<?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-25450329</id><updated>2011-11-24T13:54:46.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. katnips ..</title><subtitle type='html'>snippets, glimpses, sideward glances at the "world" that i am currently inhabiting..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-5854922894263321810</id><published>2009-01-02T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:33:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HK immigration biased against Filipinas - INQUIRER.net, Philippine News for Filipinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="select" href="http://opinion.inquirer.net/inquireropinion/letterstotheeditor/view/20081031-169396/HK-immigration-biased-against-Filipinas"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-5854922894263321810?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/5854922894263321810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=5854922894263321810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/5854922894263321810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/5854922894263321810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2009/01/hk-immigration-biased-against-filipinas.html' title='HK immigration biased against Filipinas - INQUIRER.net, Philippine News for Filipinos'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-1302984248924855401</id><published>2008-09-12T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:24:18.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 5 and 6..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dennis went to the hospital yesterday, alone. :( i was still not allowed to go out because of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dad saw his daughter awake for the first time! yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, maxene is not undergoing phototherapy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was allowed to go out today, so i finally saw her after 2 long days. she was asleep the whole time but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also went to my OB's clinic for a follow up check-up. she's always very easy to talk to, and also very informative. She assured me that maxene's skin turning yellow is not very serious, as it didn't happen 24 hours after birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be the 7th day tomorrow. i hope the cbc result will be positive. so i can finally take my baby home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-1302984248924855401?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/1302984248924855401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=1302984248924855401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/1302984248924855401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/1302984248924855401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-5-and-6.html' title='day 5 and 6..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-3541227627490653416</id><published>2008-09-10T22:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:26:29.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3 and 4..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maxene has to stay at the nursery for 10 days. she gets injected with antibiotics 3 times a day to fight off an infection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was discharged from the hospital last september 8th. it was the second day of her treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me and dennis went to the hospital to visit her yesterday. dennis went to the hospital alone today because i wasn't allowed to go out. damn rain! hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we found out yesterday that maxene is now undergoing phototherapy. she stays under the blue light for a couple of minutes, three or four times a day. we asked her pedia why she needs it. she told us that maxene's skin is turning yellow, so she needed the light. but it's only until today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but there's also some good news. the doctor will request for another blood count on her 7th day. if the white blood cells count lowers to normal, she can go home early. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a picture i took after i breastfed her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/SMfkUffmOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/JrWXmD9XT18/s1600-h/Pixie0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244411331798775938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/SMfkUffmOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/JrWXmD9XT18/s320/Pixie0764.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinong kamukha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-3541227627490653416?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/3541227627490653416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=3541227627490653416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/3541227627490653416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/3541227627490653416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-3-and-4.html' title='day 3 and 4..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/SMfkUffmOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/JrWXmD9XT18/s72-c/Pixie0764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-4022775650361465571</id><published>2008-09-10T12:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:43:15.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birth announcement..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/SMdOsztYXvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/urpfFvweNwY/s1600-h/baby-announcement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244246822797991666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/SMdOsztYXvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/urpfFvweNwY/s400/baby-announcement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\&lt;u&gt;max&lt;/u&gt;(e)-&lt;u&gt;ne&lt;/u&gt;\is pronounced mak-SEEN. It is of Latin origin, and its meaning is "greatest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\e-lly-&lt;u&gt;ce&lt;/u&gt;\ is pronounced el-EECE. It is of English origin. A variant of the name Elijah, which means "the Lord is my God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted the name Alisa, which means "great happiness". Because this is what the baby means to us. Kahit redundant, kasi ang magiging meaning ng name nya e greatest great happiness. Too much happiness is not bad di ba? Wag ka lang mababaliw sa tuwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero di bagay yung Alisa sa Maxene. E mas gusto ko yung Maxene (ang arte!). So through browsing and clicking various name variants of Alisa, I found Ellyce. Ang cute. So yun na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiba man yung meaning, yun pa din naman sya, our GREATEST HAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-4022775650361465571?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/4022775650361465571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=4022775650361465571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/4022775650361465571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/4022775650361465571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2008/09/birth-announcement.html' title='birth announcement..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/SMdOsztYXvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/urpfFvweNwY/s72-c/baby-announcement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-2097595641545551728</id><published>2008-09-10T11:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:48:32.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for love, pain, tears and smiles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;January 21, 2008 – Singapore&lt;br /&gt;I found out I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2, 2008 – Manila&lt;br /&gt;I had my first ultrasound scan. I was 7 weeks pregnant. My estimated date of delivery will be on September 22. I found out I wasn’t carrying twins. Sayang, uso pa naman. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 7, 2008 – Singapore&lt;br /&gt;I’m 16 weeks incubating. I had another scan, and found out we “might” be having a baby girl. “Might” kasi nung tinanong nung husband ko kung sure ba yung OB na girl, sabi nya hindi daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 5, 2008 – Manila&lt;br /&gt;29 weeks. Sure na! It’s a baby girl! Suhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 8, 2008 – Singapore&lt;br /&gt;I sprained my lower back and wasn’t able to walk. Sobra daw sa lakwatsa. I was in bed rest for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 27, 2008 – Singapore&lt;br /&gt;32 weeks. Di na sya suhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 12, 2008 – Singapore&lt;br /&gt;34 weeks. Getting ready to go home to Manila for the delivery. Suhi ulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 5, 2008 – Manila&lt;br /&gt;37 weeks. Needed another ultrasound scan to see if she’s still in breech position. If breech, consider scheduled caesarian operation. Else, normal delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the scan, the doctor found out that the amniotic fluid level was below the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was immediately admitted to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an emergency caesarian operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at 3:46 pm, my angel was born.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out I was pregnant, for one selfish moment I cried. I cried for what will be lost. My independence, my recklessness and thirst for adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, acceptance came in. And with it, the feeling of overflowing unconditional love to the human being slowly developing inside my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I’m ready as I’ll ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy was a piece of cake. No morning sickness, food cravings and mood swings. Just occasional headaches here and there. Aside from the sprained back, everything went smoothly. Mas parang naglihi pa ang daddy kesa sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that the delivery will go as smoothly as the pregnancy. But I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last checkup, during the ultrasound scan, the doctor found out that the amniotic fluid is leaking and the level was below normal. It was quickly decided that I give birth that day. They ushered (more like dragged) me to the delivery room for an emergency caesarean operation, leaving my mom who was with me, my mother-in-law at her work place, and my husband in Singapore in panic trying to somehow understand and fix everything that is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I still can’t believe that I’m about to give birth. At CS pa! No! Di pa pwede! Nasa turkey pa yung doctor ko! Sa September 9 pa balik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the delivery room they wheeled me to the operating room. While waiting for my substitute OB to start the procedure, I managed to borrow a cell phone from an intern. I texted my husband to call me immediately. This is the last call I received before undergoing the operation. He assured me that everything will be alright, and they somehow managed to fix everything at the last minute. I felt slightly relieved talking to him before the procedure started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake during the whole time. Paranoid ako, naiisip ko paano kung di ako talaban ng anesthesia! Aray ko po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything went fine. All I felt was the operating table moving. After a couple of minutes, I heard a loud cry. Ayan na sya! Hehe. Tears of joy started flowing. At last! One of doctors held her out for me to kiss her forehead. Sarap, maalat-alat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the recovery room. Then I tried my best to wiggle my feet, because you have to show the nurses that you can wiggle your feet before you can get out of the recovery room. Then they sent me to my own room to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for reasons not known to mankind, I couldn’t sleep. And for additional cruelty, I’m not allowed to talk. Kakabagan daw ako. At masakit daw yun. The torture! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only resort was to count flatuses (thank you mythbusters!). I was informed that I need to fart first before the dextrose could be taken off then I can start eating the next day (I’m still trying to know why. If anyone knows why the farting is important please inform me.). I was really hungry. The last time I’ve eaten was 10 am and it’s past 8 pm when I was wheeled to my room. I stopped counting at 15. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dextrose was taken off and I was allowed to eat soft food the next day. I was so eager to see my baby, but I had to wait for my OB and the pedia to visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OB arrived early but the pedia went to see me around 2 pm. I was informed that the baby will not be allowed to be taken out of the nursery. They still have to do some checks for possible infection. I cried as I was so eager to see her. So I willed myself to get up and go to the nursery to have a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third day at the hospital. September 7th. The daddy arrived at 4 am. More bad news. The pedia said that the baby has an infection. Her white blood cells count is higher than normal. She has to stay at the hospital for 10 more days. They are giving her antibiotics thrice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, tears came. And the thought that somehow everything is my fault. For not knowing that I was already leaking amniotic fluid, I’ve put my baby’s life in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with every opportunity until I was discharge, I get up to go see to her. I still can’t believe she’s sick, seeing her so full of life. Every time I hold her I wanted to go and run away and take her out of the nursery. Even if I know that in my current condition, a turtle could easily outrun me. But every time I hold her I feel no pain. No raw stitches, no swollen breasts. As long as she’s with me, everything’s fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell us she’s responding well to the medication. We’re hoping and praying everything will be okay. Extra bonus if she’ll be discharged earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home from the hospital last September 8th. Maxene has to stay until the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for my husband who took a week off from work and flew here to Manila as soon as he can and he could not even touch her. All he can do is look at her from the nursery window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing here and I feel like my heart stopped beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the endless cries and the sleepless nights that comes with having a newborn baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we’re off to see Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-2097595641545551728?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/2097595641545551728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=2097595641545551728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/2097595641545551728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/2097595641545551728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-love-pain-tears-and-smiles.html' title='for love, pain, tears and smiles..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-8186313351524954829</id><published>2008-03-14T16:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:21:26.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing cycles by paulo coelho..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*****************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i haven't posted an original blog from quite sometime, i know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but in time, a good read will be coming up..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right now, enjoy reading this one..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-8186313351524954829?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/8186313351524954829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=8186313351524954829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8186313351524954829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8186313351524954829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2008/03/closing-cycles-by-paulo-coelho.html' title='closing cycles by paulo coelho..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-5859307991881805331</id><published>2008-03-13T14:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:18:39.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little reminder..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Some of the biggest challenges in relationships come from the fact that most people enter a relationship in order to get something: they're trying to find someone who's going to make them fell good. In reality, the only way a relationship will last is if you see your relationship as a place that you go to give, and not a place that you go to take."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-5859307991881805331?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/5859307991881805331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=5859307991881805331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/5859307991881805331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/5859307991881805331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-reminder.html' title='a little reminder..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-8615283495445318661</id><published>2007-12-17T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:41:24.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakit nga ba tayo ulit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eto na naman.. malapit na naman tayong magcelebrate ng anniversary natin.. parang ambilis, pero isang taon na naman pala ang nakalipas.. isang taong puno ng tawa, luha, pag-ibig at pangungulila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habang iniintay natin ang ating "special day", na buti na lang na maicecelebrate nating magkasama, me nabasa ko sa pag-iikot ko sa internet.. isang quotation galing kay Kahlil Gibran, sabi nya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Everyone has experienced that truth: that love, like a running brook, is disregarded, taken for granted; but when the brook freezes over, then people begin to remember how it was when it ran, and they want it to run again.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakto diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilang beses na din tayong naghiwalay.. ilang beses na ding nagpalit ng anniversary date.. ilang beses nang umiyak, nasaktan at nanumbat.. pero hanggang ngayon tayo pa din..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit nga ba na sa kabila ng paulit ulit ko na pagsuko, andyan ka pa din? lagi mo pa ding sinasabi na di ka bibitaw??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit nga ba na sa kabila ng paulit ulit nang nasasaktan ang damdamin ko andito pa din ako? nakaalalay pa din ako sayo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andami nang nangyari.. andami na nating pinagdaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at patuloy na pinagdadaanan.. pero eto pa din tayo, di nadadala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo.. magkahiwalay tayo ngayon, at ang tanging pinanghahawakan ay ang pangako natin sa isa't - isa.. na mahal mo ko at mahal din kita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit gaano man kakomplikado ang sitwasyon natin ngayon, sapat na naman siguro yun diba??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sapat na siguro yun para sabihin natin na tayo na nga talaga.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope that we never let the brook freeze again, lest we freeze it to the core and never see it run again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-8615283495445318661?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/8615283495445318661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=8615283495445318661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8615283495445318661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8615283495445318661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/12/bakit-nga-ba-tayo-ulit.html' title='bakit nga ba tayo ulit?'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-5210369588513486862</id><published>2007-11-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:33:57.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you're casually looking into a photograph.. then your eyes went right straight to a familiar face, and you just suddenly, uncontrollably, held your breath..  for a moment you thought that your heart stopped beating.. after a couple of seconds, tears welled up in your eyes and the first thing that came into your mind is that you miss this person terribly.. and that you would give everything just to gaze right into those expressive eyes, smile lovingly back to that wonderful face and sit right next to this one person you knew you want to be with everyday, for the rest of your life..&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 align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-5210369588513486862?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/5210369588513486862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=5210369588513486862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/5210369588513486862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/5210369588513486862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-is.html' title='love is..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-1067898525916319302</id><published>2007-11-12T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:43:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasensya..</title><content type='html'>pasensya kung ang mga ginagawa ko nakakasira ng gabi mo..&lt;br /&gt;pasensya kung ang mga sinasabi ko nakakabuwisit ng umaga mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa akin kasi, ikaw ang nagpapangiti sa kin sa umaga..&lt;br /&gt;ang kumukumpleto sa araw ko..&lt;br /&gt;ang dahilan kung bakit panatag akong nakakatulog sa gabi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at para sabihan akong buwisit ng taong halos ibigay ko na buong buhay ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masakit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero sige lang.. andito pa din ako para sayo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-1067898525916319302?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/1067898525916319302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=1067898525916319302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/1067898525916319302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/1067898525916319302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/11/pasensya.html' title='pasensya..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-7953405085198975854</id><published>2007-11-09T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:42:45.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nuff said..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="countdown" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.criticallayouts.com/Generators/cd-cartoons/show.swf?clickURL=http://www.criticallayouts.com/&amp;amp;clickLABEL=MySpace Countdowns&amp;amp;flashLABEL=Critical Layouts&amp;amp;skin=http://www.criticallayouts.com/Generators/cd-cartoons/skins/5.jpg&amp;amp;text=f%20R%20e%20e%20D%20o%20m%20%21%21%21%21&amp;amp;untilColor=6724095&amp;amp;textColor=0&amp;amp;datesColor=0&amp;amp;year=2009&amp;amp;month=9&amp;amp;day=1&amp;amp;hour=0&amp;amp;minute=0&amp;amp;second=1&amp;amp;x=6&amp;amp;y=77" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-7953405085198975854?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/7953405085198975854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=7953405085198975854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/7953405085198975854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/7953405085198975854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/11/nufff-said.html' title='nuff said..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-5809745515678830415</id><published>2007-10-03T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:55:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. nerdy funny ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;found this one on our sharepoint site.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/RwNaja4re_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/J8X11oPeWqM/s1600-h/pic14484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117033166181989362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/RwNaja4re_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/J8X11oPeWqM/s400/pic14484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nerd talaga! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-5809745515678830415?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/5809745515678830415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=5809745515678830415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/5809745515678830415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/5809745515678830415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/10/nerdy-funny.html' title='.. nerdy funny ..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/RwNaja4re_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/J8X11oPeWqM/s72-c/pic14484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-8027035641580730208</id><published>2007-08-12T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:55:13.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr41dUiMpzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jXexfYTigZA/s1600-h/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097570606074603314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr41dUiMpzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jXexfYTigZA/s400/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hehe.. i didn't know a lot of people cared.. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if i remember right by the end of the month it was 142.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tamad ako magblog e.. tapos nakalimutan ko magprint screen nung last day ng july.. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-8027035641580730208?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/8027035641580730208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=8027035641580730208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8027035641580730208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8027035641580730208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/08/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr41dUiMpzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jXexfYTigZA/s72-c/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-8012627402734286029</id><published>2007-08-12T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:55:15.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flying like superman..</title><content type='html'>my boss was an airforce pilot when he was younger.. now, he's a proud owner of a cessna skyhawk.. and still flies all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm about to leave pretty soon, he took me flying with him.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3qKUiMpqI/AAAAAAAAADE/rGqlP9fc8Ik/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097487816285005474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3qKUiMpqI/AAAAAAAAADE/rGqlP9fc8Ik/s400/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat in the copilot seat.. hehe.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3rp0iMprI/AAAAAAAAADM/hFRwQJsMU-s/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097489456962512562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3rp0iMprI/AAAAAAAAADM/hFRwQJsMU-s/s400/IMG_0958.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3sRUiMpsI/AAAAAAAAADU/FCOPT0KX9DE/s1600-h/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097490135567345346" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="227" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3sRUiMpsI/AAAAAAAAADU/FCOPT0KX9DE/s400/IMG_0962.JPG" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3tlUiMptI/AAAAAAAAADc/xUurwwQNuEc/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097491578676356818" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" height="337" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3tlUiMptI/AAAAAAAAADc/xUurwwQNuEc/s400/IMG_0959.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the controls and the oldskool gps system.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really nice, bright and sunshiny day.. we flew all over the town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3vnUiMpuI/AAAAAAAAADk/2BAbS-v1URE/s1600-h/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097493812059350754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3vnUiMpuI/AAAAAAAAADk/2BAbS-v1URE/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3wxUiMpvI/AAAAAAAAADs/eDmg3Y_KN8o/s1600-h/tc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097495083369670386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3wxUiMpvI/AAAAAAAAADs/eDmg3Y_KN8o/s400/tc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where we work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;walmart!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3ygUiMpwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ftpvw8R5jMY/s1600-h/walamrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097496990335149826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3ygUiMpwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ftpvw8R5jMY/s400/walamrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my apartment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3y6kiMpxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0wkrhYtPrbc/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097497441306715922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3y6kiMpxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0wkrhYtPrbc/s400/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3zH0iMpyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0jvmj_79HhE/s1600-h/apartment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097497668939982626" style="CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3zH0iMpyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0jvmj_79HhE/s400/apartment.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(zooming in..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;it was so cool! he told me that it could be a bumpy ride because of all the hot air that was rising from the ground.. but aside from a couple of small bumps, it was nothing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;but the coolest part is, HE LET ME STEERED THE PLANE! for a couple of minutes anyway..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and that's one thing to brag about! hehe.. not very many people have gotten the chance to steer a real plane! and i did! hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;it was not very hard.. he told me that he taught his kids how to fly a plane before they even knew how to drive.. so i can do it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;now.. who will lend me a plane? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-8012627402734286029?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/8012627402734286029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=8012627402734286029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8012627402734286029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8012627402734286029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/08/flying-like-superman.html' title='flying like superman..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rr3qKUiMpqI/AAAAAAAAADE/rGqlP9fc8Ik/s72-c/IMG_0950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-387515839953976321</id><published>2007-07-30T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:21:15.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ping!</title><content type='html'>"I really like you, Midori. A lot."&lt;br /&gt;"How much is a lot?"&lt;br /&gt;"Like a spring bear," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"A spring bear?" Midori looked up again. "What's that all about? A spring bear."&lt;br /&gt;"You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and a sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, 'Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?' So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. &lt;em&gt;Really &lt;/em&gt;nice."&lt;br /&gt;"That's how much I like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-------- &lt;em&gt;Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-387515839953976321?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/387515839953976321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=387515839953976321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/387515839953976321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/387515839953976321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/07/ping.html' title='ping!'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-3555431606188503744</id><published>2007-06-25T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:20:37.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nerd attack..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pag walang magawa.. hehe..&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bbspot.com/News/2003/01/os_quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img height="90" alt="You are Red Hat Linux. You're tops among your peers, but still get no respect from them.  It's all right with you.  You have your sights set higher." src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2003/01/os_quiz/redhat.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which OS are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbspot.com/News/2004/10/extension_quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img height="90" alt="You are .gif Sometimes you are animated, but usually you just sit there and look pretty." src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2004/10/file_extensions/gif.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which File Extension are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbspot.com/News/2005/02/website_quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img height="152" alt="You are homestarrunner.com You are funny and animated.  You have a large following, but many people still don't get you. You are flashy. You talk funny." src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2005/02/website/homestarrunner.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Website are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbspot.com/News/2006/08/language_quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img height="90" alt="You are Prolog. You enjoy looking for different ways to solve a problem.  You take longer to solve them, but usually come up with more than one solution." src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2006/08/language/prolog.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Programming Language are You?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-3555431606188503744?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/3555431606188503744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=3555431606188503744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/3555431606188503744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/3555431606188503744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/06/nerd-attack.html' title='nerd attack..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-8097314820265520386</id><published>2007-03-13T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:48:26.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kamukha ko si jenny.. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've found this one from co-worker's friendster profile (hi katC!).. mukhang masaya e and since wala akong magawa i decided to give it a try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to see what i did look at the previous 2 posts..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang galing noh?? pano kaya nila najustify na magkahawig pala kami ni beyonce?? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayon sa &lt;a href="http://computer.howstuffworks.com/facial-recognition.htm" target="_new"&gt;how stuff works&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every face has numerous, distinguishable landmarks, the different peaks and valleys that make up facial features. FaceIt defines these landmarks as nodal points. Each human face has approximately 80 nodal points. Some of these measured by the software are:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distance between the eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Width of the nose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depth of the eye sockets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shape of the cheekbones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The length of the jaw line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;These nodal points are measured creating a numerical code, called a faceprint, representing the face in the database. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ano kaya sa mga nodal points na ito ang 70% na pinagkahawigan namin ni jessica alba??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;buti na lang di ako masyadong mahilig sa pictures.. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;try loading pictures na mukha kang mataba, then mukha kang anorexic.. there will ba some interesting results..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hindi ko pinakita sa result pero magkahawig din kami ni michael jordan..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well.. enjoy enjoy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, to find my own justin.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-8097314820265520386?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/8097314820265520386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=8097314820265520386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8097314820265520386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8097314820265520386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/03/kamukha-ko-si-jenny-d.html' title='kamukha ko si jenny.. :D'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-6269141267589874315</id><published>2007-03-13T06:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:55:15.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage"&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/a&gt;. Get one for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rfiyc20t2FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hHuF5oZ15Uo/s1600-h/491282_058983d12b8f54dy705e38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041975991663974482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rfiyc20t2FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hHuF5oZ15Uo/s400/491282_058983d12b8f54dy705e38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-6269141267589874315?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/6269141267589874315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=6269141267589874315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/6269141267589874315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/6269141267589874315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-celebrity-look-alikes-part-two.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes Part Two'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rfiyc20t2FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hHuF5oZ15Uo/s72-c/491282_058983d12b8f54dy705e38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-8639000879599958886</id><published>2007-03-13T06:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:55:15.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage"&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/a&gt;. Get one for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rfixf20t2EI/AAAAAAAAABw/fWgMzbsSe8o/s1600-h/490142_163618440b8f54li38x238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041974943691954242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rfixf20t2EI/AAAAAAAAABw/fWgMzbsSe8o/s400/490142_163618440b8f54li38x238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-8639000879599958886?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/8639000879599958886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=8639000879599958886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8639000879599958886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/8639000879599958886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rfixf20t2EI/AAAAAAAAABw/fWgMzbsSe8o/s72-c/490142_163618440b8f54li38x238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-7066832266665466533</id><published>2007-03-08T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:55:16.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>batman..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ayun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinalaw ako ni batman nung last friday night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was uneventful really.. i didn't go to work.. after eating lunch at 2, i slept the whole afternoon off and woke up at 10 pm.. :D and because it was still bright and sunny when i fell asleep, the light was turned off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i woke up, the room was really dark.. pagbukas ko ng ilaw, ayun sya lumilipad lipad.. syempre medyo groggy pa ko kala ko ipis.. pero ang laki para maging ipis.. nakatulong ata na magising ung huwisyo ko lalo nang lumipad sya papunta sa mukha ko.. aba! si batman pala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness di sya nakatights.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't live in an old rickety house.. and i'll be damned before i stay in a haunted house.. pagdating ko naman dun sa apartment wala sya.. so i have no idea kung paano sya nakapasok sa bahay at lalo na sa kwarto ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at mukhang wala ding idea ung paniki.. kasi lipad pa din sya ng lipad na parang gulat din kung pano sya napunta dun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried opening the windows para makalabas sya, ngunit hindi ko mabuksan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala ko kulang lang ako sa vitamins kung bakit di ko sya mabuksan, pero pinaliwanag sakin nung apartment manager nung tinawagan ko sya na malamang frozen in place daw ung mga windows dahil sa snow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so failure ako dun.. ung paniki naman mukhang napagod at nahilo na sa kakalipad paikot ikot sa kwarto ko e sumabit na lang dun sa isa sa mga smoke detectors na nasa kisame ng kwarto ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto sya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Re9PbcrMlfI/AAAAAAAAABA/8w_ZYWVaoi0/s1600-h/batman3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039333841023309298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Re9PbcrMlfI/AAAAAAAAABA/8w_ZYWVaoi0/s400/batman3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;since hindi naman ako makakatulog sa kwarto ng nakasabit sya dun (yes, may balak pa kong matulog.. :D), dinutdut ko sya gamit ung plastic na walis na mahaba ung hawakan.. (pasensya wala akong picture nung walis!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;wala.. tinarayan lang ako.. witth matching eek!ekk!eek!.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;before making dutdut.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Re9RS8rMlgI/AAAAAAAAABI/V8FVpD_hLfk/s1600-h/batman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039335894017676802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Re9RS8rMlgI/AAAAAAAAABI/V8FVpD_hLfk/s200/batman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;after making dutdut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Re9R58rMlhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HnDwsvZih4Y/s1600-h/batman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039336564032574994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Re9R58rMlhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HnDwsvZih4Y/s200/batman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ayun.. failure na naman..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kaya pinabayaan ko na lang sya dun sa kwarto ko.. sa living room ako natulog..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syanga pala.. habang ginagawa ko ang mga bagay na nasa itaas e nakatalukbong ako ng kumot.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tinawagan ko nga yung apartment manager ko para paalisin nya yung paniki.. pero di daw nya alam yung gagawin kaya try daw nyang tawagan ung pest control kinabukasan.. successful naman at dumating yung pest control at tinanggal yung paniki sa kisame ko.. di ko nakita kung paano kasi closed door meeting.. nakita ko na lang sya na nasa loob ng 2 gallon na ice cream container.. hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sabi nung mamang pest control e dahil daw malamig kaya nagpapasukan sa mga bahay ung mga paniki.. and since isa ung bahay ko siguro sa mga pinakamainit, napagdesisyunan nung paniki na magbakasyon sa bahay ko during winter season.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hindi ko alam kung anong gagawin nung mamang pest control dun sa paniki.. sana hindi nya inadobo.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Re9R58rMlhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HnDwsvZih4Y/s1600-h/batman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Re9R58rMlhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HnDwsvZih4Y/s1600-h/batman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-7066832266665466533?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/7066832266665466533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=7066832266665466533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/7066832266665466533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/7066832266665466533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/03/batman.html' title='batman..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Re9PbcrMlfI/AAAAAAAAABA/8w_ZYWVaoi0/s72-c/batman3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-7523608933450283466</id><published>2007-02-24T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:55:16.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful..</title><content type='html'>By,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rd9hnq93MWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TjeC38PmPWk/s1600-h/loveyoutopieces1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rd9kM693MYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2VICLOfs0Fs/s1600-h/loveyoutopieces1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034853081573437826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rd9kM693MYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2VICLOfs0Fs/s320/loveyoutopieces1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how you always hold my hand, no matter if we're walking, watching a movie or just sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how you pinch my nose.&lt;br /&gt;I miss finding a good place to eat with you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss kissing you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hugging you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss laughing with you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss arguing with you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss crying with you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss teasing you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss shopping with you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting beside you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss tickling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about the things that I miss about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that will make it pretty hard for me being here and away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s hard for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope we can get through this together. Still stuck together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we’ve tried so many times to make things work. I know that even though we are both pretty stubborn, there will come a time that fate won’t allow us to go against it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it’ll be so damn tired of separating us that it will just give it a rest and have us stay with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it will be the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’ll be pretty disappointed if it’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you darn know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re not that sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re not that romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m pretty contented with what you are. Or I could pretty much tolerate it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you’re loving me with all that you’ve got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 2nd monthsary by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rd9iOq93MXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4t7mXUU8dAw/s1600-h/Movicon2-iloveyou.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034850912614953330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rd9iOq93MXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4t7mXUU8dAw/s320/Movicon2-iloveyou.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-7523608933450283466?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/7523608933450283466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=7523608933450283466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/7523608933450283466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/7523608933450283466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2007/02/by-i-just-wanna-say-that-i-miss-seeing.html' title='thankful..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TueyXtKZi1o/Rd9kM693MYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2VICLOfs0Fs/s72-c/loveyoutopieces1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-116044270425336771</id><published>2006-10-10T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:51:13.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just try ;) ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put your music player on shuffle.. Post the first 40 songs that come up.. You can repeat artists if you want.. If you have any repeats, skip to the next track..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stonefree - Baka Naman&lt;br /&gt;2. Alamid - Your Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Gorillaz - 19-2000&lt;br /&gt;4. Hale - Kung Wala Ka&lt;br /&gt;5. Leigh Nash - Need To Be Next To You&lt;br /&gt;6. Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;7. Sandwich - Two Trick Pony&lt;br /&gt;8. Francis M. - Girl Be Mine&lt;br /&gt;9. Bic Runga Feat. DanWilson - Good Morning Baby&lt;br /&gt;10. Caedmon's Call -Love Alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. Coldplay - The Scientist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. Eva Cassidy - Time After Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. Jason Mraz - The Remedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14. Hale - Blue Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15. Mojofly - Another Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16. The Fray - Over My Head(Cable Car)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17. Ashlee Simpson - Pieces Of Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18. Evan And Jaron - Crazy for This Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19. U2 - Elevation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20. Eric Benet - The Last Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21. Dishwalla - Somewhere In The Middle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;22. Cultured Pearls - Not This Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;23. Imago - Otherwise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24. Kyla - Beautiful Days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25. Mojofly - Alright Without You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26. Caedmon's Call - Shifting Sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27. Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28. Rocksteddy - Smile At Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;29. MYMP - Magical Feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;30. Lifehouse - You And Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;31. Case - Missing You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;32. Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;33. Sarah McLachlan - I Will Remember You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;34. Imago - Idlip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;35. Musiq Soulchild - Don't Change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;36. Goo Goo Dolls - Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;37. Lifehouse - Sick Cycle Carousel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;38. Filter - Take A Picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;39. Tori Amos - Sleeps With Butterflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;40. Justin Timberlake - Sexyback&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS:&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;1. Which song do you prefer, #1 or #40? &lt;em&gt;#40, coz it wakes me up when i'm sleepy at work.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever listened to #12 continuously on repeat? &lt;em&gt;Yup..&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What album is #26 from? &lt;em&gt;Caedmon's Call's 40 Acres..&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;4. What do you think about the artist who did #15? &lt;em&gt;I like the original line up more.. But they're still cool..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is #19 one of your favorite songs? &lt;em&gt;Not really..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who does #38 remind you of? &lt;em&gt;Haha.. The Girl Next Door?? :P&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;7. Does #20 have better lyrics or music? &lt;em&gt;Music..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do any of your friends like #3? &lt;em&gt;Hmm.. Some of them do..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is #33 from a movie soundtrack?&lt;em&gt; Yep.. I forgot the title but I think Natalie Portman was in it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is #18 overplayed on the radio? &lt;em&gt;I don't think so now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What does #21 remind you of?&lt;em&gt; A huge fight..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which song do you prefer, #5 or #22? &lt;em&gt;#22.. Love this song..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What album is #17 from? &lt;em&gt;Ashlee Simpson's Autobiography..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When did you first hear #39? &lt;em&gt;Around February this year..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When did you first hear #7? &lt;em&gt;A long long time ago.. Hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What genre is #8? &lt;em&gt;Rap.. Old School.. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do any of your friends like #14? &lt;em&gt;Malamang.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What color does #4 remind you of?&lt;em&gt; Black dark sky..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever blasted #11 on your stereo? &lt;em&gt;Hmm.. No.. I like it not too loud..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What genre is #37? &lt;em&gt;Alternative..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you play #13 on any instrument? &lt;em&gt;Hehe.. Mahirap un..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your favorite lyric from #30? &lt;em&gt;Everything she does is beautiful.. Everything she does is right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favorite lyric from #23? &lt;em&gt;We have an ear for envy.. Never a tongue for praise..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you recommend #24 to your friends? &lt;em&gt;Uhuh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is #2 a good song to dance to? &lt;em&gt;Nope.. Haha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you ever hear #16 on the radio? &lt;em&gt;Yep yep.. Quite Often..&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;27. Is #32 more of a “nighttime” or “daytime” song? &lt;em&gt;Definitely night time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Does #36 have any special meaning to you? &lt;em&gt;Yeah.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do any of your friends like #31? &lt;em&gt;Yes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Is #25 a fast or slow song? &lt;em&gt;Fast..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Is #35 a happy or sad song? &lt;em&gt;Happy sad.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is one of your favorite lyrics from #9? &lt;em&gt;In the morning after staying up all night.. I want to wake you just to hear you tell me it's alright.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Is #34 better to listen to alone or with friends? &lt;em&gt;Alone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When did you first hear #27? &lt;em&gt;Spiderman2 movie..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Name 3 other songs by the artist who did #29? &lt;em&gt;A Little Bit, saka ano.. Ahh.. Puro covers eh.. Counted ba un?? :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you know all the words to #6?&lt;em&gt; Almost.. :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Does #28 have better lyrics or music? &lt;em&gt;Music..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What album is #10 from? &lt;em&gt;Caedmon's Call's Long Line Of Leavers..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-116044270425336771?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/116044270425336771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=116044270425336771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/116044270425336771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/116044270425336771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-try.html' title='just try ;) ..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115947585395092283</id><published>2006-09-29T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T04:38:49.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreary..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After awhile you learn the subtle difference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;between holding a hand and chaining a soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you learn that love doesn't mean possession&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and company doesn't mean security.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and presents aren't promises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and your eyes ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you learn to build your roads today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and futures have ways of falling down in mid-flight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you learn that you really can endure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you really are strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you really do have worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you learn and you learn...with every goodbye you learn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Virginia Shopstall [ comes the dawn ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115947585395092283?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115947585395092283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115947585395092283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115947585395092283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115947585395092283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/09/dreary.html' title='dreary..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115814480079312340</id><published>2006-09-13T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:13:45.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>matalino ako!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano nga ba ang sukatan ng talino??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumadating din ang tao sa panahon na wala talaga syang magawa (madalas atang mangyari sa akin to ngayon) , at naiisipan nyang sumagot ng mga online IQ test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at iyon nga ang ginawa ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medyo mahaba ang test.. 11 pages ito.. halo-halo.. me verbal reasoning, me abstract patterns at syempre mawawala ba naman ang math?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di nga ako makapagconcentrate nung nagsasagot ako.. pano ba naman?? dun sa left side nung site e me mga larawan ng mga babae na kita ang dibdib!! hehe.. baka mamaya e me makakita sa akin, sabihin nagsusurf ako ng mga porn sites.. hehe.. mawalan pa ko ng trabaho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto naman ang resulta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/1600/iq.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/400/iq.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;uy! 135 daw ang IQ ko.. e ano naman ngayon?!? (oo, si bill gates ung nasa litrato!!)&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nagsearch ako sa net kung anong ibig sabihin kapag ang isang tao ay may 135 na IQ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sabi sa &lt;a href="http://www.increasebrainpower.com/iq-scale.html" target="_new"&gt;http://www.increasebrainpower.com/iq-scale.html&lt;/a&gt; ang tao daw na me IQ between 135 to 144 ay very gifted.. naks, gifted child pala ko.. asan na ang promil commercial ko??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinabi din sa result na ako daw ay "facts curator".. wuhdahekisdat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayon na din sa aking pagsasaliksik, ang ibig sabihin daw nun ay eto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Like a meticulous collector, you've fed your brain a unique set of facts and figures over the years. Words, numbers, you've got it all. That's what makes you a Facts Curator. Whether or not you intend to absorb every piece of information that comes your way, your mind has certain steel-trap qualities to it. You are a knowledge sponge. You have almost enough words in your head to fill a dictionary, and you're equally adept when it comes to manipulating numbers. You can also detect important patterns in number sequences, and probably remember the mnemonic devices you were taught in grade school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may feel comfortable in classroom settings where absorbing details is critical. You're also able to learn from example and piece together all the little facts in life to get to the big picture. That's why you never stop accumulating information as you walk through life. Your strengths lie in both the verbal and math realms — placing you in the same arena as someone like Bill Gates. Gates has the ability to not only store and retrieve an especially large amount of specialized data, but to translate and present that information to the population at large. His entire empire is based on this unique talent. And to think — your brain works in this same way! When it comes right down to it, you and other Facts Curators can ride a wave of information to live a truly enriched life." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. not bad.. at me kadugtong pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great Jobs For You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because of the way you process information, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these are just some of the many careers in which you wcould excel: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;􀁺 Tech writer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;􀁺 Astronomer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;􀁺 Computer engineer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;􀁺 Algebra teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;􀁺 Copy editor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;􀁺 Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Your Greatest Talents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've got tons of strengths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It wouldn't surprise us if you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;􀁺 Can process information quickly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;􀁺 Can articulate knowledge clearly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;􀁺 Are a thorough researcher; almost detective-like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;􀁺 Are the person friends want to call for their "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" lifeline &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ayos.. kung magiging kasing-yaman din ako ni pareng bill gates e.. why not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at least hindi naman nalalayo ung trabaho ko ngayon sa mga career na suited sa type of intelligence ko.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at dahil doon ay naengganyo tuloy akong makita ang kabuuan ng analysis nila sa intelligence ko..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A FULL REPORT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag click ko sa button ay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/1600/report.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/320/report.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ay! 12.95 dollars.. hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mukhang alam ko na kung para saan ang 135 IQ score ko.. hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;let's all go back to FREE results..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;peace and love everyone.. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/25450329-115814480079312340?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115814480079312340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115814480079312340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115814480079312340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115814480079312340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/09/matalino-ako.html' title='matalino ako!'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115797987766946866</id><published>2006-09-11T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:10:20.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drag the smoke..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ang hirap maipit sa sitwasyong di mo naman alam kung pano ka napunta dun, in the first place.. pwede ba yun?? haha.. di ba sabi nga nila, lahat naman ng mga nangyayari sa atin ngaun e bunga lang ng mga nangyari sa atin sa nakaraan.. repercussions lang kung baga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako kasi, happy go lucky talaga.. just go with the flow.. bahala na.. mali ata diskarte ko.. when i was younger, it was okay.. siguro ngaun hindi na.. hindi na pwede ung balewalain ko muna sa umpisa at intayin na ung problema ang mag-ayos sa sarili nya.. believe it or not, madalas mangyari to sa kin.. when i'm stuck in deep shit, me dadating at aayos nito para sa akin.. not this time.. tumatanda ka na, kat.. dapat once in while, isipin mo din ang magiging outcome ng mga actions mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate not knowing what to do.. paano ko nga naman malalaman kung ano ang gagawin ko kung hindi ko talaga alam kung paano ako nasadlak sa gitna ng gulo?? kung pede lang maglaho kahit sandali.. kahit mga 3 years lang.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kaya kausapin mo ko kung anong problema mo.. kung ako ba ang problema..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayokong mangapa sa dilim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just start right, kat.. just start right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115797987766946866?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115797987766946866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115797987766946866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115797987766946866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115797987766946866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/09/drag-smoke.html' title='drag the smoke..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115744421870802350</id><published>2006-09-05T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:16:58.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kasanayan..</title><content type='html'>mahirap masanay sa dilim..&lt;br /&gt;nangangapa nang nakapikit sa ligaw na pangarap&lt;br /&gt;at damdamin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahirap masanay sa lungkot..&lt;br /&gt;unti-unti kang hihilahin ng kawalan ng pag-asa't&lt;br /&gt;pagkabagot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahirap masanay sa pag-iisa..&lt;br /&gt;gumugunita ng mga di malilimutang masasakit&lt;br /&gt;na ala-ala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi naman dapat ganoon..&lt;br /&gt;hindi naman dapat masanay&lt;br /&gt;sa dilim,&lt;br /&gt;sa lungkot,&lt;br /&gt;sa pang-iisa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang dilim kakikitaan din ng pira-pirasong liwanag..&lt;br /&gt;ang lungkot ay mapapawi din ng mumunting mga ngiti..&lt;br /&gt;ang pag-iisa'y mahahanapan din ng katuwang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi habang panahon&lt;br /&gt;mangangapa,&lt;br /&gt;mababagot,&lt;br /&gt;mangungulila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi habang panahon&lt;br /&gt;pipikit,&lt;br /&gt;masasaktan,&lt;br /&gt;luluha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng bagay me katapusan..&lt;br /&gt;matatapos din&lt;br /&gt;ang dilim,&lt;br /&gt;ang lungkot,&lt;br /&gt;ang pag-iisa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahat kailangan ng panimula..&lt;br /&gt;magsisimula din&lt;br /&gt;ang liwanag,&lt;br /&gt;ang ligaya,&lt;br /&gt;ang pagtutuwang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan lang&lt;br /&gt;mamulat,&lt;br /&gt;ngumiti,&lt;br /&gt;makaunawa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamulat sa gitna ng dilim..&lt;br /&gt;ngumiti sa kabila ng lungkot..&lt;br /&gt;makaunawa habang nag-iisa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115744421870802350?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115744421870802350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115744421870802350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115744421870802350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115744421870802350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/09/kasanayan.html' title='kasanayan..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115625123807782395</id><published>2006-08-22T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:59:38.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes.. i am giving up.. i am giving up the hope that everything will fall into place.. just like before.. no.. it won't happen.. for now, i can say that.. he's too absorbed in his own world to be able to notice my feelings and expectations.. i knew that, maybe earlier in my subconsciousness, but i have always known it.. and i am also to blame, i know.. i act as if i couldn't care less.. that's what i am showing him.. the toughie me.. i don't want to be like this, really, but i've sunk too deep into this shit that i will just go with the flow.. if this will lead me into being so badly beaten and bruised again then i don't mind.. i have been in that state before, i'll just get up and fight back again.. or maybe i won't..&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- &lt;em&gt;taken from my livejournal account..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;revisiting previous thoughts and feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115625123807782395?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115625123807782395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115625123807782395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115625123807782395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115625123807782395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/08/giving-up.html' title='giving up..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115562269728041621</id><published>2006-08-15T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:18:17.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom..</title><content type='html'>they sure do make it tough for us lefties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;that is correct??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alRIGHTy then&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT of way&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;i believe i get to go first??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bill of RIGHTs&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;equality document??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the RIGHT thing&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;follow the rules??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT person&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;compatible counterpart??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT now&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;the present time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;you have no business??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT away&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;quickly??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be RIGHT with you&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;please wait a moment??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have every RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;i've got the upper hand??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm LEFT with more questions than answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see what happens when a lefty gets bored?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115562269728041621?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115562269728041621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115562269728041621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115562269728041621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115562269728041621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/08/boredom.html' title='boredom..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115440985269053218</id><published>2006-08-01T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:34:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on a rainy tuesday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i had mistaken his eyes for stars so i followed him where he went.. the sight of those stars made me dream and the dreams were beautiful but not more beautiful than the light of the stars i thought i saw in his eyes.. i chased the stars down to where they stopped and stayed still.. he saw me finally and he said, ever so gently, sorry, you've mistaken my eyes for stars and they're not.. and i said, oh, i see that now and maybe i should have been sad when he was looking at me.. they were not stars but they were just as bright, if not more so.. i know now that they are not stars, i told him, but i like them.. can i stay here to look at them?? i asked him and he smiled and said, yes, you can stay here and look at them.. so he let me stay and here i am and there i will be until he lets me go.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115440985269053218?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115440985269053218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115440985269053218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115440985269053218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115440985269053218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/08/thoughts-on-rainy-tuesday.html' title='thoughts on a rainy tuesday..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115407425644498080</id><published>2006-07-28T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:33:52.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this month's mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;blue sky - hale&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when do stars fade their light?&lt;br /&gt;does the moon and the sun make it right&lt;br /&gt;for you the world maybe&lt;br /&gt;like an endless storm chasing a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is there hate in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;does your body drop and tell you to stop&lt;br /&gt;loving you or loving me&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls down you just sing with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz there's a blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;waiting tomorrow shining and shimmering&lt;br /&gt;a blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh don't you wash away that smile&lt;br /&gt;you just look out the window and see the light&lt;br /&gt;it's beautiful to be alive&lt;br /&gt;it's wonderful to live a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is sure to shine&lt;br /&gt;for you and me for everyone&lt;br /&gt;so don't be sad it's just the start&lt;br /&gt;of a new beginning in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's a blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;waiting tomorrow shining and shimmering&lt;br /&gt;a blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's all we need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain will keep on pouring&lt;br /&gt;some things you can't control&lt;br /&gt;and while the sun seems far and hard to hold&lt;br /&gt;it will ...unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there will always be a blue sky&lt;br /&gt;a blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;full of..hope..yeah&lt;br /&gt;full of hope yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz there's a blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;waiting tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;shining and shimmering&lt;br /&gt;a blue sky waiting tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~oOo~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115407425644498080?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115407425644498080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115407425644498080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115407425644498080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115407425644498080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-months-mantra.html' title='this month&apos;s mantra'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115407030119283607</id><published>2006-07-28T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:47:14.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..haLer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've always been a big fan of hale.. broken sonnet days pa.. long before the song "the day you said goodnight" became everybody's national anthem.. thanks to the people who love ripping music *heehee &gt;:p* and uploading it in the World Wide Web, i have listened to the whole album and appreciated it before the whole nation was swept with the "hale bug"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am always a fan of good music.. and hale delivers such that.. they have intelligent lyrics and great melodies.. though theirs are mostly lonely, somber songs.. i would compare their music with coldplay.. sad melody, deep lyrics.. just the same.. even though champ voice's is utterly monotonous *heehee*, it's endearing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe their only fault was the album sold really well.. especially for a rock band.. i was kinda surprised that the masses embraced their style.. the style were for the A and B crowd.. well, pinoys are suckers for love songs, and it seems that in whatever music genre they appear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its kinda sad that nababastos sila if ever they perform with other rock bands.. especially if the crowd is very rowdy.. i would love to enjoy hale alongside other bands i love like imago and sandwich.. at least they're original unlike some band i know.. posers.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be posting the song "Blue Sky", a single released from their repackaged album and was also included in the first album.. i didn't like that they've released the repackaged album.. they're like squeezing the songs of all damn's worth.. bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've heard it all before.. but it's playing everywhere now and i just can't keep this song outta my head.. and it is so suited with what i'm experiencing right now.. for once, a song with a good-feel vibe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and love, everyone..&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~oOo~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115407030119283607?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115407030119283607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115407030119283607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115407030119283607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115407030119283607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/07/haler.html' title='..haLer..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115200736692962871</id><published>2006-07-04T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:33:09.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do before i die..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;shout until my lungs burst at the top of a mountain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;sing in the rain.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;learn how to cook.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;own a dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;stay in a "paradise" for a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;write a book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;live alone.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;be a mom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;dance with someone special barefoot at a deserted beach under the moon and the stars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;own a closet full of books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cook a special dinner for someone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;send a deserving child to school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;say sorry and i love you to all the people that touched my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go abroad just for leisure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;visit China to trace my roots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;study photography.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;kiss a stranger. ^-^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to play the piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn a new language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*things will be added and things will be marked done.. i just wish i could do even half.. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~oOo~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115200736692962871?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115200736692962871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115200736692962871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115200736692962871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115200736692962871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='things to do before i die..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115157620405145238</id><published>2006-06-29T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:42:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my current ranting anthem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;much has been said&lt;br /&gt;said you never leave&lt;br /&gt;why'd it have to be&lt;br /&gt;harder than it had to be&lt;br /&gt;don't you throw blame&lt;br /&gt;you were part of this&lt;br /&gt;wasn't suppose to end&lt;br /&gt;with us just walking away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times we tried&lt;br /&gt;holding on to the pain but in my baby's eyes&lt;br /&gt;i see my shame&lt;br /&gt;asking why you had to leave&lt;br /&gt;wasn't i strong enough to make you see&lt;br /&gt;that the biggest part of this it's not about you or me&lt;br /&gt;but just be wrong if we held on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe tomorrow we'll find&lt;br /&gt;a taste for the old days hard lessons&lt;br /&gt;we've left behind&lt;br /&gt;this mirrors an open door&lt;br /&gt;i can barely stand to see myself&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying out for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh lord&lt;br /&gt;ohh lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much has been said&lt;br /&gt;will i never learn&lt;br /&gt;keeping my fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt;praying for my luck to turn&lt;br /&gt;but i can't complain&lt;br /&gt;i'm living it easy&lt;br /&gt;job's keeping me busy&lt;br /&gt;going crazy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't describe the way it felt&lt;br /&gt;when you left said your goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;it just seems crazy for me to think&lt;br /&gt;that I'll find love a second time&lt;br /&gt;but we all know how it all wraps up in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow we'll find&lt;br /&gt;a taste for the old days hard lessons&lt;br /&gt;we've left behind&lt;br /&gt;this mirrors an open door&lt;br /&gt;i can barely stand to see myself&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying out for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh lord&lt;br /&gt;ohh lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i leaving behind&lt;br /&gt;sweet how we see the big picture when you're life's not on the line i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know the way but do you see what i see&lt;br /&gt;A tortured life always second guessing the bookie&lt;br /&gt;money on the table thought that was all I had to do&lt;br /&gt;never came home&lt;br /&gt;never said a word to tell you&lt;br /&gt;no one ever said it was going easy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;start over again&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;let's do it right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start over again&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;Lets keep the fires burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start over again&lt;br /&gt;start over again&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;let's do it right sweet child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start over again&lt;br /&gt;start over again&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;lets keep the fires burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say i only hear what i want to:&lt;br /&gt;you say i talk so all the time&lt;br /&gt;i talk so all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~oOo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115157620405145238?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115157620405145238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115157620405145238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115157620405145238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115157620405145238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-current-ranting-anthem.html' title='my current ranting anthem..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115097277706363980</id><published>2006-06-22T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:43:49.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga bagay na mamimiss ko sa pagtatrabaho sa bangko..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in random order.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ang paglulunch ng 11:30 - 1:30..&lt;br /&gt;o di ba ang sarap??? 2 hours ang lunch break.. hehe.. if you're a fast eater, 30 minutes eating time and 1 hour and 30 minutes na sleeping time.. considerate ang mga tao dito.. lights out talaga during these hours.. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para naman sa mga di natutulog na tulad ko, ang 1 and a half hours ay sapat na para manood ng movie o kya'y downloaded episode ng naruto at bleach.. sapat na din ito para mahumaling sa mga online games na family feud at maghanap ng pagkakaiba sa mga larawan sa www.findherdifferences.com/lingerie-and-bikini-edition na hard mode.. ehem ehem.. (paunawa: ang laro sa nasabing site ay nakapagdudulot ng konting pagkatulala at pagtulo ng laway sa mga kalalakihan..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;12:00 - 1:30 talaga ang lunch break.. kaya lang dahil ang mga taga IT ay ayaw ng mahahabang pila, maaga silang umaakyat sa canteen para makaiwas rito.. normal routine na po ito.. hehe.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ang masasarap na cake sa canteen..&lt;br /&gt;masarap talaga ang cake dito promise.. hehe.. this coming from a dessert enthusiast as myself is enough a praise.. hehe.. dinadayo ang mga cakes na gawa ng catering service namin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for inquiries please call... hmmm.. nakalimutan ko local nila.. next time na lang.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. internet banking..&lt;br /&gt;mamimiss ko ung mga dialog na "uy! me piso ka?? patransfer naman sa account ko o.. 199 na lang pera ko e.. para mawithdraw ko.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kaya ung "claire!! di ako makalog-in sa connect.. host unavailable!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamimiss ko ang mga ito dahil kapag hindi na payroll ang account ko required na akong magmaintain ng balance na hindi bababa sa 5K.. biruin mo un.. pero sabi ni jambi 2k na lang daw ang maintaining balance.. pag ganun nga, pwedeng hindi ko ito mamiss.. hehe.. ung pagsigaw na lang kay claire ang mamimiss ko.. di bale.. alam ko naman local nya e.. hehe.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. merienda time&lt;br /&gt;oo na.. puro pagkain ang mamimiss ko.. hehe.. mamimiss ko ang merienda time tuwing alas 4.. hehe.. mahilig kasing kumain ang mga teammates ko.. naendoctrinate tuloy ako hehe.. sana sa lilipatan ko me ganito din.. *hay* mamimiss ko ang kamote fries at barbecue ni manang sa backdoor, ang dirty ice cream na pinalaman sa monay sa me pacific star, ang mini stop at 7-11, ang mga fastfood stores sa palibot namin, at ang mani, fishball, squidball, kikiam at sweetcorn sa me hsbc.. and last but not the least ang mga junk foods at pastries sa value shop (for more info, see no.5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ang value shop..&lt;br /&gt;ano ba ang value shop?? ang value shop ay parang maliit na grocery na matatagpuan sa basement 2 ng building namin.. dito mo mabibili ang mga kailangan mo para makasurvive ka sa iyong araw-araw na gawain sa opisina tulad ng tissue, alcohol, ensaymada, chicken nuggets, 1.5 liters na coke, marshmallows, pillows, mr. chips at ibang mga kapaki-pakinabang na bagay.. kahit wala kang pera sige lang, humayo ka't bumili sa value shop.. basta't alam mo ang employee number mo, mairaraos mo ang iyong pangangailangan.. idedebit na lang nila sa payroll mo.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakalaking tulong sa akin ng value shop.. hehe.. especially when i need my daily sugar fix.. hehe.. daming chocolates dito.. yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas mahal lang sya ng piso or dos kesa sa mga grocecies.. pwede na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ang interlink..&lt;br /&gt;mamimiss ko ding magpadown-up ng mga servers.. mamiss kong magacquire ng mga terminal sa iba't ibang region na available para sa development.. at ang pinakamamimiss ko??? ang pagpindot ng paulit paulit sa enter key na matatagpuan sa numpad.. hehe.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  ang "itd good morning.. this is kat.."&lt;br /&gt;hay.. alam nyo minsan hanggang sa bahay, lalo na pag bagong gising ako, nasasabi ko to.. tinatawanan ako ng mga barkada ko pag tumatawag sila sa office.. gustong gusto nila kong binusbuska tungkol dito.. wala akong magawa!! SOP kasi.. i report pa ko sa CRC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamimiss ko din ang pagsabi ni jhaz lagi ng "uy.. ang ganda talaga ng boses.." hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. ang aming bagong uniform..&lt;br /&gt;mamiss ko sya di lang dahil sa 1 month ko lang sya naisuot, kundi dahil sa kulay pink sya.. hehe.. in fairness, mas maganda ung style ngaun kesa dun sa past uniform namin.. me burberry effect pa.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo.. sa isang taon na pagtatrabaho ko dito nakadalawang palit na ko ng uniform.. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ang aming biometrics machine..&lt;br /&gt;me dalawang biometrics machine sa lobby namin.. at dito kami nagtitime-in at time-out.. at minsan pag sinuswerte ka sa umaga at late ka na, ung isang biometrics e late ng 30 minutes ang oras.. minsan naman 10 years na e di pa din nya nareread ung barcode sa id mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barcode?? tapos biometrics machine?? dati daw kasi fingerprint scan ang gamit dyan.. e meron ata mga empleyado dito na kasing bigat ng adobe ang thumb kaya nasisira.. nagsasawa na silang magpalit kaya barcode nalang.. parang grocery baga.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan pa ang pangalan na nag-aapear sa yo e, "user does not exists".. normal na un.. pero ako naging pangalan ko na ang "reynaldo bitbit jr.".. sino kaya to??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. syempre pa.. mga office mates ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@ the team mates @@&lt;br /&gt;si miss jill, ang aking mother chicken, ang aking project leader.. si sir vernon, ang aming stand-up comedian, the kuya.. si miss rhazzle, kachikahan ko tungkol sa gadgets, sa damit at sa kung anu ano pang kakikayan.. si sir joe, ang aking proxy server at taga download ng episodes ng bleach, naruto, FMA at tsubasa chronicles.. si claire, the musician, laging malas pag thursday, nagbabalak kaming itatag ang KUPAL'S PRODUCTION.. hehe.. si johnvi, ang kanyang honey ang supplier ng aming tumbler, ang galing nya sa find her differences parang di sya nakasalamin.. si lance, sabit lang to (hehe..), kasama sa panonood ng movies at ng gigs ng love kong si diego.. si miss raqs, kikay din ito.. at ang BIG BROTHER, si sir jim, ang aming project officer.. hehe.. co-alumnus ko ito!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@mga hindi ko teammates@&lt;br /&gt;si cindy, kasabay ko nag-start, sya na ang senior sa team nla(hanep!!).. si fred, ang payroll master, kasama ko ding manood ng movies, kasama din sa OT.. si cherry, na may maliit na boses at naadik sa mars.. si jhaz, singer ito, ang love ni james at ang kumokontra sa lahat ng kalokohan ko.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madami pa sila.. kung iisa-isahin ko sila e aabutin tayo ng mahabang panahon.. hehe.. miss congeniality yata ito.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'll be leaving all these things behind.. mamimiss ko talaga lahat ng mga ito.. lahat ng mga bagay at tao na naging bahagi ng buhay ko dito.. special to para sakin.. first job kasi e.. pero i need to let them all go.. so that i can search for the things that could complete me and satisfy me more.. so that i can also grow.. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like saying goodbye and hello at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~oOo~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115097277706363980?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115097277706363980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115097277706363980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;..to my favorite mistake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like the moon for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i sit by the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;late at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking at the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're so mesmerising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so out of reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever plotting how to reach you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how many times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am always crashing down to the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doomed forever to drown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;helplessly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swimming and swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i thought i had reached you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had finally grasped you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a globe of light within my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was it only a dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an illusion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it felt so real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once more you appear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tempting me with your brilliant shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beneath the dark sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i ride my rocketship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to try to reach you again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i burn it down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and forever not look at the sky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;~oOo~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115079894660329868?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115079894660329868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115079894660329868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115079894660329868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115079894660329868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-promise-to-be-kept.html' title='for a promise to be kept..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115034854652665546</id><published>2006-06-15T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:22:45.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should you??</title><content type='html'>hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this will help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 51%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/job-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you don't have the worst job in the world, but it's not great.&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry, you're not the problem - your company is.&lt;br /&gt;Start looking around for another job, even if you're not totally fed up.&lt;br /&gt;Because in time, you're going to be dying to quit!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/"&gt;Should You Quit Your Job?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;~oOo~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115034854652665546?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115034854652665546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115034854652665546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115034854652665546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115034854652665546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/06/should-you.html' title='should you??'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-115034767370583664</id><published>2006-06-15T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:21:10.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dragon reborn..</title><content type='html'>WELCOME TO EMERSON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.. i'm in and i'm starting there this july 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.. finally.. akala ko wala na talaga.. i thought they will never call, but hey, they did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the call came with a hilarious story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they did asked me to give 2 former supervisors as references.. well, anong magagawa ko first job ko to so walang former.. it is out of the running.. hehe.. so, i gave them infos about my senior project officer and my project leader, thinking "nah, they wouldn't call them.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but they did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ang taray, &lt;strong&gt;senior project officer&lt;/strong&gt; ko pa ang tinawagan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;imagine my shock when i entered emerson's office (the call was for a final interview) and the hr officer handling my file said "katrina, sira ka talaga ba't mo binigay number ng boss mo?? tinawagan ko siya kagabi!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i know then that my current job is history and they needed to damn well hire me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;buti na lang, job offer na pala un.. hehe.. swerte..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ang problema na lang e ung pagpasok ko kinabukasan at kung paano ko makakalabas ng buhay sa office ng boss ko.. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thank goodness, my boss took it mildly and good-naturedly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he was driving when emerson called.. naisip daw niya ang lakas naman daw ng loob ko at siya ung binigay kong reference.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sinabi lang daw nya kung ano ung totoo.. at syempre makakaligtas ba ang... what else? syempre ung tardiness ko.. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so even before i started my job at emerson, i've been told that my attendance, rather my punctuality, will be well-monitored.. harhar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, so many changes are happening at my life right now.. and i'm looking forward to all of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just bring it on.. at least di boring ang buhay ko.. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'til next..&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;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;~oOo~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-115034767370583664?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/115034767370583664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=115034767370583664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115034767370583664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/115034767370583664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/06/dragon-reborn.html' title='the dragon reborn..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-114769121992134935</id><published>2006-05-15T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:20:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0% werk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what a monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started with a team meeting.. and as what our SPO emphasized so dearly, was the first team meeting of the year.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as expected if you have teammates as goofy as mine, we were all making fun of each other and spent half the day laughing.. and eating MOCCA mamon.. yum!!! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came MERIENDA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/320/Img_3127.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;this was one of my teammates last day at the office.. so we decided to treat her with pizza.. some people (ehem, like us) just can't get enough pizza.. teehee.. and coke!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and with such festive(??) spirit, who can work? ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/1600/Dsc00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/320/Dsc00075.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;some people can't even wait.. hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tata!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;~oOo~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-114769121992134935?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/114769121992134935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=114769121992134935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/114769121992134935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/114769121992134935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/05/0-werk.html' title='0% werk..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-114752362754544393</id><published>2006-05-13T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:19:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unleashing the dragon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's been one hell of a summer for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and being offered a chance to go to the US of A is a good thing to cap things off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it started by being called for an interview by a company where i have passed my resume almost 3 months ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the interview did moderately well but i didn't get my hopes up because they needed people with 2 years or more experience(ding!).. and they only needed 2.. by the way, TEN people were interviewed that day(dingdong!!)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after 2 days, i received a text message from them asking my email address for instructions for further exams.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT!!! exams??!! ano ba ito?!! kailangan ko bang dumaan sa butas ng karayom dito??!! nevertheless, i gave them my email address.. malay mo makapasa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the email consists of instructions asking me for dates so they can schedule my psychological and IELTS exam.. and they are asking me for 5 character references (2 of which should be my FORMER supervisors)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hey hey hey.. the psychological exam shouldn't be that hard.. i am very sure (though some friends thought otherwise) that i am not psycho-delusional.. i am sane, HONEST!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IELTS?!! hah! it should be easy for a bookworm like me.. by the way, i am hoarding IELTS review tapes and materials.. if you happen to have one, please lend it to me or ELSE!! i am also looking for films with the characters speaking with a british accent.. feel free to text me if you have one.. I'M DESPERATE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as for the character references, i have done it with a little help from friends.. i gave them infos about 2 friends, 1 former college professor and yes, my 2 immediate supervisor.. i haven't RESIGNED yet and this is my first job.. so where in the world will i get FORMER supervisors?? i am crossing my fingers that i am not anywhere near the area when my supervisors are being asked about my work performance by the HR of another company!! hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there!! i just have to wait for a week to know my exam results (i'll be taking the psychological exam this friday and the IELTS exam the next day).. i hope i'll be posting good news by then..&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;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;by the way, an angel of a friend who is working in the said company told me i'm already in.. but until i am actually holding the employment contract with my hands, my ears are shut, my eyes are closed and my lips are murmuring prayers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ciao!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;~oOo~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-114752362754544393?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/114752362754544393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=114752362754544393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/114752362754544393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/114752362754544393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/05/unleashing-dragon.html' title='unleashing the dragon..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450329.post-114752104737221945</id><published>2006-05-13T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:18:07.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. shopping for jeans.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/1600/2920729311.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hay.. it has been my problem since my mom stopped picking all my clothes for me.. it would make the world such a better place if they would just make jeans a little bit longer here in the philippines.. hehe.. well, for me it would.. ;p &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/1600/2716719347.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. spicy foods.. considering that my mom is a bicolana but i just can't tolerate spicy food.. even with just a teeny weeny bit, i'll be screaming for WATER!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. eating alone :&lt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/1600/2716719347.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. nuff said.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/1600/2716719347.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/1600/2716719347.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/1600/2716719347.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. ants.. yeah.. we are taught to admire them.. how industrious and thrifty creatures they are.. yadda yadda yadda.. but they do BITE you know and it is so ITCHY!! and the worst thing is being bitten in a public place in a body part that you know and you wouldn't dream of scratching in front of everyone.. get my drift?? ;p i also LOOOOOOOOOOvvEEE sweets.. so you ants just &lt;a href="mailto:f@#&amp;*$$"&gt;f@#&amp;amp;*$$&lt;/a&gt; GET OFF IT!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. mixed juices. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2215/2659/1600/2716719347.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am talking about those mixed powder juices like orange-mango and stuff like that.. para sa akin kasi, pag ORANGE ORANGE lang.. pag PINEAPPLE PINEAPPLE lang.. damn! don't make my world a complicated place!! ;p just don't like the taste.. period.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~oOo~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25450329-114752104737221945?l=hatingpsyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/feeds/114752104737221945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25450329&amp;postID=114752104737221945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/114752104737221945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25450329/posts/default/114752104737221945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatingpsyche.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-hates.html' title='my hates..'/><author><name>marikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13453231959754601646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9586/9889ee8a72029d3d7zvresizebd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
