<?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-8988751</id><updated>2011-10-05T08:18:05.386+08:00</updated><category term='fail'/><category term='dread'/><category term='back'/><category term='quiz'/><title type='text'>another attempt at blogging</title><subtitle type='html'>will run again soon!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-4358267513636445764</id><published>2011-01-17T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:32:28.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>baka naman masama talaga akong tao?&lt;br /&gt;baka naman may mali talaga sa akin pero hindi ko lang alam?&lt;br /&gt;baka naman nagkakamali ako sa pagkakakilala ko sa sarili ko?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-4358267513636445764?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4358267513636445764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=4358267513636445764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/4358267513636445764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/4358267513636445764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2011/01/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-6008405968696440269</id><published>2011-01-07T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:59:44.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 in one blog entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Did you enjoy this year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scuba diving, white water rafting and went out of the country alone. and cheering for the philippines national football team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you keep your new years' resolutions? Will you make more for next year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ever i made one it was to lose weight which...i don't think i succeeded in doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's gf gave birth to my nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new and better job. a car. peace of mind. stability. a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What date from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scuba diving haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your biggest failure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... not finding a new job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i am getting older, yes. but i also discovered how enjoyable demerol is. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i didn't get to buy anything big or remarkable... but i had been raving about the leggings i bought at topshop. i guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...none comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baby and taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip to taiwan, river rafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What songs will always remind you of 2010?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin beiber. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. happier or sadder? sadder&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? fatter&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? poorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saving up, getting a creative outlet, generally being more productive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you spend Christmas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with family. a bunch of rowdy cousins. and a semi-celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you spend New Year's?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with family as well. both sides. singing for hours and playing with fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you fall in love in 2010?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many one-night stands?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dero. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the best book you read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunger games series :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakanaction. sooooo awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you want and get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trips i had were unexpected so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you want and not get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip to japan, new camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. taipei zoo and taipei 101 with Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting a japan visa so i could've gone to japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fandom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still kanjani8. but now not just ryo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMA winning a seat in the congress. and her sons, too. and Lito Lapid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who did you miss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-6008405968696440269?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6008405968696440269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=6008405968696440269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/6008405968696440269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/6008405968696440269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-in-one-blog-entry.html' title='2010 in one blog entry'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-8574423797247569805</id><published>2010-08-19T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:01:16.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gordo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TGzky90DWNI/AAAAAAAAACo/ry3ZbyI2sCk/s1600/image-upload-7-775362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TGzky90DWNI/AAAAAAAAACo/ry3ZbyI2sCk/s320/image-upload-7-775362.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;playing with 6 month old chow chow after getting a pedicure. Spa owner's dog. Cuuuute &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-8574423797247569805?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/8574423797247569805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=8574423797247569805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/8574423797247569805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/8574423797247569805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2010/08/gordo.html' title='Gordo'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TGzky90DWNI/AAAAAAAAACo/ry3ZbyI2sCk/s72-c/image-upload-7-775362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-3771791831689601005</id><published>2010-08-05T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:17:04.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray dusk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TFqPny5OLGI/AAAAAAAAACg/VXwIn3mQRc0/s1600/image-upload-23-723546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TFqPny5OLGI/AAAAAAAAACg/VXwIn3mQRc0/s320/image-upload-23-723546.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Looks like rain again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-3771791831689601005?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3771791831689601005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=3771791831689601005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/3771791831689601005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/3771791831689601005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2010/08/gray-dusk.html' title='Gray dusk'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TFqPny5OLGI/AAAAAAAAACg/VXwIn3mQRc0/s72-c/image-upload-23-723546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-6506134345645149044</id><published>2010-07-14T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:42:44.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored ka na ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TD1qc8gwtUI/AAAAAAAAACY/Yrteso0TGjY/s1600/image-upload-114-762924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TD1qc8gwtUI/AAAAAAAAACY/Yrteso0TGjY/s320/image-upload-114-762924.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahahaha XD this chuva briefing is boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-6506134345645149044?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6506134345645149044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=6506134345645149044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/6506134345645149044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/6506134345645149044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2010/07/bored-ka-na-ba.html' title='Bored ka na ba?'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TD1qc8gwtUI/AAAAAAAAACY/Yrteso0TGjY/s72-c/image-upload-114-762924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-2630711395196684013</id><published>2010-07-13T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:54:58.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TDxiIEi4StI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m33Ms57kUCA/s1600/image-upload-10-796717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TDxiIEi4StI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m33Ms57kUCA/s320/image-upload-10-796717.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Devoured Recipe's crispy tilapia. YUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-2630711395196684013?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2630711395196684013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=2630711395196684013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/2630711395196684013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/2630711395196684013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2010/07/poor-fish.html' title='Poor fish'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TDxiIEi4StI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m33Ms57kUCA/s72-c/image-upload-10-796717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-6589605500960384012</id><published>2010-07-07T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:06:49.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uwian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhflU1d2-fE/TDSLSxvn5-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W1X94BSuqJk/s1600/image-upload-51-745709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TDSYCBo5zJI/AAAAAAAAACM/UUhck1USoHs/s320/image-upload-51-745709.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just in time for the last train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-6589605500960384012?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6589605500960384012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=6589605500960384012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/6589605500960384012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/6589605500960384012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2010/07/uwian.html' title='Uwian'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/TDSYCBo5zJI/AAAAAAAAACM/UUhck1USoHs/s72-c/image-upload-51-745709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-7215510793999285962</id><published>2010-01-27T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:01:08.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manifest</title><content type='html'>ooh last post was from january last year. yeah i'm gonna keep this blog. i realized i had it eversince my first job. and now, two boys blogged about later, it's still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with a meme. just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02) What was your dream growing up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be someone that counts. or be famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03) What talent do you wish you had?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gilbey's premium strength lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05) Favorite vegetable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalabasa o okra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06) What was the last book you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stainless Longganisa by Bob Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07) What zodiac sign are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter? Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the normal ear piercings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09) Worst Habit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating too much&lt;br /&gt;10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?&lt;br /&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) What is your favorite sport?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend it's Ryo I was stuck in an elevator with - I'd make small talk. But I know I can't go farther than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I AM weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) Do you have any pets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to have a cat but i'm now allergic.  we have a dog at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, let's pretend it's Ryo - ask why he's there and ask him in...and never let him out ever again.&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always the conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) What color eyes do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23) Ever been arrested?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) Bottle or can soda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pay off our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) What's your favorite place to hang out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of the pc with internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28) Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared of 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet - sleep - eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30) Do you swear a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31) Biggest pet peeve?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound of open-mouth chewing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maverick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34) Favorite and least favorite food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite - anything sweet&lt;br /&gt;least favorite - canned vienna sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35) Do you believe in God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-7215510793999285962?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7215510793999285962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=7215510793999285962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/7215510793999285962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/7215510793999285962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2010/01/manifest.html' title='manifest'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-1636739211289630234</id><published>2009-01-10T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:23:30.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>just... GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH</title><content type='html'>Mama has the amazing talent of making us, her children, realize how much of a failure we really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-1636739211289630234?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1636739211289630234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=1636739211289630234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/1636739211289630234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/1636739211289630234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.html' title='just... GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-938299965358441510</id><published>2008-12-23T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:43:58.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>the hidden meaning behind "Carmina Catacutan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Original and Innovative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kinda doubt it though :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-938299965358441510?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/938299965358441510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=938299965358441510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/938299965358441510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/938299965358441510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2008/12/hidden-meaning-behind-carmina-catacutan.html' title='the hidden meaning behind &quot;Carmina Catacutan&quot;'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-7016163073683681094</id><published>2008-11-28T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:23:40.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>putang ina</title><content type='html'>as if this day couldn't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it hate it hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been depressed the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;i've been lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating more than i should (but can't be compared to rea's LOL).&lt;br /&gt;my skin is fucking breaking out.  it's the first time i have three pimples on my ugly face.&lt;br /&gt;i've, again, thought about &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. ooh. dark.&lt;br /&gt;twilight sucked.  i hated kirsten (however you spell her name) 's acting and i am disturbed by rob's chest hair.&lt;br /&gt;and now i fucking hate my job.  i'm not so happy with my boss.  yeah boss is enjoyable and fun sometimes but ... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i think i'm really sick but i don't want to go see a doctor. or tell my mom.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to pay for gym that I didn't go to this month because.. MAMA KASI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i bought Microsoft Vista for 5,400.  credit card.&lt;br /&gt;i should pay for the smart fucking bro that kuya PROMISED to pay. last year pa.&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy a dslr but can't!  because i have so much to pay for!&lt;br /&gt;the whole goddamn world is in recession and there are terrorist attacks in India!&lt;br /&gt;ryo is so fucking hot and i will never ever be able to have sex with him.  wait, i will never ever get to have sex with any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i stuck in such a loser phase? gaaaaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to escape.&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry. fuck it.  i can't yet, i'm still in the office.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go to the NU rock awards. :(&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't.  BECAUSE OF MY BELOVED WORK.&lt;br /&gt;it's really manageable IF only it was properly distributed.  pag walang gagawin, totally walang gagawin.  pag meron todo todo naman at sabay-sabay.&lt;br /&gt;hay. life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di bale.  ilang taon na lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-7016163073683681094?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7016163073683681094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=7016163073683681094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/7016163073683681094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/7016163073683681094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2008/11/putang-ina.html' title='putang ina'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-6816043456654133598</id><published>2008-09-25T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:05:37.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dread'/><title type='text'>birthday blues?</title><content type='html'>i guess this is what people call birthday blues.  but i don't have it during birthdays.  i usually have it all year round.  and it just gets worse every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i just feel like crap for not having done anything significant with my life.  where was my passion to be of service to mankind?  lately i've just become a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;where are my dreams?  of becoming a film director?  of writing for television?  of imparting something creative with the world?  zipppppp nothing.&lt;br /&gt;how much do i have in the bank?&lt;br /&gt;what achievements can i be proud of come high school reunion, ten years after graduation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shouldn't be a big deal but somehow i think it is an issue that i still haven't had a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;and i blame it on my fatness, ugliness, weirdness, and too independentness (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;and probably my fear of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, lately, i feel like i've been more the existentialist i'm afraid of becoming.  like that poem that i'll never forget (but i already did), i'm like a wave endlessly crashing the shore.  i am destroying those who are near me and i push them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more importantly, what should i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-6816043456654133598?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6816043456654133598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=6816043456654133598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/6816043456654133598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/6816043456654133598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-blues.html' title='birthday blues?'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-7797941431881798824</id><published>2008-08-13T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:34:12.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>still boring.  not really.  been busy because i need money.&lt;br /&gt;don't we all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went down to take a peek at CT's new show.  we were introduced &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; by his manager.  the last time I was introduced, I was "supporter ng UST" and it's okay because UAAP season was still far.  but yesterday, it held a diffrent meaning because we have a game against them tomorrow!!! nakakahiya kaya!  sabi pa ni manager "O ayan, tiga UST."  tapos nagtawanan na lang kami kahit na nahihiya ako.  hmp.&lt;br /&gt;in my mind i was inflicting bodily harm to him. XP&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing i never found him attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope UST wins tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching Got to Believe (Star Cinema) at lunch today.  kyaaaaaaaa~ super kilig pala yun. hehe i forgot na eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Chris Tiu = Rico Yan.&lt;br /&gt;although my officemates had a violent reaction when i said that. LOL  they said Rico Yan looks waaaaaay better than Chris Tiu.&lt;br /&gt;it's also a good thing that i never found Rico Yan attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-7797941431881798824?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7797941431881798824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=7797941431881798824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/7797941431881798824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/7797941431881798824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2008/08/p.html' title=':P'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-776827198368965327</id><published>2008-08-06T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T02:05:30.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erm...</title><content type='html'>so i haven't updated.  boo me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, i don't write in my journal, my LJ, and here.  i'm too boring. lol  i don't feel like i'm doing enough with my life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random stuff:&lt;br /&gt;- went to the alicia keys concert earlier (finally!) and i can now die.&lt;br /&gt;- dreamt about brandon boyd last night.  really weird. but i'm not complaining! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just need to sleep.  it's already 2 am! ohnoez!  i'll be late for work again. darnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, dhez! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-776827198368965327?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/776827198368965327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=776827198368965327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/776827198368965327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/776827198368965327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2008/08/erm.html' title='erm...'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-588964320227968554</id><published>2008-03-13T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:01:43.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>it's nice pala to write freely.  when you know no one's really reading what you write or you never wonder if people will read it.  there's not pressure.  it's just like talking to yourself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to remember and dig up my first blog in xanga which i used from july 2004 til late 2005 (when GMA IT blocked the site after the last entry I wrote wherein i said "employees can waste more time in blogging" taena narinig ako!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then used blogger for sometime and then IT also blocked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got into jpop and started obsessing over johnny's boys and i got an LJ, which i will be using to fangirl while i will go back here for RL stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipee!  it's fun to talk to myself again. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-588964320227968554?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/588964320227968554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=588964320227968554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/588964320227968554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/588964320227968554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-114446410952325501</id><published>2006-04-08T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:48:19.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yahoo! Parang ang payat ko sa pic na 'to!--parang lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2636/636/1600/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2636/636/320/DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Little Janggeum and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2636/636/1600/DSCI1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2636/636/320/DSCI1172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daming tao!!! WOOHOO!!! This event was a happy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2636/636/1600/DSCI1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2636/636/320/DSCI1138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad because even during Saturdays I have a lot to do and I don't have much time to blog anymore (not that I write lengthy and impressive entries)... And I'd been busy. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lady Ham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's all Lady Han's fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I, plus two other officemates are competing to lose weight. We checked our weights (OFFICIAL! With the supervision of a nurse! san ka pa? karir to!) and computed how much we had to lose. Secret na lang ang exact figures. hehe ^.^ tinawag namin ang patimpalak na ito bilang "Pinoy Biggest Loser" (from the foreign tv show Biggest Loser with almost the same concept) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Iba-iba timbang namin kaya iba iba din ang dapat namin i-lose, kaya nag settle kami sa 20 lbs. EACH sa loob ng tatlong buwan. Naganap ang lahat ng ito nung March 3. Kanya kanyang kariran na ang naganap. Pag dating ni Lady Han...natigil ang lahat ng pagdi-diyeta dahil lahat ngarag, kailangan ng energy, kailangan kumain...hanggang sa napakain na ako ng napakain ng tuluyan at hindi na ako bumalik sa pag dyeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;April 3. Official timbangan ulit. SHET MEYN! ako ang pinaka konting na lose!!! After all my efforts!!! (anong effort pinagsasasabi mo dyan ha!?) 3 lbs lang anubayun! tapos pati yung mga hindi kasali nag timbang. PUSANGGALA naman pati sila nag lose at mas malalaki pa nabawas sa timbang nila. Shetness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kaya ngayon...i need more effort!!! Fighto-OH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ichi Ritoru No Namida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I bought the recently-concluded series from a friendly neighborhood pirate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHATSUP!?!? The title was a warning. I think I really cried a liter of tears. I was so hooked on it that one night I slept really late because I didn't want to stop watching. I was crying all the while. So I woke up late the next morning with puffy eyes. It was so bad. I had to come in late and make up an excuse. "Allergy po, namaga buong muka ko kanina, baka po sa chicken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;liar liar pants on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I recently had the chance to interact with my former officemates. There's this one certain person who said he loved me (geesh, he has a wife and kids). I avoided contact with him so it wouldn't be hard on him, he might like me again (at wala siyang mapapala sa akin). AT BIGLA AKONG NAPAISIP... What if ganun pala ang ginagawa &lt;u&gt;NIYA&lt;/u&gt; sa akin? He's being cruel to be kind &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in the right measure, cruel to be kind it's a very good sign, cruel to be kind means that i love you beeeeeeeyyyybeeh you gotta be cruel to be kahind) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Diba? Could it be possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Napaisip din ako. When I learned that the girl had read my post in friendster before the Bula getaway and warned HIM that I wrote all those lovey-dovey posts about HIM, at first I was pissed &lt;"Kaya pala niya ako iniiwasan!"&gt;. Ngunit napagnilay-nilayan ko... did she see me as a factor in their relationship? She isn't the friendster-type of person (or so they want others to think), yet she logged on using someone else's account and bothered to read my post, she probably checked my profile too, maybe to check if I had written other deluded thoughts about his non-boyfriend boyfriend &lt;from&gt;. Why did she have to warn him about me? nakakatawa, akala ba niya psychotic stalker ako? Did she not trust her NBFBF around me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And looking farther down memory lane...I figured HE wouldn't have acted the way he did, e.g. paggawa sa akin bilang personal niyang unan etc, if he didn't like me. I believe he already knew how I felt, but as long as I did not say anything to confirm it, wala lang. Okay lang. Normal lang. Hinayaan niyang halayin ko siya. heehee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ganun din kasi ako eh. Hangga't wala kang sinasabi, wala yun, iniisip ko lang na baka ganun, obviously ganon pero hangga't di mo inaaamin wala yun. Hindi kaya ganun ang nangyari?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, tapos na yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Problema ko ngayon itong si former officemate. Parang hindi lumipas ang ilang buwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ILUSYONADA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;na open na naman ang option to go abroad. napapisip ako, alam kong makabubuti sa akin ang pag alis. pero hindi ko alam kung kaya ko. malulungkot ako ng lubusan... ang tanging magandang kalalabasan ng pag alis e mapapalapit ako sa lokasyon ni NBFBF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-114446410952325501?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114446410952325501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=114446410952325501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114446410952325501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114446410952325501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-114304982400658192</id><published>2006-03-23T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T01:50:24.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~sighs~ at 2 in the morning</title><content type='html'>.... ~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;   ..... ~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;     ..... ~ sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     .... i miss him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!! i can't! i shouldn't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-114304982400658192?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114304982400658192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=114304982400658192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114304982400658192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114304982400658192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/03/sighs-at-2-in-morning.html' title='~sighs~ at 2 in the morning'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-114204269881509527</id><published>2006-03-11T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:04:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sawa na</title><content type='html'>nagsawa na siguro siya&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahah! last night, sa PBB it was Bianca's birthday.  Her "special someone" sent her a greeting throught the ELJ center.  Nakasulat 'Happy Birthday Love'.  wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sana magising sila ni zanjoe sa katotohanan.&lt;br /&gt;bitter bitter bitter si inna.&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly had my hands full! there was another turnover of responsibilites the other day and I acquired two more programs. trabaho na ito! full force na!&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's summer already! (not really, not yet..but in my heart of heart of hearts..it's already summer) I wanna go to the beach! Beach! Beach! Beach! Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana matuloy yung Sagada. or Bolinao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kung kasama siya re-reypin ko na siya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-114204269881509527?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114204269881509527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=114204269881509527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114204269881509527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114204269881509527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/03/sawa-na.html' title='sawa na'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-114135644189184251</id><published>2006-03-03T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:27:21.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream journal ne</title><content type='html'>this is turning out to be my dream journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to my last post re: a nightmare...last night's dream was so good that I need to write about it so I would never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed that HE came home and was trying to patch things up with me. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a dream is a dream.  It's not real. (haha hanggang panaginip na lang talaga ako!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whenever I experience deja vu, I am quite sure that I have dreamed of that scene before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dreams MAY come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream is a dream.  We aspire for it to come true but we never know if it will or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========&lt;br /&gt;I am so terribly pissed off at my officemate right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wallpaper is the cartoon of the prophet Muhammad that caused many riots around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Why is he exploiting an issue which he doesn't understand?&lt;br /&gt;Why is he stupid? This just reaffirms my unexplained hate toward him.. Now I can explain why I hate him so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he do it to look cool??? utter BS.&lt;br /&gt;he isn't directly affected by it, he isn't a Muslim.  Would he want the same thing done to his God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! Nakakakulo ng DUGO!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-114135644189184251?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114135644189184251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=114135644189184251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114135644189184251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114135644189184251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/03/dream-journal-ne.html' title='dream journal ne'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-114118620970804789</id><published>2006-03-01T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:17:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carmina catacutan&lt;-- i dunno how this became the title</title><content type='html'>last night, i had the most terrifying dream i've ever had since i don't remember when.... (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a van, I think it was Brownie, our old Toyota town ace. The van was packed, with soldiers sitting at the back. We were going to Batangas ( I don't know how I knew, I just knew), and there were hills and mountains on either side of the road. Then dynamites started blowing up. I think it was our work, or of the soldiers in the van with us. Seemingly content with what happened, the soldiers slacked off (umaandar pa rin ang van). Suddenly, people started coming out of the mountains. Pinagbabaril nila kami. The van started moving faster (with Mama Peng and Mommy Son...weird...); we were "running" for dear life. Then the shooting stopped. We arrived at a gas station for fuel and the girls got down to use the bathroom. While in the bathroom, we found ourselves the target of shooting once again. We ran to that van while dodging bullets.... GISING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the dream. Why was it so scary?! because in the dream I felt so helpless. I didn't know whhat to do and I knew that any minute my life could end there. My life lay on the hands of the person/people whose fingers are on the trigger of their M-16s. When I woke up my heart was beating so fast. I thought of the soldiers who put their life on the line, with an unsure future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;later&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-114118620970804789?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114118620970804789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=114118620970804789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114118620970804789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114118620970804789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/03/carmina-catacutan-i-dunno-how-this.html' title='carmina catacutan&lt;-- i dunno how this became the title'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-114023421517172581</id><published>2006-02-18T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:50:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy, dopey, happy, sneezy... (and annoyed)</title><content type='html'>Hehehe... I'm not talking about Snow White's Dwarves, pero siguro kung i-add mo yung height nilang apat height ko na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLEEPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home at 3 am...late for work again... so I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOPEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at late because I went to the UP Fair, and that's the reason why I'm so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but because of the moshing and sh*t last night, there was dust dust dust everywhere so I became&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNEEZY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. ^,^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really happy about the UP Fair. I can't quite put my finger on it but I am really happy when I see and hear live music, especially from bands that I love. I was there waiting for Kamikazee, Dicta License, and of course, Sago. But there were a few good finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's the first time I saw Kiko Machine play live. I &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; it. They are next to Kamikazee in showmanship, especially with those costumes. Go Spidey Go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2636/636/1600/Smily%2014.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2636/636/320/Smily%2014.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kamikazee..hmmm..I really enjoy watching them. Jay wasn't as acrobatic as he was in the NU Rock Awards. He can really connect with the audience, which is soooo great. I guess it's natural to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;On Thursday night, while walking home, I heard Dicta License play...it was okay for me. I really wanted to see them but nobody wanted to come with me (I can't blame them, it's not really their thing). So last night...gosh...Pochoy is uber hot!!!! Heehee I was even saying he's the Zach dela Rocha of the Philippines. If only Dicta License had a Tom Morello they'd be our own RATM. :D Too bad they weren't appreciated as much. Their music is probably too cerebral. hehe Gawd...Lachi and I were drooling over him. Syempre gusto na rin siya ni Lachi hmmm bakit kaya? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mimi: "Tang*na Lachi pinagnanasaan ko si Pochoy. Tignan mo, parang di pinagpapawisan. Ang ganda pa ng built niya. Parang ang bango bango niya tignan. Ang talino talino pa ng dating niya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Magnasa daw ba?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Francis M was such a celebrity. heehee but hearing Kaleidoscope World live for the first time (everybody was singing) was like a time machine. 90's ikaw ba yan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of course...Radioactive Sago, who I've been waiting for since 11 pm, performed at around 2+. Lourd didn't adlib much. inaabangan ko pa man din yung mga mahaba niyang adlib. mas maganda yung set nila last year. buti na lang na record ko yun. parang bad trip na si lourd eh. hehe Oh! pero minock niya ang cueshe so..I love them even more. heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys again later! ^,~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On Valentine's day I learned that He's also doing it to her. I sould've known. Actually, I do know but I refuse to digest it. Ayan ano napala ko?! It was another slap in the face to wake me up. I hate players!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrr I'm so naive and gullible and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading my thoughtless posts... (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-114023421517172581?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114023421517172581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=114023421517172581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114023421517172581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/114023421517172581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/02/sleepy-dopey-happy-sneezy-and-annoyed_18.html' title='sleepy, dopey, happy, sneezy... (and annoyed)'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-113967870313062122</id><published>2006-02-12T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:25:03.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save the world mimi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2636/636/1600/darna%2001%20resized.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2636/636/320/darna%2001%20resized.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of my greatest dreams is to help save the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ko 'to!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll start with the costume....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahehehehehehe  XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-113967870313062122?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113967870313062122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=113967870313062122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113967870313062122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113967870313062122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/02/save-world-mimi.html' title='save the world mimi!'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-113841635999518763</id><published>2006-01-28T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:54:31.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions and Depression</title><content type='html'>The sound of the title is so..scandalous. hehe&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADDICTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently hooked to a manhwa (Korean manga) called Gung. Sh*t it's really good! Brings out the romantic-naive pubescent kid in me. wahehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;It takes up most of my time now. Even in the office. But I have a license to not do anything...they're currently airing a live drama version of the same title in Korea so I can eveluate if it is good (which I think it is!) and if so, if we shall buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank ALL those who pour in effort to scan and translate (scanlate) these manhwas. Thanks for giving us the opportunity to read these manhwas. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEPRESSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice that I finally admitted to some people that I like H. I don't have to hide that fact anymore, although I believe I was really obvious. hehe. Now I can blog about him without having to worry as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I missed my chance with him. There were moments when I thought he was being serious about liking me (or maybe that was just what I was thinking at the moment). First was the Baguio slip ("I like you"), but later I realized he was just probably tongue-tied or couldn't find the right words to tell me that he wanted me to drink more liquor. Next, the eastwood incident. I was already drunk (as in really drunk!) and I was, uhm, displaying my affection openly (wahahahahah). Hey, I didn't do anything wrong! I was just clinging to him, as I did with E when H wasn't there yet. SO when T asked if I was his girlfriend, he said "yes". And T congratulated me. He also asked if he could touch me since I was already drunk. Pervert. (wahahaha) Then the SM incident. I told him I'd be in SM because of the Mulawin premiere. He said he didn't want to come, he doesn't know the movie anyway. He texted me before the movie started and said he was in SM. We met up, but I had to leave so we decided to meet up again later. When we met up, he and S told me to eat so he went with me to buy some food, leaving S alone at Figaro. When we were already waiting for E to fetch us, I told him I was worried that my boss might see me there ( I kinda took off before my duties were done...hehe..and at this time we were already pretending to be boyfriend-girlfriend). He told me to just say I left "because your boyfriend fetched you". Okay. Smile Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H: When we see him I'll just hug you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-MiMi blushes furiously- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;M: Ah...Uhm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pause...silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H: Can I do that? (He looked so serious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;M: Ha? Ah...(I just blurted this out) Only when we see my boss!!! (And what I really wanted to say was plain "yes")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. I'm so stupid. Up to this day I regret not saying the right things. There was only the two of us and I could have asked the right questions. I could have clarified what was happening between us. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were in-between events (like Moomba nights...how I love Moomba ^_^, e.g. he wrote "love mimi" on the table). I also started a habit of making &lt;em&gt;mano&lt;/em&gt;. Just to have an excuse to hold his hand. I also make pa-cute text messages. I really am so cheap!!! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang katuparan nung hugging eh during the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;jazz ko die&lt;/span&gt; (hehehe) night. I had my arms wide open, ready to hug, I was actually looking at Diane. Wala man si H sa way/range nung pag hug ko kasi di naman siya ang balak kong i-hug. Promise, kay Diane ako nakatingin. Tapos nung lumalapit na siya (di pa rin ako nakatingin sa kaniya) binaba ko na kamay ko kasi naisip ko &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"pucha! parang akala niya siya sinesenyasan ko"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yun na nga. Yumakap na si gagu. Na shock talaga ako. Pero masarap. wahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT after that I really felt uneasy. I thought maybe I was so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Because, thinking about it, I believe I just made it worse for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only says things like "i like you" WHEN HE'S DRUNK. It also seems that he' just interested in my boobs (what?!), no...just boobs in general. pervert. And, if he really DID like me, he would've made enough effort to probably see me more often. Eh parang walang effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ayun. Nag feeling lang ako. Nalungkot lang ako kasi na realize kong nag feeling lang ako. I know I'm naive but I think I know it when a guy flirts with me. (uuy may nakikipag flirt pala sayo mimi?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided not to like him anymore. tama na. napupuyat lang ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edit&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napupuyat, napapagod, nakakasawang isipin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, dahil malaki ulo niya (literally and figuratively), isa lang ako sa mga nagpapalaki nun.&lt;br /&gt;parang "okay type mo ako, wala lang. alam ko  lang na type mo ko ang ganda ko"&lt;br /&gt;sudden gush talaga. ano ber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-113841635999518763?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113841635999518763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=113841635999518763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113841635999518763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113841635999518763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/01/addictions-and-depression.html' title='Addictions and Depression'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-113781341846796287</id><published>2006-01-21T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:16:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Childhood Dream Realized</title><content type='html'>Ang Cheap ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the realization of my pre-adolescence dream...&lt;br /&gt;I screamed with the other thousand people in Araneta.  BSB! BSB! BSB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school, I was soooooo much into pop, name it, I know it.  B*Witched, Peter Andre, Code Red, Ultra, Billie.... etc. (maybe that's why I like metal now cause I got all "popped" out! ^_^) But on top of all these quasi pop artists...the Backstreet Boys were in my heart. (oh how I cringe)  If I enumerate all the Ka-cornyhan that we &lt;sara,&gt; did back then..you wouldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun fun fun night.  It's all Howie's fault.  He told us to keep the Backstreet Pride alive. hahahahahahahaha I just laugh at myself.  It was so surreal.  Until now I still can't believe they went here and I saw them.  Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy Birthday AJ (jan 9)...and an advanced greeting to my first love..Nick Carter (jan 28).  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.  I still know their birthdays.  And it's been eight years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I felt like I was in high school again.&lt;br /&gt;I still love them.&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet's Back alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-113781341846796287?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113781341846796287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=113781341846796287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113781341846796287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113781341846796287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/01/childhood-dream-realized.html' title='A Childhood Dream Realized'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-113721234749195356</id><published>2006-01-14T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:19:07.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's blogging day!</title><content type='html'>It's a Saturday!!! Blogging day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't checked this in a while...hmmm..what have i done since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MULANDI KA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss works as a supervising producer for GMA Films so he "asks" us to help him with GMA Films-related activities.  I was in the presscon of the Mulawin the Movie as a runner (a job i didn't thouroughly enjoy when I was in CTV, I still don't) which really pissed me off!  They say the presscon was a success, it probably was, but the preparation and the technical aspectsof the event itself was a MESS!!!  Working with CTV has helped me in knowing what a really good event is, so if CTV people were there in that presscon, we would've had a great time laughing at those people who call themselves "event organizers" who "organized" that "event".  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also in the Parade of Stars.  I was supposed to be in the float as one of the Mulawin people but I chickened out at the last minute.  I now regret not being able to participate there.  I was in the coaster instead.  There were so many people on the roads leading to the venue, the traffic was so bad!  I even had to hold my pee for an hour! That was horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scandalous MMFF awards night was also witnessed personally by yours truly.  Red carpet entrance, cocktails, the works! I was sitting near the center aisle, right in the middle of all the action.  Ruffa Mae was late so she there weren't available seats left, she had to sit beside me.  Nagchikahan kami, san ka pa!  GMA was there, so were the Metro Manila mayors.  Mall moguls were also there (Henry Sy and I think someone from Robinson's) Of course there were many big stars.  So if that venue was bombed, the world would be a happy place. ^_^ (I'd be dead too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I rubbed elbows with stars and VIPs that somehow I felt important too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MY BABY CAME HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biboy is home!!! The whole family arrived last Jan 7.  the following day, the designated day for the yearly reunion, lahat nagkagulo sa kanya!  The reunion was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BRIGHT FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt's friend is believed to be somewhat psychic, or something of the sort.  She was in San Mateo the day Biboy came home.  I was eating dinner (she was still at the table) while she was giving "predictions" to my other aunt.  She suddenly turned to me and said: "ito makakatanggap ng malaking pera. ma po-promote ka, babae boss mo.  magaling ka, yung creativity mo, magagamit mo dun.  madali ang pasok ng pera"  I was shocked, she knew how my boss looked like. She also knew our office was going to be renovated. hmm. sana mag dilang anghel sya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-113721234749195356?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113721234749195356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=113721234749195356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113721234749195356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113721234749195356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-blogging-day.html' title='It&apos;s blogging day!'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-113721092176638774</id><published>2006-01-14T09:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T10:01:35.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAYA!!!</title><content type='html'>1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Need to mention the sex of the target.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;mimi:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target: Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points:&lt;br /&gt;1. has a sense of humor (at kayang sakyan ang kabaliwan ko!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. neither uptight nor demanding&lt;br /&gt;3. someone i can talk to about anything and everything, not excessively stupid or dumb&lt;br /&gt;4. i love music so it's important that he can tolerate what i listen to, which is mostly "noisy" ^_^&lt;br /&gt;5. understanding&lt;br /&gt;6. good with kids ^_^ (because i am a kid!) hehe&lt;br /&gt;7. i like people who also don't like conforming to the dictates of the popular society so if he is one, it's definitely a plus!&lt;br /&gt;8. and...i would be lying if i didn't say that he must at least be appealing to look at.. what can i say? eye candy helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT &lt;01/28/06&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to say that I didn't tag anyone.  There aren't that enough readers of this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-113721092176638774?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113721092176638774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=113721092176638774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113721092176638774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113721092176638774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2006/01/taya.html' title='TAYA!!!'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-113586726676915332</id><published>2005-12-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:41:06.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>i hate myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in such a good mood cause yachang (hahahah) is back. i was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;then i checked friendster..saw a few new accounts...and i saw..i think, their joint account. they look happy. NAAPEKTUHAN AKO!!! what's wrong with me!?!?!?! I thought I was over!!!!!! what's happening with me?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-113586726676915332?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113586726676915332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=113586726676915332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113586726676915332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113586726676915332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/12/grrrrrrrrr.html' title='GRRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-113525163336726638</id><published>2005-12-22T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:40:33.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ sigh ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like him but he's a dead end.  Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post a lot of things..pero singit lang to kaya yan muna.  Next time na lang pag may time na. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say it out loud because it might become true, I wasn't sure yet.  Pero... ayon nga kay Lea Salonga at Brad Kane "it doesn't take a genius".  Ganda noh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-113525163336726638?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113525163336726638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=113525163336726638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113525163336726638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113525163336726638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/12/sigh.html' title='~ sigh ~'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-113357985958137684</id><published>2005-12-03T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:39:30.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;My voice is so hoarse right now!!! I can't sing...it sounds so funny!!! hahaha ^_^ I don't think it's because of shouting so much last night (more of that in a while)...I think I'm going to have a flu in the next few days. My voice never got hoarse because of shouting and this doesn't usually happen so I'm excited right now. Weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am in the office. It's a Saturday. I went home at 4 am earlier. It's now 10 am. I am sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I said in my last post that I want to update this as often as I can, I was excited....But I got a job and I got kinda busy... so there. An excuse.&lt;br /&gt;They blocked Friendster and YM here in the office. So typical. Do they know that employees can waste time not just on Friendster? Like blogging. It takes more time. Hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LAST NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH.MY.GOD.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the poster for it two weeks ago. I was wondering if I'd like to go, I've never gone there. I've heard so many scary stories. Blood, Riot, Groping. Val, of course, knew about it. He texted me and asked if I was planning on going. I said it depends if I have money, the ticket isn't cheap after all. My money ran out days ago and I learned that I'll be getting my first salary on Monday &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But God wanted me to be there... The day came. I already texted Val that I don't have any money so I'm not going, but there was a tiny spark of hope that I can still find a way. When I got to the office I asked people if they knew anyone from NU. Negative. One officemate who used to work for a recording compamy told me that she knows of someone who knew someone from NU. &lt;em&gt;Bomalabs! Komplikadong koneksyon yun! &lt;/em&gt;So the day went on, I was already planning to go out with Erik to watch &lt;em&gt;Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros&lt;/em&gt;. Just then an angel came... She's the friend of my officemate who knows someone from NU. We were introduced, we were talking about the Ultraelectromagnetic Jam concert that I also missed. She was like "&lt;em&gt;Sana sinabi mo idinaan sana kita sa backstage"...Hello ngayon lang tayo nagkakilala diba&lt;/em&gt;? Anyway, my officemate told her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ofcm8: Ayan baka may kakilala ka sa NU? Naghahanap pa kaninang umaga yan (me) eh!&lt;br /&gt;Frnd: Ah yung rock awards? Punta ako dun mamaya eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this point I thought she'll tell me, "&lt;em&gt;Hanapin mo na lang ako dun mamaya ipasok kita&lt;/em&gt;." But no, she presented me with a ticket/invite... "&lt;em&gt;O ayan. Punta ka&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UKINNAM! NA ACHIEVE KO RIN ANG NU ROCK AWARDS!!!! HAYUP!&lt;br /&gt;Even if I was so hungry, had diarrhea, dehydrated, tired (stood up from 2030 to 0030), sweating like a pig, feet got stepped on a million times, was in the middle of the mosh pit, shielding my boobs with my life, et cetera et cetera, I still had a blast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I haven't been to so many rock concerts or such (even gigs!) so it was really a great experience for me! 16 bands performed and Cueshit wasn't there!!! And when their name was mentioned (as a nominee) people booed. Yeah. I was one of those who booed. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Really, it was such a great night for OPM bands!! The best performances, I would have to say, are Bamboo's opening (Hallelujah), Kamikazee's Chicsilog (so funny!!), and of course...my beloved Radioavtive Sago Project's medley of top OPM songs this year. It was soooooo good! Pochoy (???) of Dicta License is sooooooo &lt;em&gt;gwapo&lt;/em&gt; in person... and Champ too... &lt;em&gt;sige na nga&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;si&lt;/em&gt; Yael &lt;em&gt;na rin&lt;/em&gt;... ~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;There were riots but the bouncers were fast so there wasn't much damage to the peaceful crowd. It's just sad that there were celphone snatchers, but some were caught.&lt;br /&gt;It was also a night for Orange and Lemons and Junior Kilat (they both took home two or more, i think, awards).&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how could I forget, Mig Ayesa was there and performed two songs, with The Dawn (BTW, did you know that Buddy Zabala is their new bassist??).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;looking forward to next year's rock awards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;GIMIK KA DYAN! BINGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never really "dance". I'm not really inclined to trance, house and such kinds of music. But when I went out with Erik, Hide, and Silvi last Saturday, I was actually having fun!! I guess it was the "dancing" part that I did, not so much the music (but it's okay, I can take it), and probably the alcohol. Harhar. I got home at 5 am (i think)... my father and aunt Joanna was already up. Given the fact that I got home at 3 am the night before, I knew they'd be pissed. Shit! I went home at 4 earlier this morning...my mom noticed...she texted me "We need to talk, this has gone far enough. I, and even your father, am not happy with what you're doing"&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. BINGO.&lt;br /&gt;No night outs this week then. Maybe until Friday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ME, MYSELF and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a very low self esteem (although, I think it's okay to know where exactly you stand in the social scale and at least you know the truth that you are not really pretty instead of convinving yourself otherwise, &lt;em&gt;niloloko mo lang sarili mo diba&lt;/em&gt;? twisted, I know. But it works for me.) So I don't really know how to react when I'm being complimented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TEORYA NI INNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know that your ideal partner is your equal in some ways? Pretty girls end up with &lt;em&gt;gwapo&lt;/em&gt; guys. Some pretty girls end up wtih &lt;em&gt;panget&lt;/em&gt; guys but the panget guy is either influential, famous or rich. You choose the person who share your same beliefs, or have the same upbringing, or values. &lt;em&gt;Basta pantay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A PUBLIC APOLOGY TO HER MAJESTY QUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for 'dropping' you months ago. I was so pressured with work and I felt like you were demanding too much time/attention from me, that I just stopped responding to your text messages etc. I don't feel good doing that and I'm really sorry. And I was also shocked with your, ummm, relationships then (you know &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt; that I'm miss goody two shoes) and I guess I was overwhelmed. Sorry &lt;em&gt;talaga&lt;/em&gt;. And I'm sorry that you had that one good relationship &lt;em&gt;pero nawala.&lt;/em&gt; Oh well, &lt;em&gt;ganyan talaga ang buhay&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;May nawawala, may darating.&lt;/em&gt; Just wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you knew who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was!! Practically the whole class know already, and I wasn't really discreet about my feelings for him. I think I told you back then, maybe you just forgot. &lt;em&gt;Si&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B &lt;/strong&gt;ay ang unang may apelyidong nagmumula sa letrang &lt;/em&gt;D&lt;em&gt; kung &lt;/em&gt;alphabetical. &lt;em&gt;Sa pagitan ni &lt;/em&gt;DJ&lt;em&gt; at &lt;/em&gt;Dan if I'm not mistaken. &lt;em&gt;Alam mo na? Malamang ka&lt;/em&gt;-row &lt;em&gt;mo siya madalas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-113357985958137684?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113357985958137684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=113357985958137684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113357985958137684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113357985958137684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/12/update.html' title='&lt;MARQUEE&gt;UPDATE!&lt;/MARQUEE&gt;'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-113161077675435899</id><published>2005-11-10T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:19:36.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I maybe back for good (and a few other things)...</title><content type='html'>Because of Erik and Diane, I maybe using this blog a little more frequently.  A few months ago I have decided to abandon this space since I enjoy playing round with my Xanga.  But I learned that Erik and Diane are kind of active in blogging here...so why not jump in the bandwagon?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY NOT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have qualms about blogging.  Firstly, I enjoy reading other people's blogs and I often think that I am not articulate enough and/or that my vocabulary isn't wide/deep enough.  I always wonder about the technicalities (does it sound witty? is it interesting? will this make me sound smart? are there grammatical errors?) that I get discouraged even before starting to write.  I also have problems writing what I really &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to write.  If there are people I write/bitch about who read my blog or know who I'm bitching about then I'd rather not write about it, leaving me with nothing to write about.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason for not updating my blogs is that I now have little time to actually write.  &lt;em&gt;That person in the house &lt;/em&gt;had a major fight and I cannot forgive &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; for a long time.  &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; actually spends &lt;em&gt;its &lt;/em&gt;whole life in front of the computer so I cannot use the pc.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I may be in a writing mood since I've been coming to Diane's everyday so I can use the pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAGUIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane's and Erik's latest entries were regarding our Baguio trip.  Mine has a different slant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually reluctant to go to Baguio.  I was there two years ago with a few friends and &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;.  That Baguio trip was sooooo much fun, and the fact that he was there makes it even more memorable.  We got so close during that trip, we almost slept beside each other the entire trip. (TAKE NOTE: sleep beside &lt;em&gt;hindi&lt;/em&gt; sleep with! &lt;em&gt;mabait ako&lt;/em&gt;..although if the occasion had risen I would want to be a bad girl..hehe *wink wink*)  It was perfect.  The fact that almost the whole class fought because of the schedules and all the other shit/drama they could come up with, didn't dampen my happiness.  I was so blissfully happy every second of that Baguio trip, that was why I was scared to go back because I knew I would be reminded of &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; and everything we did.  See here, &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; turned out to be an unhappy experience after all, especially when I've already told him how I felt.  After he left and practically ignored me (he's doing that til now even in YM! the asshole..hahaha) I became so emotionally spent.  I was thinking Baguio would provide lots of stimulants (and it did) to remind me of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I thought, it's still going to be fun since I will be going with different friends, except for Lachi who was also with me during the memorable Baguio event from two years go.  It was the day of my interview with the Programming Department of GMA, where I might be hired.  After 3 interviews, almost crying in the GMA lobby, and sprinting to the bus station &lt;em&gt;a la&lt;/em&gt; Amazing Race ("OMIGOD STOP THE BUS!!), I was finally on my way to what I thought was going to be such a painful reminder-slash-vacation.  When we were still in Tarlac I already had visions of him and me in front of the ambulance we rode going to Baguio two years ago.  GRRR! Okay, I just decided to sleep.  I can't. GRRR &lt;em&gt;ulit!&lt;/em&gt;  I told Diane that the trip was taking so long but I didn't realize that fact before because it was actually to my advantage since I was sitting beside &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; during that loooooooooooong trip.  In short, all the way up to Baguio I was thinking of the trip before.  I was fighting to keep the tears back by pretending to be asleep.  When that failed, I decided to be my usual cheerful self. "&lt;em&gt;Pucha naman Inna ang drama mo! Mag tigil tigil ka nga!&lt;/em&gt;"  I had an agreement with myseld that I'd be okay as long as I didn't go to the Botanical Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heto na!!! Baguio na!!!&lt;/em&gt;  My loneliness was overcome by excitement when we reached Baguio.  I was also excited &lt;em&gt;na kumpleto na kami&lt;/em&gt;.  We did the usual tourist route, not forgetting boating in Burnham (and that unforgettable "Iceberg right ahead!" event from four years ago &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt;).  I was correct in assuming that I would be reminded of him, but surprisingly it wasn't that sad, or painful.  I jokingly told my companions the story behind the place, &lt;em&gt;tapos nun wala na.  Ganun lang.&lt;/em&gt;  It turned out to be such a fun vacation (Ayee was even there and we all met up).  I was drunk all three nights I was there.  Goddamn, my "twin peaks" had even been exploited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was actually cathartic.  I was glad that his memories don't affect me as much anymore.  I am actually moving on. (YAHOO!!! or as the japs would put it, YAFU!!)  And we didn't go to the Botanical Garden.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to another vacation with you guys!  &lt;em&gt;Ayon sa cliche...&lt;/em&gt;you made me live again. wahahahahahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-113161077675435899?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113161077675435899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=113161077675435899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113161077675435899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/113161077675435899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-maybe-back-for-good-and-few-other.html' title='I maybe back for good (and a few other things)...'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-112983031369892515</id><published>2005-10-21T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:45:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a demon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Pinzu thing" src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DA/DAK/DakotaSunset05/1129261690_esLD_Pinzu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are followed by the Demon of Ignorance. You are&lt;br /&gt;very happy and social, but you don't relaize&lt;br /&gt;there is a Demon follwoing you. It's very good&lt;br /&gt;until something bad hits you, then your Demon&lt;br /&gt;stikes and knocks you down. You are very&lt;br /&gt;happy-go-lucky so any bad things going around&lt;br /&gt;you are covered up by this Demon and in a way,&lt;br /&gt;can make you almost childish. To get rid of&lt;br /&gt;this Demon, you may have to wait until you're&lt;br /&gt;older or visit a homelesss shelter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-112983031369892515?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112983031369892515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=112983031369892515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/112983031369892515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/112983031369892515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/10/demon.html' title='a demon!!'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-112982922634997328</id><published>2005-10-21T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:27:06.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8bf6bbc)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/muffinbrain/1126255892_turesHAPPY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attractive to guys! As you are being yourself&lt;br /&gt;and trying not to hard, guys actually dig you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA if only this was true!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-112982922634997328?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112982922634997328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=112982922634997328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/112982922634997328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/112982922634997328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-attractive-to-guys-as-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-112982736838074656</id><published>2005-10-21T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:56:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairy naman</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sweetsmilebaby/1126194386_earthangel.jpg" border="0" alt="EarthAngel"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Fairy! You like to explore and you are&lt;br&gt;pretty curious about your surroundings. You&lt;br&gt;like to fly and sore through the clouds and&lt;br&gt;touch them softly. You are cute and well loved.&lt;br&gt;Maybe popular too. You have alot of friends who&lt;br&gt;are just like you. Joyful and full of emotions!&lt;br&gt;When you are mad tho, you can set off dark&lt;br&gt;energy which can be bad for those around you&lt;br&gt;but then in a matter of minutes, you might&lt;br&gt;forget all about it and feel better. Thats&lt;br&gt;good!&lt;br&gt;Color: Any color&lt;br&gt;Quote: Let's see what'sinside that cave over&lt;br&gt;there. There could be treasure!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-112982736838074656?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112982736838074656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=112982736838074656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/112982736838074656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/112982736838074656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/10/fairy-naman.html' title='fairy naman'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-112982551311421806</id><published>2005-10-21T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:25:13.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elf</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SP/SPI/spiritualkatana/1129811180_ry-emerald.jpg" border="0" alt="Wealth"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Elf of Wealth. Gold, wealth, happyness&lt;br&gt;are important in your Kingdom. The people in&lt;br&gt;your kingdom are all wealthy and happy. Make&lt;br&gt;sure you don't overdo it, Love isn't the same&lt;br&gt;as money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/spiritualkatana/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Elf%20are%20you%3F%20(%20with%20pics)/"&gt; What kind of Elf are you? 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Usually i just buy a notebook to write in, then i'd have periods of "writing", when i'm in the mood to write about whatever comes to mind.  I read past entries...and I noticed that most of the times I wrote were during the times I was heartbroken or depressed.  Generally, I am always lazy to write (heck I'm toooooo lazy to do anything, I'm wondering why I still have a job).  I felt, as I was reading those past entries so full of emotion, that I was detached from whoever wrote that in the past.  I didn't feel like I was the one writing those things down.  Weird. Here are some interesting stuff i have written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This was during sophomore year in college, I felt betrayed when I learned that my bestfriend's new boyfriend was the one I had feelings for (the guy courted me but, well nothing happened, thanks to me) so anyway, this is what I wrote down:&lt;br /&gt;my first heartbreak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts, it sucks, it drains your tears, it makes you do things you never thought of doing, it makes you say things you never said or maybe never do it even if you said it. &lt;br /&gt;It makes you think thoughts that are happy, sad, out of this world, weird, vengeful, bitchy, extremely hurtful, et cetera.  Actually if your thoughts could be calculated, it would run 180 km/h.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you lose sleep, it makes you teary-eyed.  It makes you relate to ALL songs, even the jologs ones.  You will always catch yourself on the brink of tears.  It makes you the person whom you are not.  It brings you closer, it tears you apart.  It makes you hate yourself, it makes you hate others.  It makes you hate stupid, sappy, cheesy love songs and ballads.  It makes you relate to those songs you hate.  It makes you hate happy people.&lt;br /&gt;It most especially hurts when you love bith parties.  It makes you wish them well, it makes you wish for them not to make it.  It makes you think and wish that you'd have the last laugh.  It makes you realize how rotten you are.  It makes you think about the past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;It just SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i don't really get the first part and some thoughts repeat.  but that was how i really felt back then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-111998343329818128?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111998343329818128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=111998343329818128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/111998343329818128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/111998343329818128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/06/past.html' title='the past'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-111858509276934152</id><published>2005-06-12T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:04:52.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh?</title><content type='html'>how do i subscribe to someone's blog? it's not like xanga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i want to update my blog i always seem to forget what i want to write when i'm in front of the computer. hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-111858463365041285</id><published>2005-06-12T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:57:13.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nomenclature of the pseudo intellectual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://solipsisticthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;nomenclature of the pseudo intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-111858463365041285?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111858463365041285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=111858463365041285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/111858463365041285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/111858463365041285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/06/nomenclature-of-pseudo-intellectual.html' title='nomenclature of the pseudo intellectual'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-111459970756571109</id><published>2005-04-27T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:50:34.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a beach</title><content type='html'>nobody reads blogs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-111459970756571109?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111459970756571109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=111459970756571109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/111459970756571109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/111459970756571109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/lifes-beach.html' title='life&apos;s a beach'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-110959170195213876</id><published>2005-02-28T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T19:55:01.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my ass is so friggin' huge, it's practically splling out of my pants. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-110959170195213876?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110959170195213876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=110959170195213876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/110959170195213876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/110959170195213876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-ass-is-so-friggin-huge-its.html' title=''/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-110950156969433946</id><published>2005-02-27T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:52:49.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got nothing better to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I got this from friendster..i didn't want to post surveys like this in friendster anymore because i now have "friends" who are not really my friends (so to speak) nakakhiya naman sa kanila. hehe. so this is like an etension of my friendster..all about me, myself and i!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.1st time you tried smoking:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when we were kids ( i don't know what age) pero hithit buga lang..the real thing...third year college..who taught me? jen and eka!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 1st alcoholic drink you had:&lt;br /&gt;--  &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIN POMELO!!! (hmm..fow coincidental, it's the song playing in the background /gin pomelo by radioactive sago project/)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 1st time you entered a bar:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;honestly, i can't remember..maybe when i was in college..sometime during that period of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 1st award you received:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i can't remember if i have received any award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 1st hero:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rainbow brite? maybe she ra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 1st time you were sent to the principal for disciplinary actions:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;it was in third year high school..i was caught vandalizing. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 1st goal you accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gettting out of high school alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 1st crush?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;of course i can't remember this but my family always teased me Attorney Agaton when i was still in preschool (maagang lumandi) because the surname of my crush (according to them) was Agaton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 1st person whom you gave flowers:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i don't think i've given anyone flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.1st friend:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;someone..i can't remember her name, she used to live a few houses away from ours. we used to go to school together. (preschool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.1st kiss:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was traumatic. nobody knows who it was. i'm not telling. it's not even remotely romantic. if anyone would know, they'd probably advice me to press charges against him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 1st record you bought:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;T'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;S BACK (YEEESH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 1st song you sang infront of many people:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunno. i bet it was when i was still in pre school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. first musical instrument you learned to play:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. 1st local&amp;amp;foreign concert you watched:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;regine or pops' or martin's. clorets always used to sponsor their concerts so we get in for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 1st celebrity you saw in person:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i think it was pops fernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. 1st TV show you really liked:&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;smurfs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.1st buk u bought:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i think a sweet valley kids/twins? book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 1st sport you played:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 1st sleepover:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sometime during high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. 1st terrible fight:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with my brother..complete with fists and blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. 1st inaanak (first godchild?):&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;si buthcokoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. 1st debut (filipino girly 18th bday party) party you attended:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;auntie ging's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. 1st bestfriend/s:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;cherry ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 1st wedding you attended:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tita lyn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. 1st person who greeted you on your lastbday:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i think an officemate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. 1st friend in friendster:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;either lachi or cherry ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. 1st cellphone:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a 5110&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. 1st cellphone ringtone:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. 1st collection:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i think barbie dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. 1st tym u saw a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;with ate joy in bolinao! we saw a white figure resting beneath a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. 1st rollercoaster ride?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hehehe..in enchanted kingdom..i never rode the zyklon loop before that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. 1st ambition:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;to become a cashier in SM. why not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.1st thing u will buy w/ ur 1st salary?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what did i buy with my first salaray?? i know! SHOES!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-110950156969433946?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110950156969433946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=110950156969433946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/110950156969433946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/110950156969433946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/got-nothing-better-to-do.html' title='got nothing better to do...'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-110944512083171200</id><published>2005-02-27T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T03:12:00.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dang!</title><content type='html'>obviously, a lot has happened since the last post...since i am too damn lazy to just blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career-wise..i had to make a lot of tough decisions..i actually still am. i don't know what to do with my life. the vastness of the future overwhelms me. i have no direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social life.. got reunited with some long lost friends..then became anti social and tried to break ties with some of them.. idon't know. it's weird. i suddenly don't want to be friends with "her" anymore. with my officemates, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so here's something freaky..a love life! I know, me and love life don't exist in the same plane. and it's so friggin' complicated. and gross. eew. stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-110944512083171200?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110944512083171200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=110944512083171200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/110944512083171200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/110944512083171200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/dang.html' title='dang!'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-110088373403210490</id><published>2004-11-20T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T01:02:14.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>the last post was more than a week ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares? nobody reads this anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....since then, i've been promoted to my present i-don't-know-what-position. i'm supposed to be the head of the event and what not...but i still function as a PA. The only thing that's changed is: 1. I act as the liaison to the client (more like an AE) and 2. I get to go home EVERYDAY!!! so it's good. although i'm always uneasy because i now have a bigger responsibility..and i don't know when my boss willl "summon" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..i guess it's all good..but i still plan to leave next year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-110088373403210490?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110088373403210490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=110088373403210490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/110088373403210490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/110088373403210490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-110088397224871693</id><published>2004-11-20T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T01:06:12.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing...</title><content type='html'>I forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I turn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-110088397224871693?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110088397224871693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=110088397224871693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/110088397224871693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/110088397224871693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-more-thing.html' title='one more thing...'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-109999024818141283</id><published>2004-11-09T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T16:50:48.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pathetic situation of my country</title><content type='html'>how sad is it for a country whose people know fully well that their government leaders are stealing their hard earned money and yet they just let it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin and i have this joke as a challenge (or is it challenge as a joke?): whoever acquires a million pesos first, i will work in the bureau of customs while she will work in the bureau of internal revenue. these two government offices' employees are the easiest to get rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but those offices are the small time compared to the government officials who are just supposed to earn a small salary. they get cuts from every project conducted in their area. they get special bonuses for their committees or for voting for this or that person for a position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a also funny how these people deny any wrongdoing when in fact, they know that nobody will believe them, except maybe their family and cronies who benefit from their ill gotten wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody believes this..and yet nothing still happens. the people are already numb! they have accepted that it's already a normal way of life and tolerate it. the people don't vote wisely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-109999024818141283?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109999024818141283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=109999024818141283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/109999024818141283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/109999024818141283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/pathetic-situation-of-my-country.html' title='the pathetic situation of my country'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-109954656124872154</id><published>2004-11-04T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T13:36:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush won</title><content type='html'>George Bush won......what the f*ck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMA and George dubya Bush similarities:&lt;br /&gt;1.  both are children of former presidents&lt;br /&gt;2.  both are reelected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's ee how much the price of oil would go up..here in my country (philippines) the richer are getting richer while the poor are getting poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush can now formally run the world...through his reelection.  He can continue to proclaim America as the world police, and I bet those who disagree to  succumb to his wil and power will be branded as terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike him.  So does that make me a terrorist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-109954656124872154?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109954656124872154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=109954656124872154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/109954656124872154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/109954656124872154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/bush-won.html' title='Bush won'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988751.post-109951300126242569</id><published>2004-11-04T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T04:16:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired and sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;another typical day at work....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's already 4:14 am...and I'm still up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm really tired and just wish to go to sleep...but today is a new day and i bet..more tasks to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been contemplating whether I should look for a better job. I feel like 'm not fully utilized and properly compensated.. desicions decisions...how hard is it to make decisions when you know fully well that your future depends on your present decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm tired...and sleepy. But I can't sleep yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988751-109951300126242569?l=iceuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109951300126242569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988751&amp;postID=109951300126242569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/109951300126242569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988751/posts/default/109951300126242569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/tired-and-sleepy.html' title='tired and sleepy'/><author><name>iceuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404268010529521954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-5mC40mBA0/S9VhtcoexwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DU4URdGO7ec/S220/amano+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
