globe Posible (for the 23rd SEA games)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6.) Pink CreamSilk (for the 23rd sea games, the wushu girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7.) Close-Up to Film (just love the concept)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8.) Sunsilk(?) (the picnic one; the damned song is soo good but i don't know the title though) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand those Sunsilk Touch Flicks encourages me to change channels immediately. The sample touch flicks are way way better than the actual ones. Bloody hair stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be happy if your prof gives you a take home exam. Chances are, the take home exam is WAY WAY harder than the regular exams. Marketing finals is take home. I don't know where they get the enthusiasm to make such hard quessies even the textbook would look dumb. My only consolation is that there are choices (which all seem to be correct to me) and I can answer it with my classmates and flunk with them. Of course, the items are hard but there are quessies which are just kind of out of place. Really absurd if you ask me. Examples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-cola should be emulated in terms of advertising and promotions because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a.) They are the most recognizable brand in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;b.) They are the one who have the biggest market share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;c.) They have the biggest budget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;d.) Never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.) Their advertising is cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mission-vision statement of De La Salle University is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a.) Academic excellence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;b.) Being a man for others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;c.) God, Family, Business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d.) Animo La Salle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e.) Religio, Mores, Cultura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi captured market share from Coke during the great depression because it catered to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a.) Depressed People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;b.) Frustrated People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;c.) Poor People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;d.) Crazy People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e.) None of the above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this nutters?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-113419164111509783?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113419164111509783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113419164111509783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/12/marketing-blues.html' title='Marketing Blues'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113290870380930287</id><published>2005-11-25T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:50.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tide that Left and Never Came Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I made a a great milestone last Monday. Err, for the first time in my life, I've lost my fone. A crook took it of course! I'm not dumb to must have left it somewhere else. I shan't speak of it because I just get lonely over the loss of my 4-year old SIM card. Yes folks, I'm not bothering over the fone. I haven't seen the thief but Stacy did so I shall never know if someone I just passed by is the one. My poor SIM card.. gone forever. Dammit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm quite enjoying the loss of it. I did feel sad but just for several hours. After that, it's like for the first time since I bought my cellphone, I was not hounded by text messages asking about assignments, schedules, profs, deadlines, nos. of my other contacts, invitations, movie dates. I've been having my sort of peace by four days now and I'm planning to extend it until next week maybe. How do I manage to still meet my committments without the fone? My beloved friend Stacy sends them my word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I were having breakfast at Mcdo's when the conversation turned to suicide. (Nice topic to wake you up really) She asked me if while I was still in high school someone committed suicide. I remember suicide is not the fad back in high school getting pregnant is. Several girls in my batch popularized it. Someone a batch lower than Jamie's killed herself. Oh the horror! I wouldn't have minded so much that she committed suicide because of her ex but the way she did it was just so... She hanged herself in the tree in front of her ex-boyfriend's house! Before she did it, she called the guy asking him to look out on his window and when he did, she did it. It was too late when the guy tried to rescue her. Really creepy and original. The best way to make your ex feel guilty and traumatized for the rest of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-113290870380930287?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113290870380930287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113290870380930287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/11/tide-that-left-and-never-came-back.html' title='The Tide that Left and Never Came Back'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113127449884602967</id><published>2005-11-06T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:49.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Title: Song by Dashboard Confessional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck by what I think is a really briliant idea. Err, I've thought to use song titles as titles for my blog entries. I think it's neat. Maybe if I decide I have time for this, I'll restate the titles of all my past entries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Today is ITBBD. ITBBD is I'm-Totally-Bummed-and-Bored-Day. It's Sunday today. And because its Sunday, usually Mom is not in the mood to cook. Hence, we shall eat somewhere else. And today she's in the mood to not to cook at all, afterall there's always SM or ATC. Oh dear, I was dreading we're going to eat at Sorabol again. I think we've dined there for about 4 straight weeks already! Turns out, she's finally over the Sorabol-is-my-flavor-of-the-month syndrome. She wants us to try a new place (recommended by one of her friends) where they have the the best dumplings and you can even try to pair it up with rice for just 38 Php. When I hear of cheap food and one that also tastes good my head reels and I instantly want to run where that resto is. I'm fed up with fastfood and the restos around taft ave that I should try something else. PaoTsin is the name of place and its situated in my least favorite place in the mall -- the supermarket!! By this time, I was like "Mommy, we have nowhere to sit down!" She was really insisting on PaoTsin and that the dumplings were great. I told her that if we can't find somewhere to sit we should find another place. As if some evil powers that be intervened, the family sitting in one table got up to leave. I don't like it there. The place is not conducive to eating. People with a cartful of groceries go milling in front of you at the same time shouting at their toddlers. Plus it's plastic tables and chairs. The kind of tables and chairs where you stack them above one another. Grrr. So, I had no choice. I ordered crabmeat dumplings with rice. The rice was green! Oh yes, it is! I wonder how on earth did they color rice green! But I think it tasted OK with a hint of ginger. My supposed to be crabmeat dumplings was in fact pork dumplings! I told the counter girl it wasn't crabmeat but she told me it is. All throughout my meal I never tasted crabmeat in it. As far as I know, I haven't got defective tastebuds! My meal is horrible..more like a nightmare perhaps. I swear I'll never eat at PaoTsin anymore or any food stalls near the supermarket ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't end there. Mommy was determined to make my day much worse! she was a bit pissed that we didn't quite like the lunch she suggested. She went into defensive mode lecturing us (in hushed and half-serious tones of course) that when they were little (which is a hundred years ago, I joked) they didn't have the luxury we have today. They mostly ate green and leafy vegetables which really tasted awful which in my opinion is not really that awful. In fact, I quite like their vegetarian diet. She dashed inside the supermarket to get cereals, ice cream and pork (I really hate going to the grocery) and made us accompany her (see, it couldn't be much worse than this). I saved myself by going to the section where they have back issues of mags and sampling new food products. By the time Mommy emerged from the hell that is the supermarket, I bought 3 back issues of Vogue and a Teen Vogue and drank one cup of free instant coffee. It's such a relief that at least you can do something else inside the supermarket aside from examining brands and prices.&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/12278420-113127449884602967?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113127449884602967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113127449884602967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/11/places-you-have-come-to-fear-most.html' title='The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-113093157962892929</id><published>2005-11-02T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:49.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 08 Chapter 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 29th was Mariam's debut.  Of course, I was there.  I'll be damned if I weren't.  I wore this green shantung empire cut dress.  In self-critique I think I looked OK save for some flabs I developed (but it's not showing so it doesn't really count).  The venue was the Palms Country Club and it is in itself a status symbol so I won't elaborate on it.  It's my first time there so my jaw dropped about an inch.  Mind you, it's really sleek and sophisticated.  Everything in Mariam's debut is just perfect.  What every Barbie doll loving girl (or even not) would imagine.  Spacious (and freezing grand ballroom), heavenly food, pink fairy theme with pink curtains, pink candles, pink tablecloth, pink dress.  It's a pinkaholic's night.  When Mariam entered the grand ballroom, I suddenly had the recollection of Shrek because of her headress.  I'm not being mean!  I'm just telling the truth!  But she still looks lovely (I'm honest, really).  After that, fleeting moment of hilariousness, it makes me want to have my own debut, too!  Who wouldn't if everything is so lovely?!  But just like Shrek that just lasted for just a couple of minutes because dinner is served.  I'm totally gobsmacked by the food!  California Maki and all other great-tasting stuff which names I really don't care to remember.  The best meal I've had in a couple of months.  Good thing most of it is seafood so I don't really have to worry.  Oh, and by the way, any girl who doesn't know Mikhail like we do would dig his husky voice but she has to have her back towards him when he does that or else she'll snap right out of it as soon as poor girl sees how he abuses the mike stand.  My God, I had difficulty placing the song he did because he started it by singing (if you can call it that way) "Ho, ho, ho, hooo!"  I had the eeerie feeling that Mikhail is trying to be Santa's protege.  So we spent the evening catching up with each other, tackling Ivy's quarter life crisis (which she finally resolved, thank God!) and eating Maki and ocassionally ignoring Mikhail is still up there doing his "thing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't changed my layout yet.  I've downloaded a pre-made.  I don't know if my HTML coding is rusty but I have a hard time tweaking the codes of a div layers and tables layout.  Plus, the pre-made is for a website.  So, my neurons have to stretch their capacity a little more.  Good luck to my half-dead neurons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed my 10 hours of church service at last!  Thanks a bunch.  I've done it by going to mass twice in one Sunday (such a feat) and sneaking into Ivy's to watch some flicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flicks watched last sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:  If Only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rating:  4/5 stars &amp; a bucket of tears from Ivy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plot:  Boyfriend loses Girlfriend in a car accident but he's given a chance to relive that day one more time.  He desperately tries to prevent the accident from happening but things still happen just like yesterday (which is really today) just in a different manner.  Boyfriend gets desperate (coz he cannot escape what is fated to happen) and makes the day really special (Boy, they did a lot that day!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ending: Boyfriend dies instead.  Girlfriend moves out from their apartment and ends up singing in a pub.  Ivy cries in the final 10 minutes or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comment:  Good thing you didn't kill both of them and pissed me big time.  I love the cab driver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:  Amityville Horror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rating:  2.5/5 stars &amp; the "bitin" feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plot:  Wife and her new Husband bought a big big house in Amityville (DUH?!) in which a massacre of a whole family happened a year before.  Apparently, one member of the Defeos did it because of hearing voices egging him to do it.  In 28 days, the Lutzes have bizarre experiences due to the murdered family and the 20 slaves also killed there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ending: Husband and Wife discover what really happened in their big big estate on different instances which leads them to Ketcham.  Ketcham is an American missionary who tortured twenty slaves (think Chainsaw Massacre) in the basement and then slashed his own throat so that his horrific memories would remain in that forsaken house forever. Husband was about to kill all of them until he was smacked by his own wife with his own shotgun in the head &amp; the jaw.  The Lutzes were able to escape.  Of course, Wife brought Husband along in their escape for he was simply possessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comments:  Ketcham would have been my favorite character if he was given more screen time.  Just like that?  The ending lacks something.  I really don't know if I'm supposed to believe this but nevertheless, still watched the silly movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:  A Cinderella Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rating: 5 Groans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plot:  You know it.  Cinderella is now Sam and Prince is now Austin.  Cinderella left her cellular phone instead of her glass slippers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ending:  Even if Prince turns out to be a big jerk Cinderella still accepts him in the end.  She discovers the last will of her Father and surprise!  Everything is left to her and nada for her Stepmom and Stepsisters.  She gets accepted to Princeton University with Prince.  And they lived happily ever after. DUH! DUH! DUH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comments:  Been there, watched that.  Teen flicks are just the same they just change the title, right? Right.  I hate Hill Duff for smooching with Chad Michael Murray sooo damn many times.  And it keeps on repeating and repeating.  Damn it!  And the ultimate question is why do I even watch it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about me is that I still do things even they annoy me provided that I can extract a little entertainment.  One instance is from above and another is watching A Simple Life [Interns].  I mean entertainment by 2 things.  Entertainment because they're actually hilarious and entertainment because I enjoy their knack for stupidity.  Aside from admiring their Gucci handbags and Prada boots I'm pretty much annoyed of the pair.  As of press time they're waging war against each other.  In the show, Nicole to me is way way meaner.  But Paris is just as bitchy in "real" life.  They're like aliens masking to be human beings mingling with ordinary people.  They pretty much share the same things and even a brain (if there's one that is..).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  This is full of gossip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton and Paris Latsis broke their 5-month engagement!  Where the heck is their $5 Million engagement ring?!  Damn it!  I hope they grow a brain and donate that ring to Africa.  Now that would be gorgeous.  That's it!  If you hate someone you'll follow them closely gloating over their big slips.  I'm so mean, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad Michael Murray and Sophia Bush are going to divorce after just 5 months of marriage!  Now, what will happen to that show One Tree Hill?  Too bad I really like this show.  Too bad Chad is such a jerk both in reel and real deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..I'm watching too much ETC and reading the Hollywood gossip section too much..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-113093157962892929?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113093157962892929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/113093157962892929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/11/volume-08-chapter-01.html' title='Volume 08 Chapter 01'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112841492150373629</id><published>2005-10-04T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:49.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 07 Chapter 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tom Cruise + Katie Holmes = Tomkat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Affleck + Jennifer Garner = Bennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt + Angelina Jolie = Bradelina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harhar. J.Lo is really err creative. Or perhaps she thinks she's wasting so much breath pronouncing the individual words so why not fuse it into one word. Bradelina is my personal favorite. Sounds like some rich whinny little brat. I can't think of anything to blog. *Blehblehbleh* I came accross this stupid names while doing a little research on Tom Cruise's religion (which principles are criticized as cultish) Scientology (which sounds to me as some new branch of science; something spectacular like genetics and nanotechnology).  Ok I'll stop now.  This is seriously a torture to my little brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112841492150373629?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112841492150373629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112841492150373629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/10/volume-07-chapter-02.html' title='Volume 07 Chapter 02'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112813261823595523</id><published>2005-10-01T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:49.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 07 Chapter 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My younger brother seems to be gifted with the hand of destruction.  Unfortunately, this year must be with the most number of casualties.  Heck, I think he must be trying to break his very own record.  The list so far:  digital camera (so that I can never take pictures of err..plants and myself), 2 PS2 controllers (so that there's only one controller left and we have to kill each other who gets to play first) and the laptop (so that I cannot go online as much as before).  Yesteraday I caught him jabbing at the remote furiously.  I wrestled the poor thing from him just in time before he adds it to his list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  Does anyone of you know someone who can fix a laptop?  Please please let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate speech class.  I'm not cut for making speeches.  It's not that I get stage fright or anything of the sort.  It's just that when I make impromptu speeches ideas come in leaps and bounds that I can no longer compose my thoughts.  Last year I found myself blurting out the wrong thing that the prof was looking at me incredoously thinking that I must be the biggest dimwit in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have speech class again this year.  This may be the year that I might start liking speech class.  I don't know but I have the gut feeling that I might, I just might make my speeches look more organized. Heh.  Thank god that the english department decided to switch our first prof with another one.  The new one is more helpful and organized.  But I don't like her that much the moment she introduced herself.  One moment she speaks British-English then the next American-English.  I was like "Can't you not make up your mind?"  I somehow got used to her shifting between the two.  And when she notices that we have question marks written all over our faces she tells us what the phrase/word means in British.  She looks like she's quite enjoying herself but I couldn't care less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I amazed myself last week.  I finished reading 4 paperbacks!  All in just one week!  Oh well, they're gifts for my 18th birthday.  People are nice enough to give me books even though they cost quite much.  So, I have to do justice to them and read all of them right away before I get lazy again.  These are the titles I've finished:  Confessions of a Shopaholic, Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, Shopaholic Ties The Knot and The Da Vinci code.  I want to laugh when I remember the look on my Mum's face when she saw The Da Vinci Code which Ivy gave me.  Mum looked like as if Ivy and me are devil-worshippers.  Mothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112813261823595523?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112813261823595523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112813261823595523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/10/volume-07-chapter-01.html' title='Volume 07 Chapter 01'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112402314662971498</id><published>2005-08-14T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:49.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 05 Chapter 03</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny, isn't it?  When you've done possibly anything, everything you can to build up the confidence you have right now..the faith that you can do it all, then something/someone/somebody/a group of people comes along and crushes you, making you hate yourself in the end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Current Moods:  Scream-y, Distraught, Lonely, Wants to be Lonely..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112402314662971498?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112402314662971498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112402314662971498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/08/volume-05-chapter-03.html' title='Volume 05 Chapter 03'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112340469980864723</id><published>2005-08-07T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:48.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 05 Chapter 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red Planet is about to be spectacular! This month and next, Earth is catching up with Mars in an encounter that will culminate in the closest approach between the two planets in recorded history. The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287. Due to the way Jupiter's gravity tugs on Mars and perturbs its orbit, astronomers can only be certain that Mars has not come this close to Earth in the last 5,000 years, but it may be as long as 60,000 years before it happens again.The encounter will culminate on August 27th when Mars comes to within 34,649,589 miles of Earth and will be (next to the moon) the brightest object in the night sky. It will attain a magnitude of -2.9 and will appear 25.11 arc seconds wide. At a modest 75-power magnification Mars will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. Mars will be easy to spot. At the beginning of August it will rise in the east at 10p.m. and reach its azimuth at about 3 a.m.By the end of August, when the two planets are closest, Mars will rise at nightfall and reach its highest point in the sky at 12:30a.m. That's pretty convenient to see something that no human being has seen in recorded history.So, mark your calendar at the beginning of August to see Mars grow progressively brighter and brighter throughout the month.Share this with others as no one alive today will ever see this again.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you happen to receive this e-mail about Mars then forget about it. It's a hoax. You'll just waste your time looking at the night sky this August and seeing *gah* nothing! The message applies to the year 2003, not 2005. But do not fret. Mars will indeed be bright and on display in 2005, but the best show is in October, not August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a snippet about Mars from San Francisco Sidewalk Astronomers: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some versions of this message exclaim in huge letters, "Mars will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye." Again, this is false. You can indeed see Mars with your naked eye, but it looks similar to a very bright star, light reddish-orange or copper in color. It will never appear as large as the Moon, and to see any features on its surface you will need a telescope. Here's the good news. Mars in 2005 will indeed be close — not as close as in 2003, but in many ways the 2005 opposition is better for viewing in the northern hemisphere. Mars' closest approach will be on October 29 in 2005, and this year it will be much further north on the ecliptic. That means it will be higher in the sky than it was in 2003.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Photo of Mars taken in July 26, 2005:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/120/385/1600/mars_072605_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/120/385/320/mars_072605_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112340469980864723?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112340469980864723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112340469980864723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/08/volume-05-chapter-02.html' title='Volume 05 Chapter 02'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112339728868282986</id><published>2005-08-07T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:48.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 05 Chapter 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was still in my freshie year, my psychology teacher almost always tells us that lost sleep cannot be recovered.  So if you slept only 3 hours yesterday and tried to catch up by sleeping 12 hours straight today it will do nothing.  That 3-hour sleep has caused irreparable damage to your brain.  In a week, I average about 3 days of less than 5 hours of sleep. In a particular issue of reader's digest I've read that when you usually oversleep/sleep for long periods it's a sign that you are sick.  When I analyze it, I never sleep for eight hours regularly at all. It's between sleeping less than 5 hours and more than 10 hours.  I have made considerable damage to my brain and on top of that I am sick of something.  Great.  Just great.  With what's happening to me lately maybe I'm feeling the effects of my stupid sleeping habits.  I keep forgetting my stuff.  I forgot to bring money to school last Monday good thing my wallet still has enough.  Wednesday, I forgot to prepare an acetate of my solutions to be presented to class that I had no other choice but to rely on the answer key.  Thursday, I almost lost my ring because I left it somewhere I can't remember.  I was relieved when my brother got home from school and told me he found my ring in the bathroom.  Friday, I placed my wet umbrella beside my feet so that I would remember to get it when I go down from the bus.  Alas! I was not able to pick it up anymore because the stupid thing rolled [maybe] under my seat obscured from my view.  I only realized I've left it in the bus when I was in the tricycle.  Poor me.  I had to walk in the rain without an umbrella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112339728868282986?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112339728868282986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112339728868282986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/08/volume-05-chapter-01.html' title='Volume 05 Chapter 01'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112279745575208731</id><published>2005-07-31T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:48.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My laptop decided to crash down last night. T_T. Don't ask me how I feel because that laptop is just 2 months old it's not supposed to get sick. And all my files are there! Good thing I am such an OC almost all of it has a back up in my brother's pc and I already burned all the manga I downloaded. I made my brother my slave asking him to install this and that. Hehe. The only program I was not able to get back is Adobe Photoshop. Everytime I re-install it, a stupid error message pops out and aborts the setup. Would somebody be a love and lend me their copy of CS 9.0? Hmmm. Aside from that I lost my new record [as of yesterday] of getting 3 million + in 3d Pinball. Oh well, I love playing pinball so much it's not much of a bother to set records. About 5 images that I first edited in photoshop were also lost in oblivion. I have a strong affiliation with my firsts that even when they're ugly I still keep them. T_T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the schedule I wanted for the second term in the last online enrollment. Come to think of it, I was never the one who enrolled myself in all of the last online enrollments. It's always a blockmate of mine and this time it's Stacy. I am so glad that I am still in the priority enrollment it's rare the class I want to get in closes. I so badly want to be in the advanced enrollment but that means I have to be on school paper [the most probable that I can be], be a memeber of the pastoral office [which I really doubt], be an officer of the club [1/100 probability since I hate extra work] or be a student council officer [never ever]. I have a freakin' good schedule I can watch UAAP games live in Araneta again! Haha. Ummm, I started my second to the last submodeule in accounting last Friday. I'm not going to rant anymore about being an accounting major but I am counting the days that are left in the first term. Less than 30 days to go and I'll take the validating exams and I'm free! Weee! Come second term, watch me invade the dean's list! I promise myself I'm not going to be a slacker anymore. I am definitely going to make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am planning of buying space and a domain name. Wala lang. It's just that I want to make everything more 'me.' So, I don't have to follow any rules [making a porn site, eh? ^^] and I can hone my programming skills to my heart's content. [Note: everyone should learn PHP. Trust me it's really useful.] I am planning of making a webmaster's resources site. I like designing templates so much it's time to showcase it to the world. But I really don't know, not yet finalized. Financially, it's not going to hurt me much because web hosting is not that expensive. My main problem is that I have limited time to make updates on it because I'm already taking my majors. Darn. How I wish I was still in high school I have all the time in the world to make mundane things. And I haven't thought of a domain name yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting addicted to Ichigo 100% manga! Daryl, if you're reading this I give you the thumbs-up to download the scanlation! I dunno but the manga is way way better than the TV adaptation. The only downside to it is some boring parts you want to sleep so badly and there are a bunch of girls to choose from. I am no sucker for Love Hina-ish stories. It's ok with just a love triangle. But 3 girls is way too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;----------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is the last day for the month of July. But what I'm going to tell is not related to that. I went bloghopping as usual. &lt;a href="http://theamane.blogspot.com"&gt;Thea&lt;/a&gt; had this amazing idea of attaching short descriptions to her friends' links. Of course there's somebody who'll win your attention first. Thea put "quiet poetic" beside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coolbryce.blogspot.com"&gt;Bryce's&lt;/a&gt; link so I figured that he must be that good for Thea to describe him as such. Geez. He's so good. Even the adjective good is an understatement how amazing his posts are. I really can't describe how he writes. He uses simple words yet they move you so much. I wanted to cry when I read "My Heart and I" and "Contagious Contentment." He makes me wonder what else is running inside that brilliant mind of his. &lt;/div&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/12278420-112279745575208731?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112279745575208731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112279745575208731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-11.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 11'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112212613296035507</id><published>2005-07-23T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:48.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes you'll learn a lot from the most simple of things. It can be your favorite pillow, your cute little dog or an inspirational book. My whole life I have been commuting to and fro school. Got used to being stranded, always annoyed of the heavy traffic, endured long moments of not uttering anything. Yet these moments when I am in a bus that I have contemplated on a lot of matters bugging me, realized a lot of things and made decisions. When you're riding the bus a lot of things do happen and they're different adventures everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel independent when I ride the bus. Yes I do. When I first got to DLSU without any help, forgive me for being so mababaw, but I felt so proud of myself. I got that far on my own! My Dad even offered to hire a driver so I don't have to hassle myself of commuting. Hell no! I ditched that lame idea. I was never raised to be the pampered princess and I'll never be one. Even when I see a lot of students who have sundos I never feel ashamed that I am riding the bus. I have this kind of thinking that those who have drivers to fetch them are 'kids' who can't get on their own around the metro. Sorry, but most of the time it's true. For the life of me, I never wanted to look like a stupid whining brat. Totally uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never miss this one: passengers fighting with each other or passenger(s) fighting with the conductor. I don't know but why are some people so shallow or should I say have attention deficiency. One time a passenger hit the head of another passenger accidentally then the former said he was truly sorry. OMG. The other passenger can't snap out of it then started screaming at the poor man saying he did it on purpose blah blah blah. Of course the man was embarassed but in the end who do you think has the more embarassing behavior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't expect the person sitting beside you to be extra-friendly. As soon as the words 'sa La Salle po' escaped my lips, this woman looked at me with an odd expression on her face then introduced herself. Her name's Anna. Then started asking stuff about me then more about my school. I was attacked by a barrage of questions like: 'Sa La Salle ka ba talaga nag-aaral?' 'Pinakamahal tuition nyo diba? Magkano?' 'Ano trabaho ng parents mo? Siguro mayaman kayo ano?' 'Huh? Ano? Hinde kayo mayaman? Paano ka nakakapag-aral dun?' 'Mahirap ba entrance exam dun?' 'Bawal ba magsuot ng blue sa inyo?' 'Marami ba gwapo dun?' 'Hinde? Eh, mga tanga marame?' I tried my darnedest not to laugh at her mundane questions but I have to be polite and so I patiently answered every question she hurled at me. Well, I have to be thankful that in one particular trip to school I don't have to keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I do have a ride when a guy almost took advantage of me. It was not traumatic but I have learned not to put my guard down. It happened a couple of days after being discharged from the hospital. I was in the three-seater but there's only two of us. How could you expect someone to sit so closely to you to the point of crushing you? His left elbow is poking me in the ribs the pain is almost killing me [I kind of have complications in the liver or was it lungs when I had dengue]. I thought it was just so because he was snoozing so I tried deflecting his elbow by pushing it with my right elbow. Guess what? He was resisting me and he's just pretending to be asleep. He edged more closely to me so he'll literally break my ribs. So I told him [in a nice way] that I was just discharged from the hospital and that I have complications in the liver[lungs?] and please do not poke me in the ribs. Ok he moved about an inch away. After some seconds he placed his hand on my knees. To tell you, I suddenly sat bolt upright at that moment. So sorry but this is not the time to be nice. I spoke to him [in a threatening tone], "Really, do you have to place your hand on my knees when you sleep? If you do that again, You'll be sure I'll scream." You know what he told me? He told me that I am so mataray and that I do not know when to have fun. Have fun? Is the feeling fun when somebody touches you when you do not want it? The nerve of that perverted guy. Thankfully, he transferred to another seat in the hope of finding another lady who'll be glad to be poked in the ribs and be touched in the knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used the student's fare save for about 3 instances when my blockmate urged me to. It's not that I do not know how to use my rights as a student but more like I wanted to help to the point of pitying the bus drivers and conductors. With prices soaring everyday and sky-high prices of diesel you'll feel sorry for them. Who else would help your fellowmen but you. In a time of crisis like now, helping each other is the best way we could survive. Everyday, around 10 pesos goes to my little charity. One time the conductor automatically asked me if I'll take the student's fare, I told him no. What's ten pesos when you know you can help lighten their worries even without them knowing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have an equal share of people suddenly coming up in the bus and soliciting [and sometimes singing complete with a guitar and a tambourine] for their foundation for the [insert name of illness here]. I never gave a peso to any of them. They're not worth it. Honestly I think they're just bogus foundations trying to leech on us. If some of them are really true then just assume that I am feeling selfish that day. Life is so hard right now that people would use any means just to put food on their mouths everyday. Pathetic but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never miss this one too. A man/woman holding a bible preaching about the end of the world, God's great love for us, how we are saved from our sins. I never dared think of them as posers using the name of God in vain. I used to. But you can't blame me now because right after their preaching [or more like of scaring people to be religious right now because tomorrow might be the end of the world] they'll go around with envelopes asking a nifty little help for their so called foundation/church ministry. The hell. If you're so dedicated in the service of God, you'll never ask anything in return for spreading His words. The word of God is free and not with a fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most buses have TVs. If the television is not on then there's the radio. If there's no TV and no radio, it's just not your luck day today. I have no choice but to watch the news, darna, sugo, encantadia. If there's no TV then I equally have to endure cheesy mushy songs, double-meaning songs, sexbomb or viva hotbabes songs. Like I have high tolerance for those. These things make me wanna have an apple i-pod so badly. Mind you, I've not only learned to shut my mouth for long periods but I quite learned how to shut my ears from hearing what's happening around my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're riding a bus, chances are, some people are talking quite loudly than usual that their story seems to be meant for all the people. You'll hear sorts about their uncaring parents, cheater boyfriends, a flying cockroach that almost killed them of fright, their new job, his cool girlfriend. Sometimes they make me envy that they're so lucky but sometimes you do feel luckier than any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing interesting while riding the bus, then the best thing you can do is do a self-examination. I do this often. Most of the time I review what has happened to me that day, finding anything special. Sometimes I reminisce about the past and I constantly find what if's and if only's. I make decisions. May it be about going to the mall, the shirt I'm going to wear to school tomorrow or if I'm going to call up a friend mine. I realized how beautiful the sunset is and there's an added factor when you're speeding away and staring at the beutiful horizon. All this and more, only when you're riding a bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112212613296035507?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112212613296035507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112212613296035507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-10.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 10'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112118753652513813</id><published>2005-07-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:48.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 09</title><content type='html'>From Malin's thought bubble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not a great fan of politics. I hate rallies. I am apathetic most of the time. There are a number of reasons why GMA should step down. But there is one reason why she should not step down: "WALANG DIN MATINONG PAPALIT!" Damn. I really hate politics. Everybody wants to be president. Everytime they find fault on the current president they call for impeachment, snap elections and those huge rallies everyday. Are Filipinos stupid? I think mostly are. So much for democracy. If one day GMA would want to take a walk in the streets of Manila maybe she could get killed just like...ummm...argh! Shet! Who was that roman [or was it greek?] official who was killed in the streets because the people loathed him so much? Darn. Pati history nabobo na ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday when I was about to scan my id I noticed a lot of abs-cbn labeled cars parked around DLSU. A lot of cars than usual in fact. Climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor wanting to go to the chapel when I saw the place packed with lots of mediamen and students. Wow! What's going on? Surely, there's no big event about DLSU today. Then curious me went and tried to see what was the commotion all about. OMG. It's CORY! As in Corazon Aquino. Yey. Finally, I saw a president of the Philippines. Apparently there was a mass for peace and renewal aka GMA should resign mass. Cory went for looking for allies and she found DLSU. Bro. Armin just announced that the stand of DLSU is that GMA should step down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;McDonald's French Fries or Jollibee Crispy Fries? Mcdo! Mcdo! Sheesh. Jollibee, whatever you do, your fries wouldn't come even close to Mcdo's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112118753652513813?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112118753652513813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112118753652513813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-09.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 09'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112118246167575113</id><published>2005-07-12T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:47.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday will be our business case defense. Wish me luck. There are a gazillion loads of work to do: research work, paper work, powerpoint presentation, practicing my speech for the part assigned to me. Usually I am quite helpful i.e. sharing my analysis, offering to do the editing but I can't find the synch to do that. Because all my energy is spent on hating a particular groupmate. Grrr. I hate it when he repeats whatever I/my other groupmates just said. We're not deaf, more importantly don't try being our echo. It's extremely annoying. I never experienced working with this guy before but he's quite popular. Why? He tries to look smart saying he knows this and that, will research on this, will edit this, will do the reporting on this, will do this but in the actual reporting you'll discover he did substantial work. Low-quality work. He can't even adlib! I watched their defense last time and the group leader ended up repeating everything! Maybe he got some bad case of stage fright. One day, when I finally snap, I'll tell him the URL of my blog so he can read how much I hate him! Truth is, all my mod blockmates are annoyed of him but I didn't hate him because all of them do but he is just good at annoying the people around him. God help me. I know I am being mean but I can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112118246167575113?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112118246167575113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112118246167575113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-08.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 08'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112117939295433658</id><published>2005-07-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:47.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is not the first time I broke a promise to myself.  Ah, promises are always made to be broken.  I have no self-discipline talaga.  But I'd rather lose self-discipline than go insane thinking of what will happen.  While reviewing for my compre exams in accounting last Sunday I tried so hard to restrain myself from watching the UAAP.  I tried my darnedest last Saturady and won but Sunday's game is damn hard to resist.  Why not?  If your school is the one playing with their archnemesis, wouldn't you?  For 1 and a half hour since the La Salle-Ateneo game started I couldn't think straight.  Mind you, I kept re-solving a particular easy problem about bonds but still couldn't get the correct answer.  I gave up.  No way can I review these topics or have peace of mind after if I can't watch that game.  Then I turned the tv on willing myself to think that what I am trying to do is for my own sanity.  Haha.  Took a deep breath then looked at the scores.  Yuck.  Fourth quarter, 7 minutes to go, scores at 66-48 in favor of La Salle.  Woot!  But is this really ADMU we're really playing with?  Forgive me but it's like our players are against grade schoolers.  I always expected and experienced a different kind of excitement whenever Ateneo's the opposing team but today is just...if you can call it a decent game.  I thought we're going to lose the first game again but expect the unexpected.  With a disappointed [coz ADMU didn't play that good today] but a happy heart [coz we're winning this game] I turned the tv off and went back to studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112117939295433658?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112117939295433658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112117939295433658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-07.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 07'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112075720163511059</id><published>2005-07-07T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:47.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's amazing how you can be extremely happy one minute then totally sad the next one. Yesterday was Grant's [my mod blockmate] birthday and we, the 17 mod blockmates, were shocked when our mod professor said that Grant won't be coming to class anymore on Monday. He's going to stop for at least a year. His family is not in any financial difficulty, in fact their business is booming. That's the reason. The family business. Grant has to manage the business because his father went through a medical procedure and has to recover. He's actually working there part-time already and now has to switch to full-time given the circumstances. Grant you're such a great guy! Everyone in C33 will miss you [including Melai, even though you're not officially listed in our section anymore]. He treated us today at the Providence Tower. A birthday party and a farewell party. Even though me and my mod block had sung our lungs out and wolfed down delicious foods, he won't be beside me and Grace anymore on Monday. Just don't enjoy counting lots and lots of bucks and we'll see you again in a year. Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;----------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today must be the day for sad if not annoying stories. I have 3 mod blockmates who are taking their second undergrad degree. They're like the big brothers and sisters of our close-knit block. One of them is Mark. We are so proud of Mark. FYI: he graduated summa cum laude with a degree in political science in UP [University of the Philippines], the 3rd to be since 1915 in the whole UP system. Beat that! Imagine how smart Mr. Mark is. Errr. Mark really wanted to get into UP College of Law. But he didn't. We didn't believe him at first. If you hear him talk, you'll instantly know he has the chance of making it big. If you live in the Philippines you have probably heard about the suicide of Sen. Miriam Santiago's son a couple of years ago. Mark was immediately next to him during the interview done by 8 panelists also from UP. The same panelists who asked the most mundane of things to the senator's son was the same people who grilled Mark. People should be objective. But no, they became subjective given that he is a summa cum laude. Became intimidated that right in front of them is one of the best products UP has produced. That the only way they could get back at him was not accepting him at all at the UP LAE. They threatened him that they have the power to not accept him at law school even if he's that smart. Mark told them if that's the case then he's ready. Has 6 master plans prepared. Panelists asked him to enumerate all of the 6. You know what the panelists told him? To pursue the least, the sixth master plan, and go abroad because he'll make it big there. WTF? UP professors downright telling him that he has no makings of being a lawyer and shooing him away to perform for his fellow Filipinos. What this? Brain drain. And UP professors at that! Mark is now pursuing BSA in DLSU-M, which was what he really wanted since hs. Actually, we're encouraging Mark to make it to the top five in the CPA board exam. We know he can. And he'll be a lawyer someday, too! He told us about something, too. About UP studs. How they're so full of themselves. Thinking that they're the smartest individuals who walked on Philippine soil. How they say that there's no other school other than UP. It's UP or nothing. Judging by his tone he has a bit of grudge against UP. How ironic isn't it? How they can instill that kind of thinking in their students and crush them sometime in the future. How they belittle/reject their very own and wanting to banish them someplace to earn money. I also know people from UP and I feel how highly they think of themselves and I can most certainly feel what they think of me/or others for that matter. What they think of others outside UP. I am a proud La Sallian. And I'll never succumb to what they think of us. Stereotypes, labels are trash. Stupid people who can't get their ass in here say that. Thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112075720163511059?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112075720163511059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112075720163511059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-06.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 06'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112066803445359845</id><published>2005-07-07T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:47.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 05</title><content type='html'>I have completely forgotten that today is the pep rally. The only remnants of the u-break event that I was ale to hear [yes, not watch] was the I'd Rather Be Green Than Be Blue song and the Alma Mater Hymn. Add to it that I also forgot to claim my new animo shirt. Saturday will be the opening of UAAP. Sunday will be the first match between Ateneo and La Salle. Monday is my first comprehensive exam. Great. Just great. While everyone will be trooping to the Big Dome to watch the opening or more probably the basketball game, I'm going to stay home and take out all the sanity in me to review for my first compre exam. I cannot even watch the live telecast! Why? Because the coverage of the exam is sooo damn long. Every minute counts so I'd rather study than be happy cheering them while I flunk my test come Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112066803445359845?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112066803445359845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112066803445359845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-05.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 05'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112058352498899874</id><published>2005-07-06T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 04</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what I hate the most about rainy days? It's the umbrellas. I hate bringing them, it eats up space in my bag. I hate using them, because it's no use using them, I still get wet. I desperately waited for the rain to stop so I could peacefully go to school without using my damned pink umbrella. But no, the rain went pouring for several hours. From the time I woke up [6:00AM] until the time I was all geared up for school [11:00AM], the rain is raging on. It's the damned umbrella's day today. Back in high school I must have used my own umbrella for just 7 times, most of the time Ana-Salve let me in under hers. Now that I remembered that, I miss Salve terribly. The last time I saw her was when we went swimming last summer [the event where our beloved Thea was apparently very sick to go. LOL!]. Hmm. But I do love rainy days. I love the sound of raindrops finally hitting the ground. I love the temperature, just enough to put me into a 12-hour-straight-dreamless slumber. Rainy days sans the umbrellas is just perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112058352498899874?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112058352498899874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112058352498899874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-04.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 04'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112049513177775871</id><published>2005-07-04T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:47.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 03</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just received the results of my first quiz in ACMOD1B.  I've made a record by having the highest score since the start of the school year.  And I had just the right ounce of energy not to mention motivation to study for my second quiz tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I deleted several people in my links page.  I went bloghopping and some of their blogs are dying more than mine.  They haven't updated for more than a month or as in the case of friendster blogs, never posted anything at all.  Sheesh.  At least mine is kind of saved since I'm trying hard to post everday even though I do not have anything worth reading at all.  Sometimes I do think that my life is duller than anybody else's and that I'm good at nothing.  [insert: insecurity sinking in]  When I go bloghopping, I see brilliant bloggers, some getting at least 10 comments per post or 50 visitors per day.  While me, nothing really eventful for the day or I just cannot collect my thoughts to make my dull day interesting.  People think I am confident but really I am the most insecure brat around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112049513177775871?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112049513177775871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112049513177775871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-03.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 03'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112040551104840516</id><published>2005-07-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:46.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've updated the codes of my profile. I did it the way I did the codes for Ivy's layout -- a clickable menu. Took me an hour to edit my rusty old codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt stressed until we attended a stress seminar last friday. [The stress seminar is to help us cope with modular &lt;em&gt;'daw'&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my general well-being scale, the results show that there is an indication that I am stressed. Hooray. There is a reason for celebration because I am not distressed yet. According to our lecturer there's positive and negative stress. The positive is called eustress and the negative is called distress. I don't know if what I am feeling is the plus or the minus but Dr. Estenslao told us that anything new is stressful. Very relieving indeed. Then she gave us another questionnaire -- the lifestyle questionnaire. Turns out that I am a mixture of type a and b behavior. Type A is associated with Americans and Europans. They're always in order, prompt and urgent. Type B is mostly found in oriental/asians. They're relaxed and laid back. This is the funniest part. We have support groups! We are treated as if we're going insane. Really. We have to check up on each other and remind each other that we have to this and that. I mean, how can we? How can we when all of us are stressed already in the first place and too preoccupied of our own worries with modular? Maybe I just have to do those breathing exercises to calm myself down, ask for a massage from my seatmate, exercise, and eat lots and lots of fruits and veggies. Truth is, even after coming to that seminar I still do not know how to manage stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112040551104840516?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112040551104840516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112040551104840516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-02.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 02'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-112040541665454793</id><published>2005-07-03T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:46.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 04 Chapter 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok here is what happened to my Lucena trip last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have about 3 hours sleep due to reviewing [futile efforts] for our comprehensive exam II.  After the gruesome 3-hour test period, finally I can meet with my old blockmates at Mc Donald's.  One of my blockmates brought his car along for our transportation.  I was so excited for the trip but all remaining energy was sapped because of the heavy traffic somewhere in Laguna.  It's already 4:00pm and we're still just in Laguna and the party starts at 6:00pm!  Eunice [the debutante] kept on calling just to check up on us and assured us that the party won't start without us.  Luckily Pam lives in Laguna and showed the driver where we could detour.  My excitement was back when an arch saying welcome to Quezon appeared.  [Insert:  I sort of got annoyed of songs repeating over and over again by MYMP and Hale.  Changing stations wouldn't help, the songs are the same.]  Around 6:30pm we arrived in the hotel where the debut should take place.  The view is sooo beautiful.  I love the garden and the pool!  I glared at Jenina the moment Eunice welcomed us and asked us if we brought our swimsuits.  Jenina forgot to pass the message to us!  I so badly want to swim in that beautiful pool!  [Insert: the hotel is Queen Margaret Hotel, the best hotel in Lucena.]  Then we went to the hotel room and changed.  I had no choice  but to wear a pink dress even though I wanted a green dress for that night.  Then we headed to the function room and waited for Eunice to make her grand entrance.  When we were in the room with Eunice we saw her dress already so we were not anymore shocked when she entered the place.  Turns out, Eunice is the first and only debutante I saw who didn't wear a balloon gown.  She stands out by being the only one wearing yellow and the shortest dress.  Good for her because Eunice can carry clothes nicely and has a nice body. ^^  We met Eunice's closest friends from high school in the debut.  We decided to call it a night at around 2:00pm.  Sadly, the beautiful hotel is fully booked and we have no choice but to sleep in another hotel.  The hotel is called Nawawalang Paraiso.  Not as beautiful as Queen Marge but very very spacious.  Due to weariness from the trip we just wanted to have some peaceful sleep but as if on cue, Eunice's HS friends came and invited us to drink with them.  Read:  Most of them are boys.  We declined.  Then they made a big deal of us coming from La Salle and that we're so damn rich that we wouldn't hang out with guys from the province.  Oh come on!  We never slapped on their faces that we're from La Salle and that we're kind of belittling them.  If we didn't travel for 5 hours then we would come and drink with them.  Eunice sensing our uneasiness assured us that they're fun to talk with and just a shot or two and we could say goodnight to them. Just for Eunice.  Just so they wouldn't make a fuss about us being La Sallistas, we went out of bed.  If not for three guys[names I couldn't remember anymore], they would have completely ignored us all through out the time we drank with them.  Those three guys are the only ones fun to talk to, telling us jokes and making us comfortable.  Then Pam got drunk and it's already 4:30am so we decided to head back to our room.  They're goading us to stay some more but sorry we need some sleep.  We left the hotel at around 10:30am and went to Kamayan sa Palaisdaan.  If you're going to Quezon, be sure to stop by that resto and you'll know why.  To say that the food is delicious is an understatement.  The place where the customers are going to eat floats on the palaisdaan and you have to walk on bamboo to go around the place.  You can even feed the tilapias and catch them.  Eunice's parents brought us to the grotto after.  They let us climb the whopping 287 steps!  Imagine how we pant like dogs and sweat the moment we reached the top.  The view is soooo breathtaking!  You can see a large part of Quezon and lots and lots of coconut trees.  I love the coconut trees!  We counted the steps when we went down.  Sadly, this is the part where we said our goodbyes to each other and saying see you tomorrow in school.  How lame.  The Lucena trip is the breather I badly need to be away from school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-112040541665454793?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112040541665454793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/112040541665454793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/07/volume-04-chapter-01.html' title='Volume 04 Chapter 01'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111979479893262586</id><published>2005-06-26T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 03 Chapter 03</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm back from Lucena!  My weekend is such a blast!  Maybe I'll just post what happened tomorrow because I've got no energy and I'm estimating that I'll type about 5000 words. Heh.  I haven't got a decent sleep for two days and my bed looks like heaven to me right now.  I'll hit the sack first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111979479893262586?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111979479893262586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111979479893262586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/06/volume-03-chapter-03.html' title='Volume 03 Chapter 03'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111941489614831879</id><published>2005-06-22T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:46.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 03 Chapter 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is Wednesday. Today will be the last day of ACMOD1A. I love my section right now. only 16 people but the noise is worth 40 people. Heh. Only Melanie will be leaving for another section. But she's trying to come back to C33, that is if Ms. Trinidad allows her. If she doesn't, then I'll be lonelier than usual. I'll be all alone going home from school. And minus one person for my snack buddies. There are about three people who'll be transferring to our class. The only persons who take away all my modular worries is actually my C33 buddies. We just laugh about our flunking grades, how we're going to see each other again during the validating exams [if ever], and funny conversations of having plans of shifting to Management of Financial Institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo annoyed of someone in our class. I wished he never transferred there.  I am annoyed when he talks.  I am annoyed when he tags along with us during breaks.  I am annoyed when he bragged that he already had the latest theory of accounts.  I am annoyed when the results of the quizzes are given  and tells the whole world that he didn't even study for it.  I am annoyed when he said he'll do this and that but he ended up not doing anything at all.  I am annoyed when he screwed up the business case report of one group last saturday.  I am annoyed of his face.  I don't wanna hear him talk again.  I hate feeling annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to bang my head in the wall.  Learning to use Dreamweaver is a hard task.  I have been using Frontpage for a long time then someone told me that Dreamweaver is way better.  Yeah it is.  You'll make more sophisticated webbies.  But unfortunately for me, Dreamweaver and me are not tight yet.  I used it to edit Thea's skin but I ended up screwing it more and more.  So I had no choice but to say hello to my old friend Mr. Frontpage.  In other things, I'm learning a bit about Photoshop.  Though, I'm not yet superb, I'm making a decent progress.  *Praises herself*  If all things work out, I'm going to start studying Flash.  So far this is the update on my quest to be a good web designer.  I'll consider this career if I continue flunking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111941489614831879?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111941489614831879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111941489614831879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/06/volume-03-chapter-02.html' title='Volume 03 Chapter 02'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111916798353778515</id><published>2005-06-19T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:46.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 03 Chapter 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is such a shame! I haven't updated my page for almost a month! I'm looking at my page with disgust. I'm not going to change the layout but I'm going to fix some things that are already irritating my eyes. Probably soon. But honestly I don't know when will be that soon now that I am very busy with modular. Damn. Maybe after the comprehensive exams I'll make the changes. Hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;----------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Congratulate me! I fixed the codes of the skin of one of my friends. Such an accomplishment. When she e-mailed me asking for a little help I remembered I have a blog &lt;em&gt;pla&lt;/em&gt;. And that blog of mine is getting old and dusty from not updating. So there, I fixed it! There was nothing wrong except for 2 or 3 tags that are missing. Heh. No sweat actually but I was only able to do it during the weekend because of that damned modular. Stupid modular. Everytime I missed out on something modular will be always there to make up for the reason. One day, I would not have any social life at all. I'm so doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;----------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next weekend I'm going to set off to Lucena! That's four hours away from Manila. And we're leaving immediately after finishing our comprehensive exams for financial accounting! Yipee! What a good way to end my first damned submodule. Actually, it's my blockmate and friend Eunice's debut. She put me in the 18 gifts so I have no choice but to come [heh..even when I'm not in there I'll come anyway as long as I have an inivitation!]. We're encouraged to wear just two shades, just pink and green. I'm tired of pink but I don't have a dress that's green. So maybe I'll wear pink then. Damn. I want to shop for a green dress but I can't go shopping on a weekday because I go home late from class and the malls are starting to close. Argh! When did this cursed life started? And I still don't have a gift yet! Worse, I have no idea which gift to give to the debutante. Why do I have to have so many problems bugging me right now? Can't I have some peace of mind? I just hope I can buy a green dress and a nice decent gift before we set off to Lucena on the weekend. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111916798353778515?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111916798353778515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111916798353778515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/06/volume-03-chapter-01.html' title='Volume 03 Chapter 01'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111728567326817936</id><published>2005-05-28T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:46.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 02 Chapter 06</title><content type='html'>So this is what you feel once you're already majoring. One week of being officially called an accountancy major, i feel i would like to raise the white flag as early as now. Yeah, I feel so cool carrying an intermediate accounting book around school but it's not really that glamorous. While everybody is quite enjoying their stay in college we have to work our asses off and still get a low score in the quizzes. Quite unfair but this is my choice. After an exhausting 5 hour class I would still have to face a humongous pile of assignments, read for tomorrow's lessons and sleep for just 5 hours. It wouldn't become a surprise anymore if I break down. In fact at the moment I feel a little bad. I just hope I'll get better tomorrow so I could study for our second quiz. Since frosh year I looked forward to the day I would be accepted in the modular program. Even though I'm complaining of the workload I absolutely love the program. It may seem fast but it forces me to study and read in advance because I'm afraid of being left behind. Just two and a half more years to go and I'm going to be a CPA. Weee! Can't wait anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Guys Wouldn't Go Out With Modular Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They know Valix's and Skousen's life better than their boyfriends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They have eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They look stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They have no time for boys at all because there's a lot of assignments to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys feel out of place whenever they start talking "accounting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. They'll probably earn three times more in the future than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We are smarter than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! I actually had fun doing that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111728567326817936?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111728567326817936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111728567326817936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/05/volume-02-chapter-06.html' title='Volume 02 Chapter 06'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111590096308341378</id><published>2005-05-12T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:45.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 02 Chapter 05</title><content type='html'>QUIZ TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mexican Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/mexicanname/girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doña Alejandra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mexicannamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Mexican Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:#ffe6e8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;Your Boobies' Names Are: &lt;b&gt;Bert and Ernie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get&lt;/a&gt; your own Boobie Names&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#c2f3ff"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Maria Linda Aberin Provido's Aliases&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88eaff"&gt;Your movie star name: &lt;b&gt;Oishi Pillows Celedonio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f3ff"&gt;Your fashion designer name is &lt;b&gt;Maria Linda Venice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88eaff"&gt;Your socialite name is &lt;b&gt;Majalin New York&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f3ff"&gt;Your fly girl / guy name is &lt;b&gt;M Pro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88eaff"&gt;Your detective name is &lt;b&gt;Tiger Cub University Of Perpetual Help System Dalta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f3ff"&gt;Your barfly name is &lt;b&gt;Oatmeal Cookies Tequila Straight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88eaff"&gt;Your soap opera name is &lt;b&gt;Aberin San Marco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f3ff"&gt;Your rock star name is &lt;b&gt;Kopiko Jet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88eaff"&gt;Your star wars name is &lt;b&gt;Marjes Proric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f3ff"&gt;Your punk rock band name is The &lt;b&gt;Awesome Can Opener&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Amazing Meganame Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Irish Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/irish-name.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eimear Butler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Irish Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/japanesename/girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naoko Daigo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Birth Month Is December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/birthmonth/december.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logical&lt;br /&gt;Patriotic&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;Not egoistic&lt;br /&gt;Loves praise&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;Not pretending&lt;br /&gt;Loves attention&lt;br /&gt;Short tempered&lt;br /&gt;Hates restrictions&lt;br /&gt;Loves to socialize&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous&lt;br /&gt;Impatient and hasty&lt;br /&gt;Changing personality&lt;br /&gt;Good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Honest and trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Influential in organizations&lt;br /&gt;Takes high pride in oneself&lt;br /&gt;Active in games and interactions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/truebirthmonth/"&gt;What's" Your True Birth Month?&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/12278420-111590096308341378?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111590096308341378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111590096308341378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/05/volume-02-chapter-05.html' title='Volume 02 Chapter 05'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111553822702317083</id><published>2005-05-08T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:45.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 02 Chapter 04</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I played the big sister role. I accompanied my two younger brothers to National Bookstore to buy school stuff. We're shopping this early to avoid long long lines by the end of May. And I have no patience with having to wait so long. They (my 2 brothers) should be thankful that I am soooo kind to lend them some of my precious time. Since Mummy is kind of busy fixing some problems in her water station and my older brother is a nocturnal animal, I, the very good daughter, will have to take over. Basically, all I have to do is follow them around National Bookstore, make sure they follow the list of materials and monitor what they pick from the shelves so we won't go out of budget. After what seemed like forever of walking, they were finally done. Then we hailed a cab to go home. HMF. &lt;em&gt;Kainis&lt;/em&gt;. Inside the taxi it felt like a barbecue pit. The driver was actually ranting about the weather and that he can't wait anymore for the rainy season to come. Same here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111553822702317083?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111553822702317083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111553822702317083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/05/volume-02-chapter-04.html' title='Volume 02 Chapter 04'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111546210079870902</id><published>2005-05-07T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:45.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 02 Chapter 03</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up today and realized that my friendster profile is almost a year old. So, I decided to revamp it while I still have the drive to do it. Nothing really changed except for the about me field. OMG. When I read the old one it was so corny &lt;em&gt;pala&lt;/em&gt;. When I first made it I thought it made me look really cool. So there, I whipped a new friendster profile and picked a marshmallow color scheme. Sweet. Maybe I woke that day with so much adrenaline because I decided to clean my room. Truth is, I really like cleaning. It's just that I cant find the synch to do it. Armed with a broom and a rag I sauntered into my not-so-clean-full-of-clutter room. If you are in college &lt;em&gt;na pala&lt;/em&gt; you get to accumulate lots of paper--photocopied notes, photocopied pages of books, worksheets, handouts etc. That when I was able to place it all in one folder it was almost 2 reams! I decided to recycle them by using the backside for scratch. I also gave some of the scratch papers to mom and my brothers. &lt;em&gt;Oh, di ba&lt;/em&gt;! What a noble act of me to save the trees! I amaze myself. Haha. And I discovered that our househelp is not really putting an effort in sweeping. Under my bed and behind my closet &lt;em&gt;gabundok ang alikabok&lt;/em&gt;. TSK. I am allergic to dust &lt;em&gt;pa naman&lt;/em&gt;. No choice. If she cannot do it properly then I'll have to. So I sweeped my room with a proud happy heart. Too bad after that I am sneezing every 2 seconds and had these itchy red marks all over my face and neck. Poor me. But I am happy that my room is clean..at least for now. So, after non-stop sneezing and a gazillion wads of tissue, I am happily typing this update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111546210079870902?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111546210079870902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111546210079870902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/05/volume-02-chapter-03.html' title='Volume 02 Chapter 03'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111529095123809102</id><published>2005-05-05T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:45.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 02 Chapter 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can a brain reformat just like a computer? Erase all that unwanted memories from randomly coming back to you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to log-in my old blogger account--a private account. Before exposing myself to blogsphere, I kept a private blog during my 4th year in high school. The blog was titled The Hideout. So before I wipe it all out, I read all my posts. My entries were high-school-childish. It was amazing how just a year ago seemed so far away and how I seemed to be so bratty. I stumbled upon this entry which I wished for so badly to just "go away." It left me disturbed at nights and feeling so low. I may have forgotten it at some occasions but when I do remember it, what I felt back then still haunts me as if it happened only yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometime in 2003...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could have just one wish, I would just want the earth to crack open and just swallow me. I do not know what I supposed to do. My life is getting weirder and weirder every moment. I just don't know what to feel. My head is in a swarm of thoughts and I feel as if something constricts my chest and sometimes I feel like crying for no apparent reason and worst of all, I feel so guilty. I really only wanted to help. There's nothing I've done to make me feel like this but my involvement and my knowing makes me feel so much like a traitor. It's all bottled up inside me. I wanted to tell any of my close friends but I am forced to keep it all to myself. I do not want to make a record for ruining someone else's life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not want to be hated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am nobody's plaything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometime in early 2004...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're talking about something. Something really BIG. Well, not that big, but for me it is. I really wanted to forget about that incident. I never breathed to anyone anything that has happened. Only two souls know it (it may have become 3 or 4 or even 5 depending on the other person). Unfortunately it has happened again. Not to me though but to another one. What a blabbermouth! Maybe she wants to boast that she knows a nifty little secret. TSK. Too bad everybody thinks she's the bad one. I'd say they're both bad. Of course some were defending the other party saying it's not true or it's not his fault at all. They're so wrong. Apparently some were asking me about my opinion. I stayed neutral saying, "What do we really know about him except that he is this and that?" If only I could tell everybody that he is a pond scum, that all of it is true. What a bastard. If I do tell them I risk exposing my own weakness. What a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erasing the entries will not solve everything. My neurons have more capacity than a blog account. Someday it will come back and remind me everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELETE THIS BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELETE THIS BLOG AND ALL ENTRIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111529095123809102?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111529095123809102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111529095123809102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/05/volume-02-chapter-02.html' title='Volume 02 Chapter 02'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111500126108954990</id><published>2005-05-02T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:44.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 02 Chapter 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My dream last night has a poltergeist in it. I usually do not remember the details of my dream but this one stuck out. He started the chaos by smashing all our china and ruining all the paintings with the help of a crayon. Then he sent a chair flying towards every window. As if it were not enough he threw all the books from one shelf then knocked it over. I actually dread reaching the dream stage of my sleep tonight. Who wants a damned poltergeist in their dreams??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loove Johnny Depp. He is the undisputed number one in my list. No one else follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a state of k-drama overdose. Currently, I am watching 3 k-dramas. That's almost 2 hours of watching tv. Aaargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see the sneak peek of &lt;em&gt;Ikaw ang Lahat sa Akin&lt;/em&gt; I have this strong urge to watch the series. Why?? Because the song has this mushy effect on me. I actually found myself humming the tune in the shower. What's with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching Lizzie McGuire and Lindsay Lohan's movies but I absolutely hate them when they sing. Plus, they now seem like a bunch of air heads. Hilary Duff has this really small voice that really irritates me. And her songs!! OMG!! Why Not and So Yesterday are the worst of all. Lindsay Lohan's album Speak might have been hastily done just to catch up with the Lindsay Lohan fever. Sheesh. The only cut that's kinda upbeat is Rumors. The rest could be forgotten. And she's morphing into a Britney Spears clone!!! One is enough but two is just too much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 more days and school starts again and I will be banished to my dormitory. But hey!! Where's my dormitory anyway?? I still haven't found one yet. If I don't find one now I'll have to just take the pains of going home every night at 9.30 and waking up very early. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!! HOORAY!! Daddy finally gave me laptop. I asked for it in exchange for a prim-and-proper-and-stiff debut in September. That also means I shouldn't ask for anything so expensive EVER AGAIN. That's ok with me. &lt;em&gt;Nahihiya din naman ako&lt;/em&gt;. My parents would always give in to my caprices (maybe because I am unica hija??). Undoubtedly, they also spend the biggest on me. I aspire for big big things &lt;em&gt;kasi &lt;/em&gt;and they're also willing to help me make it all come true&lt;em&gt; naman&lt;/em&gt;. But then, Mummy has this ability to sap my cloud 9 feelings. She asked me if I know how many USD the laptop costs. I don't. She frantically searched for a calculatr in our house, when she found one she punched how many USD x 54 point something = many many PHP. Naturally, a laptop is really expensive. But the one sitting on my desk right now costs more than my tuition for one school year!! No wonder, Daddy always tells me over the phone how beautiful my laptop is. Now I really know. I had this odd feeling of wanting to resell the laptop then send the USD back to Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I Blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love &lt;em&gt;chismis&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to expose myself to blog kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's easier than putting your thoughts in paper.&lt;br /&gt;4. I like reading other peoples' lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. I want to meet other people from all walks of life.&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/12278420-111500126108954990?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111500126108954990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111500126108954990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/05/volume-02-chapter-01.html' title='Volume 02 Chapter 01'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111485877804490266</id><published>2005-04-30T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:44.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 01 Chapter 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haaay. Full House ended last night. I'm so sad. I really love this hilarious series. I'll miss Jessie and Justin looking so cute and stupid singing the 3 bears song. It is the only k-drama I watched in which nobody has cancer (and will eventually die at the end), had memory loss or encountered any catastrophic event in his life. I am no fan of sad endings. Also there's no real villain who plots their deaths, only an annoying childhood friend. And I really like the design of the house (and the place where it is located). I've been doing a little research lately and I read that the house was constructed just for the series and costs a whopping 1 million Dollars! Too bad they didn't disclose who the architect is. Haha. Full house was adapted from a manga of the same name created by Sooyeon Won. Too bad I only started watching Full House at episode 5. I didn't think it was that good until I saw Jessie singing the 3 bears song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111485877804490266?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111485877804490266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111485877804490266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/04/volume-01-chapter-08.html' title='Volume 01 Chapter 08'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111468092279031350</id><published>2005-04-28T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:44.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 01 Chapter 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because some may find a bg sound annoying I decided to embed the music into the page. So there goes a music widget at the lower left corner. So if you feel that the sound is already irritating you, just make it shut up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111468092279031350?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111468092279031350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111468092279031350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/04/volume-01-chapter-07.html' title='Volume 01 Chapter 07'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111467938567762505</id><published>2005-04-28T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:44.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 01 Chapter 06</title><content type='html'>Every year I'm getting better and better in procrrastinating. It has already become my ritual to declutter my room every term breaks and summer breaks. The school year ended a long time ago but the dust and heaps of trash are still peacefully coexisting with me. Instead of cleaning up, I spend most of my precious time sleeping, watching cable shows and blogging. At the end of summer I wouldn't be surprised anymore if snakes, rats and cockroaches come poke at me to tidy things up. I kinda promised myself to read during this summer all the books I previously bought but found no time to read at all because schoolwork is eating me. But since I haven't cleaned up yet, some of them must be shoved in the farthest corners of my room. I hope I can recover them soon. Here are titles which are probably collecting dust in the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One Hundred Years of Solitude [borrowed this from Ivy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Return of the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Client&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Firm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111467938567762505?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111467938567762505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111467938567762505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/04/volume-01-chapter-06.html' title='Volume 01 Chapter 06'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111457515385801870</id><published>2005-04-27T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:43.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 01 Chapter 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were at Stacy's yesterday. Since Jenny is coming from school we decided to wait for her by watching Sin City. The movie has an all star cast whose favorite hobby must be murdering. Miks said it was a comic adaptation. Synopsis: Marv wants to avenge the death of his love, Goldie (nice name huh!); Dwight will do anything to take Shelley away from cop Jackie Boy with the help of Gail and her whores slash assasins; Hartigan vows to protect club stripper Nancy. The killing spree seems okay sans the part where the character just won't die event though you shot them in the head, got them electrocuted and ripped their head off. It's not convincing. Then Jenny arrives and we go for a night swimming in the nearby clubhouse. The water was sooo cold. It was really refreshing after a scorching afternoon. It would be more fun if the others were there too because there's only six of us. Hope we could swim another time in a far far resort. And those who are invited SHOULD come. NO excuses. It's the summer break, guys. No lab reports and projects to bug you at the moment. So why stay and rot at home? Dude, you need some sunshine and some water, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111457515385801870?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111457515385801870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111457515385801870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/04/volume-01-chapter-05.html' title='Volume 01 Chapter 05'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111448818235346253</id><published>2005-04-26T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:43.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 01 Chapter 04</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I ended up watching my brother's siege in RO. They're defending their upper left agit in Luina. TSK. Not too effective strategies and poof! one Luina agit gone. Anyway they still have the lower left Luina. But still no &lt;em&gt;sweldo&lt;/em&gt; that day. Haha. Serves him right. We cannot even use the PC because he uses it from 7.00 PM to 5.00 AM. And we're not allowed to play PS2 if the PC is being used. So we poor creatures have no other choice but to watch the siege to save on electricity. Blast him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111448818235346253?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111448818235346253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111448818235346253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/04/volume-01-chapter-04.html' title='Volume 01 Chapter 04'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111433272993767185</id><published>2005-04-24T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:43.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 01 Chapter 03</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ivy dragged me to SM last Friday to watch Spongecola live. It was the last leg of promoting world war five or the Pulp summer slam this year. Jenny tagged along too and also Ivy's little cousin. So Ivy is the babysitter for the day. We met at 1.30 but the event will start at 4.00. We strolled around Storyland and played air hockey and basketball just to pass time. Around 3.30 we decided to find seats in the venue but luckily the place is so packed with...GIRLS and some guys of course. We had no choice but to seat in the floor in front of the stage. It was still a good spot even though we're at the sides `coz we would still have a good view of the Spongecola boys. My butt and legs were becoming numb but still no Spongecola at 4.30. Turns out that it will start at 5.00. After seemingly waiting like forever and almost memorizing the plug-in for world war five a band comes out to set up. But it's not Spongecola, its Ciudad. And they have guest artists that day `coz 2 members of Ciudad have work. One is a girl and she's on drums. WOW. COOL. I ended up just watching the girl play drums for all the 5 songs that Ciudad sang. I was so amazed by her. I just cannot remember the real band she's in. Too bad. After Ciudad the GIRLS went wild and screamed like there's no more tomorrow when Spongecola came out. Suddenly almost everyone whipped out digicams and camera phones and took snaps of the band. Too bad I didn't bring a digicam and my camera phone sucks. Sorry Ivy no close up pics of Yael. and Armo too. SIGH. They also sang 5 songs. KLSP, Jeepney, Lunes, dunno dunno...I forgot the other two. As usual the vocalist gets all the girls. Forgive me but I'll admit that I am pretty much annoyed of the girls there and mostly phoney rockers. I am no rocker and I'll never pretend to be one but I know good music when I hear one. And I'll never scream their names and say marry me (and other sorts of stuff) and give them Gatorade. I'll never do that. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S.: To Ivy, hope you'll continue Hello Kitty. I really like the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111433272993767185?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111433272993767185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111433272993767185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/04/volume-01-chapter-03.html' title='Volume 01 Chapter 03'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111398934917778871</id><published>2005-04-20T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:43.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 01 Chapter 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Accountancy is hard and I must be lucky to have passed all of my accounting subjects so far. Well, I'm also tired of taking out all the sanity in me just to get the retention grade of 83. Just as I was getting used to accounting-must-be-at-least-83 mantra commercial law subjects come into the picture. Yeah, there are 6 law subjects in my curriculum. The bad news: there's also a retention grade of 80. As if accounting is not hard enough another headache comes along. The first one that you should take is The Law on Obligations and Contracts (OBLICON) because it is a prerequisite to the remaining 5 law subjects. Simply put, pass OBLICON before you can take all the others. the reason why I am ranting about this is because I didn't reach the grade of 80, instead I got a 1.5 which is aroung 75-79%. And it is harder to accept because I read and understood each and every article therein the best eay I could. Truth is, I study more in OBLICON than in any other subject that I am taking up in 3rd term. I see to it that I review for each test. And I feel so bad becuase my efforts were futile. It is much worse tha losing 10,000 bucks. I called Mummy when I received my course carrd. I swear her jaw must have dropped and she is certainly surprised. I felt a twinge at that very moment. Yeah, I may have not gotten a 0.0 (0.0 means you failed) but I still have to repeat the course until I get a 2.0 (so basically it is just the same as flunking but you do not have an accumulation of failures). I have wasted so much money and frustrated my parents in the bargain. I felt so bad and stupid at the same time. My parents usually say that I'm just smart when it comes to school but in all other things I'm nothing. And now that I did flunk they must have said that I'm stupid inside out. What makes it worse is that my mum is a CPA and knows everything about my course. When she asked me about how am I going to fix this she sounded like "It was just the first law subject and yet you're having a hard time already?" Honestly, it's just like having an obnoxious-know-it-all sister. I get irritated when she says that BSA is not really that hard. She could say that because she has mastered accounting through her years of work and she's a CPA for god's sake! While I'm just a struggling first year kid. Sometimes I do realize that I'm pushing myself too hard. And it's equally harder if you have a mum who's the same course as yours and passed each and every course in the curriculum and the CPA board exam all in one take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111398934917778871?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111398934917778871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111398934917778871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/04/volume-01-chapter-02.html' title='Volume 01 Chapter 02'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12278420.post-111390139905351255</id><published>2005-04-19T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:54:43.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 01 Chapter 01</title><content type='html'>Whew! I just finished editing everything in here. Spent about 3 hours just to modify the skin I downloaded. I'm bored and this thingy here is the product of it. Only a tagboard is missing and I'll just have to do it tomorrow `coz my eyes are tired. I also put a bg music, I'll take it out when I start getting annoyed of it or just replace it if I find a more suitable one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12278420-111390139905351255?l=crazycatz16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111390139905351255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12278420/posts/default/111390139905351255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazycatz16.blogspot.com/2005/04/volume-01-chapter-01.html' title='Volume 01 Chapter 01'/><author><name>Malin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/277612/Pictures/1057084943169s.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
