<?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-19559121</id><updated>2011-08-06T02:17:43.163+08:00</updated><category term='Portia'/><category term='blockies'/><category term='Ms. Universe'/><category term='quotable quotes'/><category term='Pimpage'/><category term='babies'/><category term='Bb. Pilipinas'/><category term='lovelife? what lovelife?'/><category term='politics'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='i swear my family&apos;s normal'/><category term='Office-ally'/><category term='Mia'/><category term='Reminiscing'/><category term='election 2010'/><category term='Bora'/><category term='unmixy'/><category term='Text'/><category term='memes'/><category term='my life definitely has its moments'/><category term='bar exams'/><category term='RL'/><category term='C2006'/><category term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><category term='Spiked'/><category term='Iris'/><category term='Election 2007'/><title type='text'>The Cut Direct</title><subtitle type='html'>Obsessions of a Closet Neurotic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6000911695477007547</id><published>2010-11-07T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:30:47.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>You Know It's Time to Get Off Your Butt and Hit the Gym When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;. . . all of a sudden the person sitting beside you turns to you and say, "Wow, bulubundukin!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;     Worse, said person begins counting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;          "One mountain!" pointing to your bilbil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Two mountains!" this time to your tiyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Three mountains! Four mountains!" to your boobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;And the finale: "Five! Five mountains, bwahahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;. . . you become paranoid that the labandera is out to get you because while she shrunk all your clothes, the rest of your family has no complaints at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;. . . you contemplate undergoing a breast augmentation operation to help you walk (because having bigger boobs will counterbalance your arse)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;. . . even during rush hour, you never have to stand in a train car because men and women alike keep on giving up their seats for you, thinking you were pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;. . . passing by beauty clinics become a trial for you because the assistants insist on handing you with flyers, trying to convince you to try the latest rage to lose unwanted pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: This is a work in fiction and all characters herein are fictitious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pero, sinong naka-relate?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6000911695477007547?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6000911695477007547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6000911695477007547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6000911695477007547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6000911695477007547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-its-time-to-get-off-your-butt.html' title='You Know It&apos;s Time to Get Off Your Butt and Hit the Gym When...'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-8839775066514244228</id><published>2010-11-02T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:30:02.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife? what lovelife?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><title type='text'>He Said, I Heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was horribly, horribly late for a meeting, which was already in full swing when I entered the conference hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pero s’yempre, the first thing (or person) I looked for the in the conference hall was, of course, him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point where my story begins ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He said&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O, K, dito ka na umupo sa tabi ni Lady Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;(giving up his seat for me and grabbing another chair for himself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I heard&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O, K, kami ni LL? Friends lang kami kahit na sabay kami pumunta dito sa meeting straight from the office. Officemates kasi kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*     *     *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pastor 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;K, sa Court of Appeals ka pa rin ba nagt-trabaho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;K:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Opo. Bibigyan na nga po nila ako ng medal dun e. Loyalty awardee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He said&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Baka gusto mong mag-apply sa amin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I heard&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sa ‘min ka na mag-trabaho para magkita tayo araw-araw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*     *     *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;LL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sa Balintawak ka pa rin ba nakatira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;K:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hindi na, lumipat na kami malapit sa Trinoma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He said&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Gano’n ba? Akala ko kasi sa Sta. Maria ka umuuwi, dadaanan ka sana namin ni LL para sabay-sabay na sana tayo pumunta dito sa meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I heard&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sana pala nagpasundo ka na para alam ko na kung saan kita dadalawin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*     *     *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He said&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O, pano ka uuwi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I heard&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Gusto mo ba ihatid na kita pauwi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Walang kokontra hanggang libreng mangarap :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So, ano nang balita sa inyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-8839775066514244228?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/8839775066514244228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=8839775066514244228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8839775066514244228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8839775066514244228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-said-i-heard.html' title='He Said, I Heard'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-7268990290462174866</id><published>2010-10-26T20:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:32:38.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i swear my family&apos;s normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election 2010'/><title type='text'>At the Polling Precincts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10.25.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Inang absolutely insisted that her whole clan (at least, her whole clan registered in her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barangay&lt;/span&gt;) to go out and vote because one of her nephews was a candidate for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barangay &lt;/span&gt;captain position. So you know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman &lt;/span&gt;what happens when more than two from our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angkan &lt;/span&gt;gathers together, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di ba&lt;/span&gt;? Wackiness ensued almost immediately thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/TMbL_C9bC_I/AAAAAAAAALA/2G-uaWKwkx8/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/TMbL_C9bC_I/AAAAAAAAALA/2G-uaWKwkx8/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532333476257926130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(The day before the elections)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;S'yempre naman, Inang, boboto ako. Pero hindi si Pamangkin mo ang iboboto ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inang&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Walanghiya. 'Wag ka nang bumoto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;, peeking inside the classroom/polling precinct:&lt;br /&gt;Oi, R (pamangkin), 'wag ka nang magpanggap. Humingi ka na ng tulong. Alam naman namin na no read, no write ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya R&lt;/span&gt;, gumaganti pag labas ng presinto:&lt;br /&gt;O, wag mong kakalimutan ha. Bibilugan ang sagot. Baka check-an mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Talaga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;, wondering out loud:&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga kaya hindi puedeng itong sample ballot na lang ang ihulog natin sa ballot boxes para 'wag na tayong mahirapan sa pagboto?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mga tao sa paligid&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga kaya? Tanga talaga ng COMELEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Oi, L, wala daw ang pangalan mo sa Voters' List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate L&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;'E 'di ok, uwi na ko. Ayoko naman talagang bumoto e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, na L, nakita na 'yung pangalan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later still, after waiting for quite a while for the line to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate L&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Check ko na nga 'yung pangalan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Naku, baka kung hindi n'ya makita 'yung pangalan n'ya, maghara-kiri 'yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Buti nga kung hara-kiri lang. 'E pa'no kapag naghurumintado 'yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;'O nga. Nasa personality pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate L&lt;/span&gt;, just as she was about to enter the polling precinct:&lt;br /&gt;Naku, nasan na ang kodigo ko? (pats her pockets frantically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Bobo ka pala e. Tatatlo na nga lang iboboto mo, magkokodigo ka pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;, at the threshold of the polling precinct:&lt;br /&gt;Walang tulakan, walang artista dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(The brother kasi is pushing his way in, kasi mainit sa labas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dad, who is registered in another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barangay &lt;/span&gt;and whose brother-in-law was a candidate naman for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kagawad&lt;/span&gt;, was unable to vote because the delivery of the ballots were super delayed (boo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he asked if we had any news if the brother-in-law won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Natalo daw, by one vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Parang gusto ko nang magpaputol ng daliri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Bakit mo puputulin? Pipitpitin ko na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So kamusta naman ang botohan sa inyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-7268990290462174866?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/7268990290462174866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=7268990290462174866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7268990290462174866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7268990290462174866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-polling-precincts.html' title='At the Polling Precincts...'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/TMbL_C9bC_I/AAAAAAAAALA/2G-uaWKwkx8/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-1511348609381928613</id><published>2010-10-20T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:05:27.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i swear my family&apos;s normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife? what lovelife?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons Why Khay is Still Single (Or Is It Single Again?)</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally posted in my Multiply Account on September 19, 2009&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Reason Number 5&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Concerned Friend:&lt;br /&gt;Khay, may ipapakilala ako sa'yo na guy.&lt;br /&gt;Cute. Single. Available. Looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;Talaga? Sino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:&lt;br /&gt;Friend ng kapatid ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:&lt;br /&gt;OK lang naman sa'yo ang may anak na, 'di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;Ha? Ilan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:&lt;br /&gt;Isa lang naman.&lt;br /&gt; At divorced naman dun sa asawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;Divorced?&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang divorce dito sa Pilipinas a.&lt;br /&gt;Foreigner ba s'ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:&lt;br /&gt;Hindi. Pinoy.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa US naman nagpakasal,&lt;br /&gt;kaya na-divorce n'ya yung asawa n'ya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos matagal na rin silang hindi nagsasama.&lt;br /&gt;Puede nang magpakasal ulit pag ganun, 'di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko na nga ba, may catch e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;Impromptu Persons and Family Relations lesson: walang bisa ang o hindi kikilalanin ang divorce dito sa Pilipinas kung ang nag-file ay isang Filipino citizen, kahit na siya ay kinasal sa ibang bansa. Gayun din, hindi rin itinuturing na walang bisa ang kasal kapag ang mag-asawa ay matagal nang hindi nagsasama o nagkikita. Maaaring "Legally Separated" lamang sila, pero hindi pa rin sila puedeng magpakasal sa ibang tao. See also: Article 15 of the Civil Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Reason Number 4&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Khay was at a beauty parlor, having her hair cellophaned, when her eyes met those of a cute guy's in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Guy smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khay tentatively smiles back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Guy sidles over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khay's heart started beating really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Guy, to Gay Guy doing Khay's hair:&lt;br /&gt;Sister, anong gawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;Para saan yang eklavu na yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those itsy-bitsy pieces on the parlor floor? Yup. That used to be K's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;May shortage na nga ng lalaki, hindi pa talo yung iba. Hmp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Reason Number 3&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Khay was just about to enter the CA gates when an unmarked white pick-up parks in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the pick-up, three men wearing police uniform steps down, carrying high-caliber guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Khay's attention was caught by the last guy who exited the pick-up truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said guy was tall. Dark. Well-built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, papalicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would have been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the pair of handcuffs that bound his wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;Minsan-minsan na nga lang makakakita ng cute sa CA, akusado pa sa krimen. Pero, come to think of it...kailangan kaya n'ya ng lawyer? If single s'ya, puede ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Reason Number 2&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Newlywed Officemate:&lt;br /&gt;Karina! Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO:&lt;br /&gt;Remember Bank Executive?&lt;br /&gt;Yung crush mo sa neighboring local bank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit, anong balita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO:&lt;br /&gt;Nag-inqiure kasi kami kahapon ni Single-Lady Officemate tungkol sa time deposit.&lt;br /&gt;And guess kung sinong nag-entertain sa amin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;Hindi si Bank Executive????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO:&lt;br /&gt;None other! At, hiningi n'ya ang names namin ni SLO.&lt;br /&gt;At ang hirit ni SLO:&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt; And you are (with matching flirtatious eyelashes)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, gasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO:&lt;br /&gt;At hiningi rin nya ang number namin.&lt;br /&gt;Nung una, yung number dito sa office ang binigay ni SLO.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabi ni Bank Executive: &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;'yung mobile mo number na rin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;Inunahan na naman ako ni SLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamelessly Eavesdropping Officemate:&lt;br /&gt;Ang bagal mo kasi. Masyado kang pakipot.&lt;br /&gt;'Di mo gayahin si SLO.&lt;br /&gt;Malambing sa guys. 'Kaw kasi hindi, e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;Pero I thought SLO was my friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;Sa edad ko talaga ngayon, wala nang kai-kaibigan. Priority talaga ang lovelife. Talo-talo na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;And the top reason the author is of this pointless piece is still single&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;College Best Friend:&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend, British Foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang gifted 'yan sa languages.&lt;br /&gt;Christian din s'ya. Active sa Church.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Bible study leader s'ya sa dorm namin sa Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;Really? So what brings you here to the Philippines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oo, nagta-Tagalog s'ya. Magaling nga sa languages e)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Nag-enrol kasi ako sa International Christian Seminary dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;A. So after nun, ano'ng plans mo? Babalik ka ng Japan, o uuwi ka sa UK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(read as: pag nagkatuluyan tayo, san tayo magb-base? Sa Japan o sa UK?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF:&lt;br /&gt;I will go wherever the Lord leads me.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, if given the choice, I would like to be a missionary in China.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that there is where I am most needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;praying:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please, not this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;Matanda na kasi, choosy pa ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, how was your week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-1511348609381928613?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/1511348609381928613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=1511348609381928613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1511348609381928613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1511348609381928613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2010/10/top-five-reasons-why-khay-is-still.html' title='Top Five Reasons Why Khay is Still Single (Or Is It Single Again?)'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-1691023379195863106</id><published>2010-10-20T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:03:54.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i swear my family&apos;s normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Insanity Runs in the Family</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally posted in my Multiply Account on January 6, 2010&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exhibit 1: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do as I Say, Not as I Do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uncle&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grabe kagabi, may bwiset na babaeng dumorbell sa bahay namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inang&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Wag mo sasabihang bwiset ang mga babae, masama 'yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Pauses).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bakit? Ano bang nagyari?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uncle&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natutulog na kasi ako, Alas-11 na ng gabi 'yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May dumorbell. Akala ko, emergency. Tumakbo akong pabababa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pag tingin ko, babae. Nanglilimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inang&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'E walang hiya pala s'ya e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dudorbell pa e manlilimos lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bwiset naman pala talaga.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exhibit 2: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It's All in the Mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ano ba ito? Dr. Pepper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Binili ko 'yan sa SNR. Sikat 'yan sa US, lagi kong nababasa na mga libro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matikman nga. Hindi pa ako nakakatikim ng Dr. Pepper (but he pronounced it "Pepah" with a silent "R").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Masarap 'yan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro&lt;/b&gt;, after taking a long gulp:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oo nga, masarap nga ang Pepah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro 2&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ako din, gusto ko rin patikim ng Pepah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt;, scandalized:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ano? P3p3? Mga bastos kayo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exhibit 3: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bawal ang makulit dito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During the Christmas Eve Party on my dad's side of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin-in-Law/Photographer/Game Master/Emcee:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;hindi naman s'ya masyadong all-around&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O game. Kasali lahat ng apo (who are college aged and up).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ang laro natin ay Spider-Man, Hulk at Wonder Woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hecklers&lt;/b&gt;, who are incidentally, the players of the game:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi namin alam 'yun, explain, explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C-i-L:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parang rock, paper, scissors lang ito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si Spider-Man, talo n'ya si Wonder Woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si WW, talo n'ya si Hulk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si Hulk, talo n'ya ni SM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tapos, may mga actions kayong gagawin to depict yung character na pipiliin n'yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heckler&lt;/b&gt; (ako yata ito, hehe):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ay, sosyal naman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ang alam lang namin, Samson, Delilah at Lion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C-i-L:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ganun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O, alika dito, ikaw mag-demonstrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heckler&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ay, hindi ko pala alam. Yung sosyal na lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C-i-L:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si Hulk, ganito (raises both arms in a macho man pose).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si WW, ganito (poses in a feminine way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si SM, ganito (mimics SM while climbing walls).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O, game na?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hecklers&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Di pa. Demo ulit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Demo! Demo! Demo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C-i-L&lt;/b&gt;, rolls eyes, but gamely repeated the demo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heckler&lt;/b&gt; (hindi na ako ito):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Di ba puede ganito na lang si Spider-Man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(holds out right arm to depict SM while shooting out webs)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C-i-L&lt;/b&gt;, in exasperation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kahit ano, bahala kayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O, game na?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hecklers&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait lang, time out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After waiting a while,&lt;b&gt; C-i-L&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O, puede na?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hecklers&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puede demo ulit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C-i-L&lt;/b&gt;, in frustration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi na!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Under his breath) Mga bwiset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang kukulit kasi. Parang nasa playground lang ulit kami during our childhood days :) Lavet!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exhibit 4: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;During the Christmas Party on my Mother's Side of the Family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Game-Master:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O, ang game natin, Pinoy Henyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Shows the words na huhulaan, which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 1/Player na manghuhula &lt;/b&gt;(who is, incidentally, a respected doctor)&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tao? Bagay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 2/Player na sasagot ng Oo, Hinde o Puede:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi. Hindi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Event?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Event...Meron ngayon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas...Two words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family Reunion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Event, Christmas. English. Two words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaa! Aaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 2&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin 1&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi Merry Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E di Maligayang Pasko????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mahirap talaga minsan ang masyadong matalino, nasosobrahan ng kakaisip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exhibit 5: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Quits lang tayo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While watching TV...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manonood ako n'yan, Sherlock Holmes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sino ba 'yan? Sherlock Holmes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi mo kilala si Shecklock Holmes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'E si Watson, kilala mo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi rin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;, in disbelief:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi n'yo kilala si Sherlock Holmes at si Watson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi nga e. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E si Kalabog en Bosyo, kilala mo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi rin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O, e di pareho lang tayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;O' nga naman, kanya-kanya lang 'yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;Bonus Feature:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;Judge Not and You Shall Not be Judged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Break na kami ni Piolo. May bago na kong boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sino?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;, with matching hearts in the eyes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si Enchong Dee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kapag nanligaw sa 'kin 'yun, sasagutin ko na s'ya agad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E akala ko ba hindi ka magb-boyfriend ng hindi born-again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, Friend naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sa tingin mo, kapag niligawan ako ni Enchong Dee, hindi pa s'ya miracle from God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaya nga hindi ako maka-react nang mabalitaan kong nililigawan ni Efren Penaflorida si Angel Locsin, e. We're in the same boat. O. 'Di ba sosyal kapag sinagot s'ya ni Angel? 'Ika nga e, nothing to lose (well, except for his face). Hehe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O s'ya. Yun na &lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-1691023379195863106?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/1691023379195863106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=1691023379195863106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1691023379195863106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1691023379195863106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2010/10/insanity-runs-in-family.html' title='Insanity Runs in the Family'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-7793480417494939777</id><published>2010-10-20T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:56:49.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i swear my family&apos;s normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Confession (also, Seven Deadly Sins)</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Alam kong maraming nag-request, pero dahil ito ang first writing attempt ko after so many months (years???), lower your expectations ha. Soft opening muna :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Confessions (also, Seven Deadly Sins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pride&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was preparing for a Hawaiian-themed party. So picture me wearing a spaghetti-strapped inner blouse topped with an almost-see through long-sleeved shirt, paired with shorts. I was feeling good in myP5,000++ outfit when my brother saw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bro 1 (but not necessarily in order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, Ruby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K, thinking of Angelica P.'s now-defunct teleserye, smiles with pseudo-humility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bro 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ruby Rodriguez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pride 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May bago na akong kamukha, hindi na si Papa P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sino na kamukha mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si Enchong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bro 1 (same brother as above):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tama! Si Enchong. Si Enchong Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Avarice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pagdasal mo naman na makapag-asawa ako ng mayaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mayaman? 'Di ba dapat 'pag mag-aasawa ka, dapat yung Christian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kapag nakapag-asawa ako ng mayaman, ibibili kita ng maraming bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sige, mayaman na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Envy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(kasi inggit ako, at ang opposite ng envy ay Love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mommy! Naiwan mo ang cellphone mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad, to Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ikaw naman, kakalimutan mo pa ang kadugtong ng buhay mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hindi naman 'yung cellphone ko ang kadugtog ng buhay ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E, ano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ikaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K, thinking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eeeew! Cheesy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wrath&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bro 2 (note again that the number is not necessarily his number out of my mom's womb) was on his way to his GF's Church when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Yung polo mo gusot-gusot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bro (kasi harassed na at mala-late na yata):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E anong gagawin ko? Huhubarin ko pa ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E di 'wag mong hubarin habang pina-plansta ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lust&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Overheard:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ang ganda mo naman. Kamukha mo si Bea Alonzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para kang model sa Magkaribal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By the way, ako pala si Derek Ramsey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bro 1 injured his shoulder during a basketball game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inang, concerned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marunong manghilot si E (Inang's 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Yaya). Magpahilot ka dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bro 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wag na po.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bakit naman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bro 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hindi po ako nagpapahawak kung kani-kanino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gluttony&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mom and me shared a gelatto after one of our customary mall lakwatsa. Since I will be the one who will be driving home, she let me eat my half first with the warning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tirhan mo ko, kundi, sisipain kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K, after her first taste of the gelato:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Magpapasipa na lang ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gluttony 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me and my friends were on our way to Tagaytay when my mom called me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K, (static, static, static).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K, straining to hear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(static, static, static) . . . ay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ano? Sinong namatay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Needless to say, everyone who were inside the car with me freezes in tense silence while waiting for the answer to my question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bingi ka talaga! Buko pie! Mag-uwi ka ng buko pie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Collective sighs of relief for those inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gluttony 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K, on her way home from Tagaytay, after buying buko pie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Magdadala na lang ako ng sasakyan bukas pag-uwi ko ng Bulacan, ano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seatmate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oo, seatmate, kasi marami kang dalang buko pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;J, the Ladies' escort to Tagaytay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tama. Kasi 'pag nag-bus ka, baka may bumili sa'yo ng buko pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sloth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; (ayaw kasing mag-exercise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;J, hubarin mo nga ang beltbag mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tita J:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ano? Wala akong suot na beltbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E ano yang nakapulupot sa bewang mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tita J:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Salbabida 'yan. Walang pakialamanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none; font-family: comic sans ms;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, kamusta naman kayo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-7793480417494939777?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/7793480417494939777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=7793480417494939777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7793480417494939777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7793480417494939777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2010/10/confession-also-seven-deadly-sins.html' title='Confession (also, Seven Deadly Sins)'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6795044148238374357</id><published>2009-01-29T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:39:44.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Life Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family: Verdana;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Back, due to popular demand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;	At the onset, it must be stressed that pursuant to &lt;i&gt;People of the Philippines vs Cabalquinto&lt;/i&gt; (G.R. No. 167693, September 19, 2006), I shall be withholding the real name of certain persons and shall instead use fictitious initials to represent them. Likewise, the personal circumstances of the said persons, as well as those of their immediate family or household members, which tend to establish or compromise their identites, shall not be disclosed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A blond moment during a wedding (masyado kasing nagpapa-cute sa partner)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So you'r practicing law.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Atty: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yes, sa Batangas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A. So malapit ka lang pala kay groom (who's practicing in Olongapo)?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blinks&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A...hindi. Magkabila 'yun. Isang north, isang south.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Obviously, I am NOT smarter than a fifth-grader.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mommy, may ipapakilala daw sa akin si JM na guy. Brother ng friend n'ya na cute at Christian.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Brother (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who was blatantly eavesdropping&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Brother na cute na Christian? E bakit maghahanap ka pa e nandito naman ako?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Overheard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Man, on a celphone: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Labs you (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pauses to hear the reply&lt;/span&gt;). Sige na, sige na, gago.  Babay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Sigh. Ain't love grand? &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Man, to woman selling celphone load: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ako na ang magbebenta para sayo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Woman: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sige nga. Tignan natin galing mo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Man, turning to K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ma'am, mag-paload na po kayo dito para textmate tayo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K, &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sine-sales talk mo ba ko o tinatakot?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Boss: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Madali lang gumawa ng criminal case report. Kasi yung mga jurisprudence, halos paulit-ulit lang, tulad ng findings of fact of trial court are respected on appeal; trial court's analysis of the credibility of witnesses are given due weight (pauses and looks at K). Ano pa ba?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K, who was not paying attention at all before and was instead practicing her ability to read upsidedown by reading a private letter on boss' desk: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Aaa, opo, sir.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Moral of the story: Actually, there is none :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I love my boss :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Boss (to carpenters fixing our office door): &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O, ayusin n'yo 'yung kabit ng pintuan namin. Baka magka-muscles yung mga babae dito.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Text messaging is fun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Bukas samahan mo kong bumili ng food for my birthday ha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;BT:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oo, ba. Sige, magtuturo na lang ako bukas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sure, no problem. Minsan lang naman ako magt-twenty five.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;BT:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Kung twenty-five ka, e di thirty lang ako.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Bakit, hindi ba ko mukhang twenty five?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;BT, after a few minutes of being incommunicado:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Talaga bang twenty-five ka lang?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I sometimes think that I mess with people's minds waaay too much.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Inang, nandito po si BT para mag-mano sa inyo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Inang, seated on a pew inside our Church: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Nakow, 'wag mo nga akong pinagloloko. Chaka ayoko.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hindi po ako nagbibiro. Nasa likod nyo lang po s'ya.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Inang: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;How, ayoko nga.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;BT: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Inang, totoo po. Magmamano po ako.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Si inang ulit (wag nyo ko sumbong).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Inang (Handing K a bowl): Paki dala naman to sa kusina.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E, inang, may tatlong subong lugaw pa dito. Ubusin n'yo na po.  Sayang naman, isipin nyo po, maraming bata ang nagugutom sa Africa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Inang: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Nasan sila? Ilabas mo na, susubuan ko pa sila.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;At a fastfood drive-thru:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Brother:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dalawang Meal 2.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Crew: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Will that be all, sir?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;B: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Crew: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dine in or take out?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;B (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without batting an eyelash&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Teka lang, ha. Iisipin ko muna.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I attended one of our Church's General Council Meeting. I never met so many pastors at one time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pastor 1: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Attorney, ikaw ba yung pamangkin ni Lourdes?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A, opo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;P1: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E, di natatandaan mo pa ako?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pasensya na po, hindi ko na po kayo natatandaan.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;P1: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ako yung nagkasal sayo. Di ba, nagkasakit yung pastor nyo, tapos tinawagan nya ko para ako na lang ang magkasal sayo?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Insert uncomfortable silence here while K, pauses to think of a non-offensive way of telling the nice pastor that, 'I'm not married yet, you raving lunatic!'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pastor 2, taking pity on both persons involved, butted in: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A, pastor, hindi pa po kasal si attorney.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;P1: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ha? Hindi ka pa kasal? Pero ikaw yung pamangkin ni Lourdes?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;De la Cruz po ba? Opo, kapatid po sya ng mommy ko.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;P1: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ganun ba? E sino yung kinasal ko?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K, shrugs noncommitically.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;P1: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E di single pa kayo, attorney?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;K: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Opo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;P1: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;May anak akong lalaki, 36 years old, single din. Baka kaya mong hanapan ng puede n'yang pakasalan?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: Verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The sad thing herein is that this is not the first time I was hit on by a parent on behalf of his/her clueless son :(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;x x x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family: comic sans ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So how was your week?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font style="font-family: Verdana;" size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6795044148238374357?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6795044148238374357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6795044148238374357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6795044148238374357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6795044148238374357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-life-part-ii.html' title='Still Life Part II'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-4346321225443353375</id><published>2009-01-26T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:53:14.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upper</title><content type='html'>i just learned how uplifting it is to be hugged, even if just a virtual one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so if anyone's interested, i'll be giving out free virtual hugs for the week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*hugs*&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-4346321225443353375?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/4346321225443353375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=4346321225443353375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/4346321225443353375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/4346321225443353375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2009/01/upper.html' title='upper'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-8229707058561477131</id><published>2009-01-22T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:51:15.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goofing off</title><content type='html'>i should be doing a thousand things tonight that would make my life sooo much easier tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but of course, me (being me) would rather enjoy my here and now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'll just panic tomorrow. that's what it's there for naman, di ba?&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-8229707058561477131?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/8229707058561477131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=8229707058561477131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8229707058561477131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8229707058561477131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2009/01/goofing-off.html' title='goofing off'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6496202605392568130</id><published>2008-12-18T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:30:28.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*headdesk*</title><content type='html'>today was not a good day to be me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sadness.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6496202605392568130?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6496202605392568130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6496202605392568130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6496202605392568130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6496202605392568130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/12/headdesk.html' title='*headdesk*'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2038859137911989147</id><published>2008-12-02T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:22:28.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ba-ack!</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see what I've been up to during my disappearance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I haven't logged in the internet for the longest time, so I most probably missed what you guys have been up to. YM or PM me anything and everything you want me to check out para 'wag naman akong mahuli sa balita. I would have lurked the net for a while, except that my boss wants me to finish something ASAP (boo!). So there.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2038859137911989147?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2038859137911989147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2038859137911989147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2038859137911989147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2038859137911989147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-ba-ack.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Ba-ack!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-7909387698519283805</id><published>2008-10-25T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:39:28.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pet Dragon</title><content type='html'>Please click on my pet egg so that it'll hatch into a dragon :)&lt;a href="http://dragcave.net/viewdragon/A4na"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dragcave.net/image/A4na.gif" style="border-width: 0pt;" alt="Adopt one today!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-7909387698519283805?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/7909387698519283805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=7909387698519283805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7909387698519283805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7909387698519283805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-pet-dragon.html' title='My Pet Dragon'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-7028371969695069779</id><published>2008-10-11T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:47:03.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>Tell me, what's the use of three hulking brothers when not one of them could kill a tiny ipis???  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-7028371969695069779?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/7028371969695069779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=7028371969695069779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7028371969695069779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7028371969695069779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/10/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6813153080055163507</id><published>2008-10-02T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:46:50.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Life</title><content type='html'> &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;LRT Engineer:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Sa mga maginoo po, paki suyo lang po ang mga upuan sa mga kababaihan.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;- - -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Mom: &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Anong oras ka uuwi?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Bro:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;May inter-org po ako ng 6pm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Mom:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Gaano katagal yun?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Bro:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;(using Arnean twang) About two hours.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Mom:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Ano? Sinong babatuhin?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;- - -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;K, in LRT, having her bags inspected, struggling to open her gym bag while holding on to her purse.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Security guard:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Sige po, ma'am. Ok na po.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;K:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;(pausing in said struggle) Po?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;SG:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Ok na po. Wag n'yo na pong buksan. Naiintindihan ko po kayo. Pasok na po.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;K hears a snort from passenger behind her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Halata bang kailangan ko na talagang mag-gym ulit?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;- - -&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;I've been going to the gym for more than a year now. There's this machine that I always wanted to try but was too chicken to. It's that treadmill-like machine but instead of walking, you sort of glide.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Tqo weeks ago, I took courage in both hands and decided to try it out. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;After five minutes, I was feeling pretty smug, patting myself on the back for figuring out the mystifying controls.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;A couple of seconds later, a cute male trainor (I later found out his name was Erik) stood beside me and smiled. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;I smiled back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;And then he said, "Ma'am, siguro po mas effective kung imbes na paatras ang lakad n'yo, pa-abante po."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Arrgh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;- - -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;During my hepa scare, my doctors recommended that all my brothers undergo the test to find out if they're also positive, since we had an inkling that my hepa was hereditary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Brother (who's scared of needles):&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Wag na po ako. Mahal po yung test. Chaka di naman ako importante.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;- - -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;As I was walking to work, along UN Avenue, I saw a sign that read:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Gumagawa ng sirang&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;payong at sapatos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Nagbabasa din ng kapalaran&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sa panahon talaga ngayon, kailangan talagang marami kang alam. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;- - -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;My cousin, who's now a doctor, and I, came out with the conclusion that the study of medicine is so much harder than the study of law, if our text conversations are anything to get by.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Doc:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Pabili two tickets sa Westside Story.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Atty:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Sure. Pero you have to give me money na. I'm so broke.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Doc:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;OK, pero sa Friday night ko pa s'ya madadaan.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Atty:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Sige, pero I can't guarantee na you'll get seats ha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Doc:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Ha? Pa'no 'yun? Nakatayo kami?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Later, after buying said tickets...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Atty:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;I bought you tickets na ha. Kaya lang since nauna kaming bumili at nagkakaubusan na ng tickets, nakahiwalay kayo or kung sino man ang gustong humiwalay ng seats.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Doc:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Anong hiwalay?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Atty:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Maglalagay na lang daw sila ng monoblock sa may pintuan.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Doc (hours later):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;Talaga bang monoblock lang?&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;- - -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Brother, fresh from a shower:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Mommy, kanino ko ba namana ang mga mata ko?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Mommy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Ano? Bakit mo naman naitanong?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Brother:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Ang ganda kasi e.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Other brother, chiming in:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Ako rin nga e. Ang daming babaeng nagagandahan sa mata ko.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;- - -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;So, how was your week? :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6813153080055163507?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6813153080055163507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6813153080055163507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6813153080055163507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6813153080055163507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-life.html' title='Still Life'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-1306659325471114103</id><published>2008-09-05T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:17:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I skipped gym just so I can update my Multiply.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Na-miss ko kasi kayo at ang inyong makukulit na comments.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;UPDATES:&lt;br&gt;*broken down the former Macau Album into many pieces, namely: &lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/album/54/Macau_2008"&gt;Macau 2008&lt;/a&gt; (which title I stole from Jill); &lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/album/56/Macau_Sights"&gt;Macau Sights&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/album/57/I_A_N"&gt;Ian&lt;/a&gt;'s own album (as promised); our pictures taken in &lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/album/58/Six_Hours_in_HongKong"&gt;HongKong&lt;/a&gt;; our &lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/album/59/Foreign_Foodies"&gt;food &lt;/a&gt;(mis)adventures; and the (non-Macau/HK) &lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/album/55/Cuz_"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br&gt;*replied to comments (well, most of them. i can't remember kung may kailangan akong reply-an pa. sorry kung may na-miss ako)&lt;br&gt;*uploaded "Diamonds are Forever" routine of the Macau Dancing Fountain (not its official name)&lt;br&gt;*stolen &lt;a href="http://jillsabs.multiply.com/photos/album/81/Macau_2008"&gt;Jill's Macau pictures&lt;/a&gt; and posted them in &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/2832638/1/869036641"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt; (para maiba naman)&lt;br&gt;*ok'd invites&lt;br&gt;*updated my blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hay. busy, busy, busy. bukas gym ulit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;khay&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-1306659325471114103?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/1306659325471114103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=1306659325471114103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1306659325471114103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1306659325471114103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-alive.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Alive!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-1934715537016306835</id><published>2008-09-01T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:43:26.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do not call the national guards (yet)</title><content type='html'>buhay pa ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well, somewhat buhay pa ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dahil aabay ulit ako sa kasal sa september 21, muli kong kina-career ang pagg-gym. so wala akong energy pag dating ng bahay. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;will post the macau pictures and will reply to comments pag nakabili na ako ng evervon :(&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-1934715537016306835?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/1934715537016306835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=1934715537016306835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1934715537016306835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1934715537016306835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-not-call-national-guards-yet.html' title='do not call the national guards (yet)'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-5759498461117560806</id><published>2008-08-23T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:05:14.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post-It Note</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back to the gym on Monday. &lt;font size="2"&gt;yey!&lt;/font&gt; I never realized how much I missed the physical activity until I upped and did it again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sayang lang, I won't be able to go to the gym for five days (starting today) kasi I'm going to Macau (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so, friends, don't text me muna ha&lt;/span&gt;) Pero malamang, puro walking kami dun kaya exercise na rin. I prepared loads of band-aids for my feet. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is my first trip abroad, so, go me! Expect a barrage of pictures when I return.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See you when I get back!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;khay&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-5759498461117560806?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/5759498461117560806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=5759498461117560806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5759498461117560806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5759498461117560806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-it-note.html' title='A Post-It Note'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6866469909822434672</id><published>2008-08-14T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:58:18.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Itch I Can't Scratch</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those days when you are such in a bad mood you're just spoiling for a fight just to let all your frustrations out?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup. I had one of those days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Buti na lang walang pumatol sa kin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hay, buhay.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6866469909822434672?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6866469909822434672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6866469909822434672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6866469909822434672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6866469909822434672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/08/itch-i-can-scratch.html' title='An Itch I Can&amp;#39;t Scratch'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-8668279758384002160</id><published>2008-08-11T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:14:25.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>May sunog na naman sa Pasay at apektado na naman ang takbo ng LRT. Naisip ko na grabe ang transport system dito sa Pilipinas. Kawawa naman tayo. Napag-iwanan. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos, kanina, nag-forward ng email sa kin si Allen with the caption:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you complain about your transport system, how about them?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKArzQoKCBwAAEuUaEs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.karinsky.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKArzQoKCBwAAEuUaEs1/download.jpg?et=E%2BI0VUVaIj4QU7b%2BL5IFtw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I quickly got the message, Lord. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-8668279758384002160?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/8668279758384002160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=8668279758384002160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8668279758384002160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8668279758384002160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is Beautiful'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-539995343385603621</id><published>2008-07-28T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:49:16.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Come True</title><content type='html'> i went to a wedding last saturday (and some person who shall remained unnamed had the nerve to laugh at me for being a bridesmaid for the nth time. excuse me! i wasn't a bridesmaid. i was a secondary sponsor). ahem. a lot of people commented that with my gown and my hair, i looked like an empress (move over, princess leah!). anyway, little did they know that earlier that day, i had become a celebrity in my own right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i would like to thank my jack for my make-up, jenny for my hair, and mom for my gown ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://razzledazzlejack.multiply.com/photos/album/34/Our_First_Victim_p"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for details.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-539995343385603621?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/539995343385603621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=539995343385603621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/539995343385603621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/539995343385603621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-come-true.html' title='A Dream Come True'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-1939340833079733924</id><published>2008-07-27T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:52:34.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Direct Hit</title><content type='html'> After a long while, I felt God take my hand in His. And then He led me to worship this morning at Bread of Life. Now I know why.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He's asking me to re-evaluate my life and go back to the basics. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He asked me why I wanted to become a lawyer. Is it because of money? Is it because of the status and social standing?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, He asked me what my passion was. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The answer had left me stunned. *shakes head*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-1939340833079733924?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/1939340833079733924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=1939340833079733924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1939340833079733924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1939340833079733924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/07/direct-hit.html' title='A Direct Hit'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-3582108118428475914</id><published>2008-07-14T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:57:33.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Update :)</title><content type='html'>I'm OK. I really, really am. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Based on the last lab results, I'm a chronic Hepa-B carrier. Kailangan ko ng Hepa vaccine at ng lab tests every three months. I can transmit hepa through my blood. I can't donate blood. I have to inform my dentist about it if magpapa-clean ako ng teeth. I have to have my own manicure/pedicure stuff if magpapalinis ako ng kuko. If mag-aasawa at magkaka-anak ako, they have to be vaccinated against it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But, my liver's OK. Normal life can resume. Puede na akong mag-gym sometime soon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks sa prayers ha. I felt the love. :)&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-3582108118428475914?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/3582108118428475914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=3582108118428475914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/3582108118428475914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/3582108118428475914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/07/health-update.html' title='Health Update :)'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-5330627898926254913</id><published>2008-07-08T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:25:16.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Results are IN!</title><content type='html'>According to the results, I would have to take more tests. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seriously. Hay, naku.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Just a quick update. I promise to answer comments tomorrow. It's just that I have a new toy to tinker with tonight to take my mind off things. hehe)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-5330627898926254913?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/5330627898926254913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=5330627898926254913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5330627898926254913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5330627898926254913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-results-are-in.html' title='And the Results are IN!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-8179417982958570877</id><published>2008-07-05T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:58:38.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I trusted God to see me through 4 grueling years of law school . . . </title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm trusting Him to get me through this also. This is nothing to Him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A few of you know na what I'm talking about. But to those who don't. This is what happened:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A friend asked me donate blood two Mondays nights ago. When I told my dad about it . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di ba gabi na?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emergency ata. &lt;br&gt;Her mom needs transfusion. &lt;br&gt;Pero mga nine PM pa ata sila dadating sa hospital.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dad:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O, sige. Pero kapag sinabihan ka nung technician na sa leeg ka kukunan ng dugo, tapos biglang lumabas yung pangil n'ya, wag kang papayag ha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For some reason I can't remember na, di kami natuloy ng Monday night. So Tuesday morning kami pumunta ng hospital (Manila Day kasi, so walang office). I also scared up a couple of friends to go with me kase three bags of blood yung kailangan. Unfortunately . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doc (a male in his early forties):&lt;br&gt;When was the last time you donated blood?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;K:&lt;br&gt;I think it was 6 years ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doc:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had any blood tests lately?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;K:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two years ago, when I applied for work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doc:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A. Kasi we found something in your blood. &lt;br&gt;It's kind of serious.&lt;br&gt;So ipapabasa ko na lang sa yo. &lt;br&gt;(Tilts paper with findings)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;K, squinting:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doc, di ko mabasa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doc:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ganun ba?&lt;br&gt;Sige, sabihin ko na lang. &lt;br&gt;You're positive for Hepa B. &lt;br&gt;There's three ways to get it: 1) STD; 2) needles; and 3) genetics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;K, blinking in incomprehension:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doc:&lt;br&gt;You're a lawyer, right? &lt;br&gt;You must have gotten it during your wild days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;K, thinking: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meron? &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went to my physician that weekend and he instructed me to undergo tests such as hepa screening and ultrasound (where I had to fast and drink Castor oil, nasty stuff, that one). So I went to the lab on Saturday for extraction and went back on Monday for my ultrasound. At the ultrasounding area (I don't know what they're called e) . . . &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Med Tech:&lt;br&gt;First time?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;K:&lt;br&gt;Yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Med Tech:&lt;br&gt;O, sige. Higa na mommy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;K:&lt;br&gt;Um, hindi matres ko ang ipapaultrasound (wish ko lang).&lt;br&gt;Liver.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got the results on Tuesday afternoon. I'm positive nga for Hepa B. But I'm OK. But my mom didn't like the medication prescribed kasi possible na may side-effect sa kidney. So I went to another doctor today (Saturday) for a second opinion. I underwent another blood extraction. Baka lang daw nagkamali yung lab kase according to the test results, my something-something (oo, scientific name yan) count is very high, which is weird kase wala akong manifestations nung sakit. I don't feel pain in my liver area, wala akong jaundice at wala akong lagnat. Sa Monday pa ang results. So prayers are most appreciated. Kung mababa kasi yung something-something na yun, I don't have to take meds na. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero, I'm OK, thank God. Wala akong nararamdaman, except takot. I was told kase to eat carbs and NOT go to the gym (do the math) kasi bawal daw mapagod. I miss the gym na. I miss EGC na. I miss na rin yung lolo na laging katabi ko sa treadmill na mas mabilis pa sa kin tumakbo at mas matagal mapagod. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To emphasize, I'm OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks pala sa lahat ng nag-text. Naloka ako nung Wednesday and Thursday sa dami ng nangamusta : ) &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I believe something great is coming out of this experience because this is part of God's great masterplan, kahit ano pa man ang results ng blood tests ko. I think I see na a portion of what that is, di ba Jaems at Cha? ; ) Sabi nga ng devotion ko a couple of days ago, "and in EVERYTHING give thanks". So I'm thanking the Lord for this also.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-8179417982958570877?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/8179417982958570877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=8179417982958570877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8179417982958570877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8179417982958570877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-trusted-god-to-see-me-through-4.html' title='I trusted God to see me through 4 grueling years of law school . . . '/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-1673113137392012993</id><published>2008-06-17T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:01:48.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footloose</title><content type='html'> Guess who's going to Davao and Macau? :) &lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-1673113137392012993?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/1673113137392012993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=1673113137392012993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1673113137392012993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1673113137392012993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/06/footloose.html' title='Footloose'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-4885047271377094469</id><published>2008-06-10T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:20:02.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm dangerous when i'm bored.</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEzo9AoKCBwAADJvXVk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.karinsky.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SEzo9AoKCBwAADJvXVk1/DSC00214.JPG?et=WLRllY6Oj83pLHeJBj%2CQBQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my mom stepped in the salon...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;three guesses what bug bit me&lt;br&gt;(again)&lt;br&gt;(and the first two guesses don't count).&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEzoJQoKCBwAACAxaJk1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-4885047271377094469?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/4885047271377094469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=4885047271377094469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/4885047271377094469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/4885047271377094469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dangerous-when-i-bored.html' title='i&amp;#39;m dangerous when i&amp;#39;m bored.'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-3739608125999059494</id><published>2008-03-24T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:10:44.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My So-Called Lovelife</title><content type='html'> &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;What's worse than a match-making mama? It's when the said match-making mama is helped along by a scheming dad (who used to be your staunch ally against the said match-making).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;My mom is scheming to push together me and this guy [who shall remain unnamed for fear that some readers of this blog (yes, peope do read my blog, and no person is more astonished with this fact than I) has personal knowledge of his personality] together. The sheer lengths my mom would go through to match-make really astonishes me.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we were in the van, on our way home from Bulacan after the Holy Week break (needless to say, I was a captive audience). My mom was mercilessly tormenting me with the said guy whose name would not be mentioned. My brothers joined in. And then my dad, waxing poetic in what he can do in order to help hurry along this (non-existent) romance.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Me:	&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;Daddy, akala ko pa naman, kakampi kita.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Dad:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;Kaya ko nga gagawin ito kase kakampi kita.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Waah!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I know a lot of woman who would kill to be in my position, that is, to have parents who are supportive of their love life. But I am resenting such unwanted interference. For one thing, it makes me feel like an old maid that I am not (really, I'm not an old maid!) People, pay attention because I will only say this once (well, once in this blog entry, at least). I AM NOT (yet) DESPARATE FOR AN S.O.!  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Ahem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Truth be told, I'm still enjoying my singlehood. Although there are times when I wish that there's someone to pick me up from the office or go with me to watch really cheesy movies, I don't think these are good reasons to enter into a relationship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Plus, IF he's really interested (as people say he is), I'll just wait for him to make the first move (naks, dalagang Pilipina). After all, it's his loss kapag nabingwit ako ng aking boy next door (as in the guy who returned my ID and the reason for my previous post. hehe). 'Di ba seatmate?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;AND speaking of cheesy movies, I watched Superpapalicious in the big screen with my churchmates. As Randy Jackson would say, 'It was OK. A bit pitchy at parts, but it was OK.' It got a bit dragging in the middle, but it had its moments. I especially loved the dramatic moment between Valerie Concepcion and Papa Vhong Navarro when they spouted lines from memorable movies to each other. Case in point:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Val:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;Kailangan mo ba ako kase mahal mo ako o mahal mo ba ako kase kailangan mo?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Vhong, pauses and emotes before saying:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;Nalilito ako.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Classic. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;So, how was your Holy Week? :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-3739608125999059494?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/3739608125999059494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=3739608125999059494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/3739608125999059494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/3739608125999059494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-so-called-lovelife.html' title='My So-Called Lovelife'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-7033973965444136786</id><published>2008-03-18T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:10:32.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Month In A Thousand Words (or less)</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while since I've blogged though I've been lurking around the net. So here's what happened to me in three parts:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;TECHNOFREAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I've become a slave to technology and to my credit card. I'm also a living testimony that things breed things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Late last year, I've bought a palm pilot so that I can read novellas while riding the LRT (very deep of me, I know). Of course, I just had to buy a wireless keyboard to go with the thing (thank you very much, Anj). Then, just a few days back, I've asked a friend of a friend who's going to Singapore to buy me a leather case for the unit. Now, I'm thinking of buying a metal case and an extra stylus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And as if I'm not yet neck-deep in debt, late last week, I've piggy-backed on my dad's credit card (because my credit card is filled to the bursting) and bought a new laptop. I've convinced myself that it's for a good cause (my brother was the beneficiary of my old laptop because he  needed one to bring to school for his reports and school projects). But my new laptop is HP and has Windows Vista and I'm still of the opinion that my old Mac Book is better. I'm contemplating a trade. I think I want my old Mac back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Let's just hope that I don't get fired before I can pay for these things... Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;II&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;THE BOMBSHELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yesterday morning, right after the flag ceremony (which my office mates and I skipped) Mang Willie, a CA security guard, calmly walked into our office. The conversation went a little something like this:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;MW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Good morning, ma'am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Jaems, the office mate:    &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Good morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;MW:     &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lahat po sa CA ay pinapalabas ng building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Me, thinking: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Naku, baka nagalit si PJ kase konti lang ang nag-flag ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;J: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Bakit po?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;MW: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kase po may bomb threat ang CA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Needless to say, the office erupted in panic. We went downstairs and started running around like a chicken with its head cut off. They finally asked us to vacate the premises and to stay outside the gate. Policemen immediately arrived (dapat lang dahil walking distance lang sa 'min ang Manila Police District) with cute canine dogs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It turned out to be a hoax and we were allowed to go back to our respective offices after about an hour an a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And to think that I used to complain that I'm getting bored with my job. In less than a year, I've been through a fire and through a bomb scare. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yikes.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Later, I learned that during the flag ceremony, someone called the CA trunk line and told the poor operator who answered that there's a bomb in the premises. Mga tao na namang walang magawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THE REASON KUNG BAKIT 'DI MUNA AKO MAGRE-RESIGN SA CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;(Aside from the fact na baka 'di ko na mapanood si Papa Piolo sa Lobo sa sobrang ka-busy-han &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ATTENTION Seatmate and Juno. This is the good stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt; I've saved the best for last.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I lost my ID three times since January. I thought that it was God's way of telling me that it's time for me to move on and look for another job.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The first time I lost my ID, an SC personnel returned it to the guards at the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The second time I lost my ID, I had to request for a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The third time I lost my ID was last Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I arrived at the UN Station pretty early, around 7.30, so I had time to drink coffee and eat donuts (just don't tell my mom) at the Times Plaza Mall. As I was leaving, I wore my ID around my neck using its shiny new strap. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like any other government employee, the first thing I did when I arrive at the office was to primp. But when I looked into the mirror, I found out that while I was wearing my ID strap, my ID was no longer attached. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grabe. Wala na akong mukhang ihaharap sa personnel kase naka-dalawang report na ako ng lost ID in three months. Sobra. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Plus, ang ganda ng picture ko sa ID kong 'yun. I called it an investment kase kahit marami nagsabi sa 'kin na sa tabi-tabi na lang na tigt-25 pesos lang, sa Great Image ako nagpakuha na mas mahal because of the magic of Photoshop. Sayang talaga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, Jaems and I retraced my steps back to Times Plaza Mall to look for my ID in vain (Pero may nakita kaming uber cute na SWAT in a mean-looking motorcycle who stopped and let us cross the street. Unfortunately, while I was making pa-cute, waving to him and mouthing 'thank you', Jaems accidentally-on-purpose stepped on my left sandal. Said sandal got left in the middle of the road...but I digress).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm pretty much beginning to suspect na minamaligno ako na sobrang pinagi-interesan ang ID ko. Ang sagot naman ng office mates ko, may stalker daw akong maligno. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So my morning was pretty much shot. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before lunch time rolled around, a man walked into our office.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He was tall, well-built and cute. Then, he handed MY ID to ate Shirley. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the first words out of ate Shirley's mouth? "Ay! Ikaw pala ang stalker!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yikes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyone who knows me wouldn't be surprised with what I did next.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Instead of moving closer to him, I just waved to him and said thank you. Galit na galit yung mga office mates ko sa kin kase chance ko na daw yun to get to know him better. Sabi nga nung isa, kung sya daw ako, yayakap daw s'ya sa sobrang tuwa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, the guy was an employee ng office katabi namin. Kamag-anak daw ng justice. Napulot daw ng office mate n'ya 'yung ID ko, tapos si prospective fafa ang nagbalik. Touched naman ako. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, to say thanks, I bought a dozen donuts and sent them to their office&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He personally returned later to say thanks for the donuts. Unfortunately, I wasn't in kase kumuha ako sweldo. Sayang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero, I just found out kanina na his boss is a temporary member in our division. nag-volunteer na akong magpa-receive ng mga reports sa kanilang office. Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So that's my life in a nutshell while I was in a blogging blockout. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cheerio!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-7033973965444136786?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/7033973965444136786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=7033973965444136786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7033973965444136786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7033973965444136786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-month-in-thousand-words-or-less.html' title='My Month In A Thousand Words (or less)'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-3168036146499101039</id><published>2008-02-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:58:26.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotable quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Did I Miss the Memo Again?</title><content type='html'>after a long hiatus, i finally took the wheel again and started driving saturday (after renewing my license friday). a block away from my house, the van in front of me almost collided with a tricycle who beat a read light. a couple of blocks later, the jeep in front of me almost collided with a red SUV which also beat the red light. optional na ba ngayon ang mga traffic signals o may balat lang ba ako? grabe ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this real-life quote totally made my day (and made the haphazard driving/ers worthwhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at a children's party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emcee:   &lt;br /&gt;Kids, do you want to watch a magic show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids:      &lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emcee:  &lt;br /&gt;I present to you the magician!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magician:&lt;br /&gt;(whispering) wait! ise-set ko pa yung music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emcee:&lt;br /&gt;(in a valiant attempt to fill dead air)   Uh, kids... just remember...only God can do magic. but...this magic is not an illusion! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-3168036146499101039?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/3168036146499101039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=3168036146499101039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/3168036146499101039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/3168036146499101039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/02/did-i-miss-memo-again.html' title='Did I Miss the Memo Again?'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2679563523736845775</id><published>2008-01-25T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:14:43.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><title type='text'>ZOMG!</title><content type='html'>i make no secret of my uber crush on james "spike" marsters, but i don't see him as much anymore after the buffy series. and then there was torchwood season 2 which could be summed up in one word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/ITloMfLIow8" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/ITloMfLIow8" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in more depressing news, heath ledger passed away last wednesday. believe it or not, i received text messages from college friends condoling with me because of this. they all knew i fell hard for him in 10 things i hate about you, and he was the only reason i made it through college single and without any decent boylets prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is too short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2679563523736845775?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2679563523736845775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2679563523736845775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2679563523736845775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2679563523736845775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/01/torchwood-21-kiss-kiss-bang-bang-part-2.html' title='ZOMG!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-1274753450817361464</id><published>2008-01-21T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:10:18.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>twenty-six and counting...</title><content type='html'>as of 3 pm today, i'm 26 and a day (i'm still reserving judgment if that's a good thing or a bad thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i'm finally breaking my blog-draught to say thank you. so, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed yesterday.  thank you, friends, for making it special. thank you for taking time off from your busy schedules to greet/text/spend time with me (at hanggang kanina may humahabol pa ng bati. haha.)   dun sa mga wala pang regalo, tatanggap pa ko hanggang next month :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero what does it mean kung ang most common birthday wish for me ay "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sana makita mo na si mr. right&lt;/span&gt;" (or variations thereof)? dapat mahanap na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; ni mr. right. his loss naman if di n'ya ko makita, di ba? 8-) (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;si papa p kasi, sobrang busy kaka-promote ng kanyang soap&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/R1fyFxJk83I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xvtR_IF4CEY/s1600-h/DSC_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/R1fyFxJk83I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xvtR_IF4CEY/s320/DSC_0343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140843680573485938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poise and Grace, Thy Name is Khay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(o, di ba? what man can resist the perfection that is me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo Credit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jen G.; 12.02.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post a more coherent entry soon.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; na-stress  ksi ako sa case ko kanina kasi di kami magkasundo sa ruling ni j, hanggang ngayon hilo pa ko.&lt;/span&gt; hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-1274753450817361464?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/1274753450817361464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=1274753450817361464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1274753450817361464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1274753450817361464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2008/01/twenty-six-and-counting.html' title='twenty-six and counting...'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/R1fyFxJk83I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xvtR_IF4CEY/s72-c/DSC_0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-5632355551212016879</id><published>2007-12-01T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:56:44.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><title type='text'>Charge it!</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to my favorite topic, which is about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally received my first-ever credit card! my buying powers had just quarupled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i did? ditch work tuesday (regardless of the fact na may pending work ako before the boss) and go to moa! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave the card one good work-out, if i do say so myself. pag di dumating yung christmas bonus ko, patay na. pero i got new clothes and new shoes naman. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-5632355551212016879?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/5632355551212016879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=5632355551212016879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5632355551212016879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5632355551212016879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/12/charge-it.html' title='Charge it!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-5613433206832398581</id><published>2007-12-01T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:58:34.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unmixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Random Train of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>three cousins of mine invited me to join &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; in separate occassions. i finally gave in and signed up. in the midst of editing my profile, one question set me off: that is, the part asking me what my political view is. the choices are as follows: very liberal; liberal; moderate; conservative; very conservative; apathetic; libertarian; and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answer: none of above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my view of politics right now: i'm pretty much disgusted with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the title of my blogspot (which, fyi, is fluff4brains) suggests, i'm steering away from heavy topics like religion and politics, not because i'm apathetic or i have no care about it, but because i surf the net to unwind and not think deep thoughts. so whenever i'm online, i'm definitely in denial land where the government is perfect, the people are all selfless and nice, there's nary a problem in the world, and (this is my favorite part) it's all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, my post yesterday, which pretty much ignored the manila pen incident on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, since &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;facebook &lt;/a&gt;inadvertently reminded me of reality which i cannot seem to run away from, and since a &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/"&gt;friendster &lt;/a&gt;message from a friend in japan was so worried about it all (this is a warning to all those who heard me whine before and have no intention of hearing me do so again), allow me to rant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame on trillanes and his group who hides their personal agendas behind allegedly nationalistic motives. you're worse that the people whom you criticize. next time, use your brains and think about the consequences of your actions. you may say that you're doing it for the good of your country but have you ever thought about the people who are going to suffer because of your thoughtless actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame on the media (esp. channel 2. korina sanchez just lost all my respect for her. ayoko nang maging kapamilya. mas may integrity ata ang mga kapuso. for 20 years, you've been deceiving the people you placed their trust on you). you've forgotten that freedom of the press is not absolute. no freedom is, for that matter. all of us must work within the bounds of the law. your duty to give information to the people must give way to public interest and public good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame on corrupt government officials and employees that give honest and hard-working government employees a bad name. trillanes and the media exercised bad judgment, but you gave them the excuse to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's anything i learned in life and in the judiciary, it's that there are always two sides to one story. so i know na it's not my place to judge people (lalo na kung walang appellant's at appellee's brief, heehee). pero i believe with all that i am that the time will come that these people will face Judgment and will receive all that is coming to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile they must own up to the consequences of their action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-5613433206832398581?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/5613433206832398581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=5613433206832398581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5613433206832398581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5613433206832398581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-train-of-thoughts.html' title='Random Train of Thoughts'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-1095217389701327932</id><published>2007-11-30T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:40:33.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>My Kind of Meme</title><content type='html'>(because, it's all about me. hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instructions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick your month of birth.&lt;br /&gt;4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x x x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;i was tagged (yet again) by &lt;a href="http://www.nonstandardized.com/alteregos/" target="_blank"&gt;iris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JANUARY&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Stubborn&lt;/strong&gt; and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. &lt;strong&gt;Loves to teach&lt;/strong&gt; and be taught. &lt;strong&gt;Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Likes to criticize&lt;/strong&gt;. Hardworking and &lt;strong&gt;productive&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Smart&lt;/strong&gt;, neat and organized. Sensitive and &lt;strong&gt;has deep thoughts &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;occasionally&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;strong&gt;Knows how to make others happy&lt;/strong&gt;. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. &lt;strong&gt;Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds&lt;/strong&gt;. Romantic &lt;strong&gt;but has difficulties expressing love &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;strong&gt; Loves children&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Loyal&lt;/strong&gt;. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. &lt;strong&gt;Very stubborn&lt;/strong&gt; and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the rest of the eleven months:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/strong&gt;: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH&lt;/strong&gt;: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL&lt;/strong&gt;: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY&lt;/strong&gt;: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE&lt;/strong&gt;: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY&lt;/strong&gt;: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST&lt;/strong&gt;: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/strong&gt;: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tagging &lt;a href="http://allentots.multiply.com/"&gt;allen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://roadtrip.multiply.com/"&gt;anne&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cdmj5498.multiply.com/"&gt;cydnei&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lostako.multiply.com/"&gt;det&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://issavillanueva.multiply.com/"&gt;issa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://razzledazzlejack.multiply.com/"&gt;jack&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jennyguerrero.multiply.com/"&gt;jen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://joanpalang.multiply.com/"&gt;joan a&lt;/a&gt;., &lt;a href="http://kreizyloon.multiply.com/"&gt;kei&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ldc317.multiply.com/"&gt;leah d.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://leahenriquez.multiply.com/"&gt;leah e.&lt;/a&gt;, and my &lt;a href="http://thegrandscheme.multiply.com/"&gt;seatmate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go, go, go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-1095217389701327932?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/1095217389701327932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=1095217389701327932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1095217389701327932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1095217389701327932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-kind-of-meme.html' title='My Kind of Meme'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2224587965541220368</id><published>2007-11-13T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:58:20.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best in something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nonstandardized.com/alteregos"&gt;Ris&lt;/a&gt; gave me an award...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/awards"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ;" src="http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/914/134/award_bear.gy9ua3snuu.jpg" alt="A giant bear hug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;div style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color rgb(153, 153, 153) rgb(153, 153, 153); border-width: medium 4px 4px; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 192px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;"&gt;                      Awarded by                          &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://nonstandardized.com/alteregos"&gt;ris&lt;/a&gt;                        to &lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/"&gt;Fluff For Brains&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Thanks, bru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2224587965541220368?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2224587965541220368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2224587965541220368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2224587965541220368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2224587965541220368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-in-something.html' title='Best in something.'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2519738232484908897</id><published>2007-11-12T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:00:21.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Yet Untitled</title><content type='html'>Unahin ko na yung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tag&lt;/span&gt; ni &lt;a href="http://nonstandardized.com/alteregos"&gt;Iris&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt;: how can you tell if a guy (who’s really hot) is gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my answer&lt;/span&gt;: it's in the fingers. kung may french tip. :-) perso, seriously, i believe that every girl has a built-in gaydar as a measure of self-protection. 'yun nga lang some are more accurate than others. mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mortification is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The sequel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before you read this, you got to swear to never, ever tell my mom about this. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mom is not naive, pero, like many women of her generation, she isn't in the know when it comes to the the double entendre nor is she familiar with the American pop culture thing (those who know about my cowboy shirt know what i'm talking about. 'Di ba, Juno at Toni?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom and I went to this knick-knack store (I forgot the name) filled with people in Trinoma. We're checking out the merchandise, when suddenly mom picked up a hot pink, battery-operated vibrator, weighed it in her hand, turned to me and opened her mouth to ask (in a semi-loud voice so that she may be overheard over the noise) what's it's for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and suddenly,  I had to go to the bathroom real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wastefulness is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having someone tell you what a perfect pair of breasts you have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...only that someone is a sixty-something female modista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2519738232484908897?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2519738232484908897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2519738232484908897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2519738232484908897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2519738232484908897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/11/yet-untitled.html' title='Yet Untitled'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2341870466084641236</id><published>2007-10-12T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:30:11.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>I'm Kinda Dorky...But I'm Not a Loser</title><content type='html'>Test 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/nt2ref.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/nt2/e14aae37ff5a5b3c.png" alt="NerdTests.com says I'm a Kinda Dorky Nerd.  What are you?  Click here!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_loser.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/lsr.php?val=7584" alt="I am 11% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2341870466084641236?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2341870466084641236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2341870466084641236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2341870466084641236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2341870466084641236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-kinda-dorkybut-im-not-loser.html' title='I&apos;m Kinda Dorky...But I&apos;m Not a Loser'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6771909398264178287</id><published>2007-10-12T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:05:31.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Mortification is...</title><content type='html'>...having your gym crush smile on you, and then realizing his smile is a little freaked out and it's because you've smiled at him first and said smile clearly read "I lust you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...meeting a guy you're interested in, and then finding out when you get home that your fly's open the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...arriving at the office one morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and then your officemate pointing out that you've put on your bra all twisted and its obvious just by looking at your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6771909398264178287?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6771909398264178287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6771909398264178287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6771909398264178287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6771909398264178287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/10/mortification-is.html' title='Mortification is...'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-8226966347231309460</id><published>2007-10-03T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:59:47.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Happiness is . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . being with friends (specially those you haven't seen in a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOK9zBXtxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iUE1_fs4bAA/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOK9zBXtxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iUE1_fs4bAA/s320/DSC00216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117086395895625490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOK-TBXtyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KCQFAbFEEbs/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOK-TBXtyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KCQFAbFEEbs/s320/DSC00223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117086404485560098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOK-jBXtzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SVYJu9CTv60/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOK-jBXtzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SVYJu9CTv60/s320/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117086408780527410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . receiving a feel-good text message bright and early in the morning (an excellent way to start your day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though I clutch my blanket &amp;amp; growl when the alarm rings,&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord that I can hear.&lt;br /&gt;There are many who are deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible,&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord that I can see.&lt;br /&gt;There are many who are blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I huddle in my bed &amp;amp; put off rising,&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord that I have the strength to rise.&lt;br /&gt;There are many who are bedridden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's love be with you...&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;. . . curling up with a brainlessly fun book after a tiring day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOROTBXt0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1ni7oDgWUHs/s1600-h/0385338082.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOROTBXt0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1ni7oDgWUHs/s320/0385338082.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117093276433233730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . celebrating milestones with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOROjBXt1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6H6aaYOLVw8/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOROjBXt1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6H6aaYOLVw8/s320/DSC00200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117093280728201042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and reading replies to blogposts (yup. that's your not-so-subtle hint to leave me a message :-) hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-8226966347231309460?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/8226966347231309460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=8226966347231309460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8226966347231309460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8226966347231309460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/10/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is . . .'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RwOK9zBXtxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iUE1_fs4bAA/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-5188552372263029538</id><published>2007-09-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:01:41.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><title type='text'>A State of Cluelessness</title><content type='html'>It's so frustrating when you realize four years of law school and a few months of practice in the government have taught me nothing about real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting ahead of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long and tiring day yesterday because of our church's medical mission. From waking up early (well, too early, considering it's Saturday), going to Bulacan and standing up almost the entire day to assist people, I had to drive the volunteer doctors back to Manila at night. I woke up at 5am this morning to drive back to Bulacan for our church service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, I went home earlier (and more tired) than usual. Then I crashed (I think it was 2pm then). I woke up to the sound of my mom's voice demanding to borrow my Sun phone (by then, it was already dark outside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out, my 19-year old cousin was driving our church truck in Bulacan. He overtook a vehicle, and crashed head-on to an oncoming owner-type jeep. All four passengers of the other vehicle were injured (one of them, my mom informed me later, was even in a wheelchair) while the driver sustained minor cuts. One churchmate had hit his head and loosened a couple of teeth, not to mention sustaining a bump in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to this, I can't even answer the simple question of whether he (my cousin) can be detained on the basis thereof. Yup, that's the question that I've been obsessing over. I'm thinking (and hoping) na no, you have to have a warrant before your liberty could be curtailed. But, apparently puede, at least for a while. 'Yun din nga 'yung napapanood ko sa TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to make matters worse, my cousin doesn't have a driver's license. My two youngest brothers, who were with him, do. So when the police came, my cousin was made to ride at the back of the police car with my two brothers and they were driven to the police station. Later, I learned that their licenses were confiscated (Thank God na Nigel had his license renewed last Friday. Yup, two days pa lang lisensya nya, nagamit na. Kyd kase had a traumatic experience with law enforcements a while back). I didn't even know na that (confiscating the license of a licensed driver who's a passenger of a vehicle that figured in a collision whose driver is unlicensed) could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God nobody lost his life. Thank God na Det (with Erwin, Haydee and TepTep), Aiz (who drove D, H &amp; T home while Erwin stayed) and Gen (my churchmate/the pastor's super responsible and cool-headed daughter) passed by the accident scene. Thank God for our pastor and for Erwin who immediately went to the police station. Thank God my tito Bobby knew the driver of the other vehicle (para idaan na lang ang lahat sa maayos na usapan). Thank God for our kamag-anaks who were there (majority kase of our titos/titas went to Antipolo for a luncheon sponsored by Tito Henry and Tita Vivian). Thank God na one day, we can look back on this incident and be grateful for all the lessons we learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this, I can't say na bahala na si Batman (kahit na fave superhero ko s'ya) kase I saw God's hand working all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero it's so so frustrating na while I know the law, I'm so clueless when it comes to real life applications.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-5188552372263029538?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/5188552372263029538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=5188552372263029538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5188552372263029538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5188552372263029538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/09/state-of-cluelessness.html' title='A State of Cluelessness'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-9166504773789908268</id><published>2007-08-31T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:16:52.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>Three-Word Survey</title><content type='html'>This looked like fun so I stole it from a sis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: &lt;br /&gt;You have to use 3 WORDS to answer each question. No more, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Missing-in-Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is your father?&lt;br /&gt;with my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheesecake?&lt;br /&gt;mmm...cheese cake (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;waste my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;me, myself and piolo ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;coffee, coffee, coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;suv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;keeps my secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. George Bush?&lt;br /&gt;US president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fears?&lt;br /&gt;i have lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Nipple rings?&lt;br /&gt;(wrinkles nose) eew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who did you hang out with last night?&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you NOT good at?&lt;br /&gt;no such thing &gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's your wish list item(s)?&lt;br /&gt;psp and gameboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;QC and Bulacan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;read my mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;my sleeping gear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tattoo on back?&lt;br /&gt;thanks, but no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Ketchup?&lt;br /&gt;oh, yes, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;almost fully paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life?&lt;br /&gt;has its moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;bound to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing?&lt;br /&gt;you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car?&lt;br /&gt;the LRT trains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your work?&lt;br /&gt;what about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your relationship status&lt;br /&gt;single and available (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color(s):&lt;br /&gt;yellow. green. blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;kanina habang dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;while chopping onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Highschool?&lt;br /&gt;want a do-over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun, although I found myself stumped a few times (specially dun sa George Bush number).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-9166504773789908268?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/9166504773789908268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=9166504773789908268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/9166504773789908268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/9166504773789908268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/08/three-word-survey.html' title='Three-Word Survey'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-4891195770324099303</id><published>2007-08-25T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:44:10.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><title type='text'>Hit and Run</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to tell ya'll that I'm still alive. It's just that real life is kicking my @s$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Btw, to my beloved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;blockies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, I enjoyed our dinner last night (kahit na maraming nalito kung saan ang venue at muntik na tayong matalbugan ng next table sa kaingayan). I never realized how much I missed the Makati contingent until I saw you guys and Leah made a comment na ang gulo ng conversations natin (as in a hundred topics per minute) pero ang bilis ng pick-up ng mga tao. I miss our lunch outs. Hope to see you in Makati in a year or so. :-) Congrats to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joan&lt;/span&gt; who is now officially engaged (Inggit ako!). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa mga magt-take ng bar&lt;/span&gt;, God bless! You've got my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-4891195770324099303?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/4891195770324099303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=4891195770324099303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/4891195770324099303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/4891195770324099303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/08/hit-and-run.html' title='Hit and Run'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-8489722499129399864</id><published>2007-07-27T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:51:52.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office-ally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><title type='text'>Through the Fire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is life after panic. :-) (Akala kasi namin, bakasyon grande na kami...but no!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnMmGaPM3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/9wo46Dvaa9Q/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnMmGaPM3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/9wo46Dvaa9Q/s320/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091825808646812530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Court of Appeals, Main Building&lt;br /&gt;(Minus the Kisame)&lt;br /&gt;07.27.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnMmWaPM4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9b939Whh7S8/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnMmWaPM4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9b939Whh7S8/s320/DSC00148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091825812941779842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibid.&lt;br /&gt;(Complete with "Police Line, Do Not Cross")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an insane day. Buti na lang Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to work around 9 na. Clarice was in our house kase. We were allowed to go to our office na. Grabe kahit 'yung first floor, basang-basa yung floor. Off 'yung power. Ang baho, amoy usok,  ang init, sobra. Pagdating ko ng opisina, ang dilim. Thank God when I checked my law books, codals and stuff, tuyo pa s'ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnL92aPM2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/-6uaYFCsSlM/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnL92aPM2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/-6uaYFCsSlM/s320/DSC00134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091825117157077858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Office Space, as I left it when the roof was on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we learned na all offices occupying the Main Building have to evacuate for at least 15 days (more days for our office kase ang daming re-repair-in). Sira kasi 'yung kisami namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to evacuate papunta sa session hall ng CA sa Centennial Building, 'dun sa venue ng hearing ng Burgos case. Kasama namin ang ibang offices. Ang sakit ng paa ko. Super pagod. Pero kung ganito nararamdaman ko, worse 'yung sa iba kong officemates na naghakot ng gamit at naglinis ng room. Lalo pa siguro 'yung naiwan sa room namin para magbantay ng gamit. Hay. Sana wala sa aming magkasakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnMmmaPM5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zi2pWOI1TN8/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnMmmaPM5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zi2pWOI1TN8/s320/DSC00141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091825817236747154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The CA Session Hall, Court of Appeals, Centennial Building&lt;br /&gt;07.27.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnMm2aPM6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3VEaauEz1kE/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnMm2aPM6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3VEaauEz1kE/s320/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091825821531714466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibid.&lt;br /&gt;(Magulo na s'ya kasi find your own space, tables and chairs ang drama namin. Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Feeling refugees talaga kami. Tapos dala ko pang 'yung laptop ko. Aray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. So, ayan, na-fill ko na 'yung whine quota ko for the day. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I will leave you with an HP meme. :-) (Kahit na I don't know much about HP, I only read  the first book. I just found the meme cute. Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://injenn.net/%7Etania/sorting.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://injenn.net/%7Etania/hufflepufflink.jpg" alt="Hufflepuff!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://injenn.net/%7Etania/sorting.html"&gt;Sort me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://injenn.net/%7Etania/a_hsmall.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hufflepuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; Loyal. Dependable. True. Just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; What an honor to be sorted into Hufflepuff! The house based on values and virtues over simply deeds. Not that the Hufflepuffs don't do anything worthwhile, it's just that here importance is based more on how you are, not what you do. Hufflepuff is all about acceptance. Since when is that a bad thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; In Hufflepuff, there is a fallacy that the members are simply average, not good enough to get into the other houses. This is most definately not so. Just because Hufflepuff doesn't discriminate against people for not being good enough (or brave, smart, and ambitious enough), does not mean that the entire house is full of wimps, as people seem to think. While, yes. hard-workers are most likely to enter Hufflepuff, this does not mean there aren't other qualities. The fact that Helga Hufflepuff will take "all the rest" can and is seen as a bad thing, by some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; A Hufflepuff is loyal to their friends, trustworthy and patient, and often hard-working. One need not to fit all the criteria of a house to belong it it, nor not have any of the other House's values. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Last, I hope I need not remind you of Cedric Diggory, the one champion chosen for Hogwarts, over all the cunning Slytherins, brave Gryffindors, and clever Ravenclaws. You'd do good not to doubt Hufflepuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-8489722499129399864?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/8489722499129399864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=8489722499129399864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8489722499129399864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8489722499129399864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/07/through-fire.html' title='Through the Fire...'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqnMmGaPM3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/9wo46Dvaa9Q/s72-c/DSC00147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-9191685734545594500</id><published>2007-07-26T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:34:13.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office-ally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>The Roof, The Roof, The Roof is ON FIRE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who would have thought that when I went to work today, the floor above our office would burn down? Not me, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a normal morning and were actually lingering over lunch when we heard a commotion downstairs. 'Yun nga. Nasusunog na 'yung 4th floor. We grabbed our stuff and went outside (my officemate, unfortunately, left BOTH of her cellphones in the office. I left the allowance of my officemate, who is on leave, inside my desk). Outside, I tried to look back to see if my officemates were behind me, but the tide of people just pushed me out of the building na. Three justices were on the lead, reminding people not to panic and not to use the elevators. One elderly justice grabbed on to me kase she can't go down the stairs alone. When we got outside, it was pure chaos. Pero syemps, 'di ko pinalagpas ang photo-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqhjfWaPMxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IPHXwdI8e-s/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqhjfWaPMxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IPHXwdI8e-s/s320/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091428768985068306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main Building, Court of Appeals, Manila&lt;br /&gt;07.26.07&lt;br /&gt;my cybershot phone camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hay. It was nerve-wracking. Buti na lang, no one got hurt, the fire was contained pretty quickly (thanks to the well-trained CA staff and the fire-fighters), and our office only sustained water damage. Thank you, Lord. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I will leave to you, my dear readers (hehe), a cute picture of my inaanak, Clarice, and our beloved bunso, Koko Crunch, sharing a moment. Guess what Clarice is doing. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rqhl02aPMyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4MEk3YejEbA/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rqhl02aPMyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4MEk3YejEbA/s320/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091431337375511330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inang's Terrace&lt;br /&gt;07.22.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my cybershot phone camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-9191685734545594500?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/9191685734545594500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=9191685734545594500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/9191685734545594500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/9191685734545594500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/07/roof-roof-roof-is-on-fire.html' title='The Roof, The Roof, The Roof is ON FIRE!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RqhjfWaPMxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IPHXwdI8e-s/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6560555505256169546</id><published>2007-07-05T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:42:14.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Hindi na ko masyadong nakaka-internet ngayon kase priority na sila Nigel at Kyd kase "nagre-research" sila for their "acads". Almost one week din ako naka-on-line. Pero I discovered life after the net. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I (finally) joined a gym last Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RozlqocqbxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4aKF92WwoZk/s1600-h/planet-pix_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RozlqocqbxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4aKF92WwoZk/s320/planet-pix_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690599969353490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More than one week na kong member and I was able to go to the gym a grand total of two times. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was inducted to (or is it "in"?) WILOCI at Makati Golf Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rozlq4cqbyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/g7Nkrq7JAnQ/s1600-h/take+2+-+mas+malinaw+na+%3D%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rozlq4cqbyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/g7Nkrq7JAnQ/s320/take+2+-+mas+malinaw+na+%3D%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690604264320802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pinagtatawanan ako ng mga officemates ko kase I didn't know what WILOCI stood for until the induction. Anywho, it was great to see blockmates, sisses and batchmates again. Sayang lang wala ang aming mga boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I watched Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rozlq4cqbzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xbmpE0dpq-Q/s1600-h/xin_41205041209357341295910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rozlq4cqbzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xbmpE0dpq-Q/s320/xin_41205041209357341295910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690604264320818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a lot (and I do mean A LOT) of plot holes, but  I enjoyed it very much. I didn't even realize na almost three hours pala sya (It was such an eye-candy. Don't expect anything deep, tho). It brought me back to my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko na rin ang dream abs ko. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I visited my aunt in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RozlsIcqb0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ScOfjM_fjqA/s1600-h/Breast+Cancer+Awareness+Ribbons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RozlsIcqb0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ScOfjM_fjqA/s320/Breast+Cancer+Awareness+Ribbons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083690625739157314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My heart breaks for her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;Det, Sarah and Erwin, be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these made me realize that life is beautiful...and so am I. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6560555505256169546?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6560555505256169546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6560555505256169546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6560555505256169546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6560555505256169546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RozlqocqbxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4aKF92WwoZk/s72-c/planet-pix_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2199097834597732953</id><published>2007-06-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:12:57.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office-ally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bora'/><title type='text'>Boracay Diaries 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Prequel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(AKA pagpapaalam sa boss na kahit na 3-day weekend e mage-extend ka pa rin ng bakasyon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Khay knocks on the door of boss's Chambers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boss looks up and motions her in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:    Um, Justice, magpapaalam po sana ako ... mag-le-leave po sana ako ng June 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:    A, yun lang ba? (Gets leave form from K and immediately signs it). Kala ko, magpapaalam ka na magpapakasal ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Khay, thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung puede nga lang e...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2199097834597732953?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2199097834597732953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2199097834597732953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2199097834597732953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2199097834597732953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/06/boracay-diaries-1.html' title='Boracay Diaries 1'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-8855125942037696150</id><published>2007-06-16T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:20:25.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTRCB</title><content type='html'>My Bora Pics Album below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/album/22&gt;Bora Trip!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is now Contacts Only kase napagalitan ako ng aking beloved seatmate. There are *controversial/scandalous* pictures there na 'di pa ready ipakita sa buong mundo ng mga persons involved. Ayoko namang ma-John Estrada. :-)&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-8855125942037696150?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/8855125942037696150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=8855125942037696150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8855125942037696150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8855125942037696150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/06/mtrcb.html' title='MTRCB'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-8403695983679985084</id><published>2007-06-08T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:29:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Importation</title><content type='html'>According to Multiply, yahoo!photos are shutting down soon so it recommended the transfer of pictures to another webhost. So here they are in Multiply. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of moving...guess who's flying to Boracay tomorrow? :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-8403695983679985084?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/8403695983679985084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=8403695983679985084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8403695983679985084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8403695983679985084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/06/importation.html' title='Importation'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-3558914999404172965</id><published>2007-05-30T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:57:17.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Immortality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rl1lMgyhjGI/AAAAAAAAADw/7bjKpdzCBug/s1600-h/Ms+U+at+Homeboy+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rl1lMgyhjGI/AAAAAAAAADw/7bjKpdzCBug/s320/Ms+U+at+Homeboy+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070320021123730530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since my live international debut as a TV personality is forever immortalized in YouTube...it is now official...I am now a star with a shiny new career in showbiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/NTAo-QixtUk" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/NTAo-QixtUk" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga malalabo ang mata, 'eto po ang close-up namin ng mg a co-stars ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rl1lMQyhjFI/AAAAAAAAADo/3P9XaysQm8M/s1600-h/Ms+U+at+Homeboy+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rl1lMQyhjFI/AAAAAAAAADo/3P9XaysQm8M/s320/Ms+U+at+Homeboy+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070320016828763218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-3558914999404172965?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/3558914999404172965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=3558914999404172965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/3558914999404172965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/3558914999404172965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/05/immortality_30.html' title='Immortality'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rl1lMgyhjGI/AAAAAAAAADw/7bjKpdzCBug/s72-c/Ms+U+at+Homeboy+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-7260067039415166385</id><published>2007-05-29T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:40:59.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bb. Pilipinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Vanity, thy name is Khay</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I was actually on TV kanina. Sobrang babad. :-) If you watched the Ms. Universe Pre-Pageant episode of Homeboy kanina, you'll know what I mean. We were sitting on the Portia side of the studio when the Floor Manager ordered JillSabs and me to follow her. Buti na lang Joan tagged along. She made us sit on the bleachers right behind Tito Boy and Ms. Charlene Gonzales. So everytime fino-focuse sila ng camera, kitang-kita kami. Super bilis ng oras. Probably because Jill and I spent the entire time projecting and checking the monitors if we're on. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang nga lang, Tere only won the Ms. Photogenic award. Pero ok lang kase I got to be on TV. Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang I enjoyed the experience. Charlene Gonzales was so pretty. Pati ni Nina Ricci  A. Gloria Diaz was a queen in her own right. And I was a celeb for a day. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just don't tell my boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this post pala is a direct quote of Joan's comment when I told her na I don't want to wear my eyeglasses (hence, I can't order coffee from Starbucks kase I can't read the menu) and after I removed by jean jacket (kahit na malamig sa studio) para mag-stand-out ako in my red top. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-7260067039415166385?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/7260067039415166385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=7260067039415166385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7260067039415166385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7260067039415166385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/05/vanity-thy-name-is-khay.html' title='Vanity, thy name is Khay'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-4994123231630330775</id><published>2007-05-25T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:28:23.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop!</title><content type='html'>PLDT (and its DSL) is a stinker. Someone stole our phone cable Friday night. Ngayon lang kame nagka-service ulit. Grabe. Hindi sulit yung 999 nila kase ang dalas walang service ang internet. May naaway pa ko na call center operator kase tinarayan ako, kalalaki pa naman n'yang tao. We're planning on switching na. It's not worth the hassle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting na...on to more important news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three guesses who's going to Homeboy as guest audience on Tuesday &lt;br /&gt;(and the first two don't count)? :-) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-4994123231630330775?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/4994123231630330775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=4994123231630330775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/4994123231630330775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/4994123231630330775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/05/whoop.html' title='Whoop!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6248566995774218961</id><published>2007-05-18T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:30:18.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bb. Pilipinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pimpage'/><title type='text'>For Someone Who Deserves it Very Much</title><content type='html'>Please vote for Tere Licaros as Miss Photogenic &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Miss_Universe_2007/#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RlbUbAyhjEI/AAAAAAAAADg/mx38hFLNcsE/s1600-h/tere5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RlbUbAyhjEI/AAAAAAAAADg/mx38hFLNcsE/s320/tere5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068471991185542210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;stolen from Malou's blog. :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only vote until &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;May 25&lt;/span&gt;. So dont' delay, vote now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pageant night will be shown here in the Philippines via ABS-CBN on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;May 29&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6248566995774218961?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6248566995774218961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6248566995774218961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6248566995774218961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6248566995774218961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-someone-who-deserves-it-very-much.html' title='For Someone Who Deserves it Very Much'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RlbUbAyhjEI/AAAAAAAAADg/mx38hFLNcsE/s72-c/tere5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6420363281650557689</id><published>2007-05-15T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:28:46.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotable quotes'/><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grabe naman ang mga taong ito...gagastos ng milyun-milyon, magpapapatay ng tao, para lang makapaglingkod sa bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ABS-CBN Newscaster Ted Failon on politicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6420363281650557689?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6420363281650557689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6420363281650557689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6420363281650557689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6420363281650557689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-8533931694264742505</id><published>2007-05-05T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:36:20.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Dinner @ Dampa</title><content type='html'>Last night (05.04.07), my mom organized a dinner at Dampa, Farmer's Market to celebrate my becoming a lawyer. It was (at least for me) a blast. I'm very thankful for family and friends who I know laugh when I'm happy and cry when I'm sad. I felt the love, people! (sayang, i was too *shy* to take pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv0owoaD4I/AAAAAAAAACc/SZe5iB9UN5o/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv0owoaD4I/AAAAAAAAACc/SZe5iB9UN5o/s200/DSC00134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060907587367210882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dampa, Farmer's Market, Annex&lt;br /&gt;05.04.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all the people who were there, your presence was gift enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv1mgoaD6I/AAAAAAAAACs/D4a90yrBd-o/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv1mgoaD6I/AAAAAAAAACs/D4a90yrBd-o/s200/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060908648224133026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially the presence of this little angel, Julienne&lt;br /&gt;(although she did sleep off half of the event)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a special thanks goes to those people took the time out to buy me a little something-something. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv1mwoaD7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWifsWABDs8/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv1mwoaD7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWifsWABDs8/s200/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060908652519100338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Iris (and the rest of the Guerreros)&lt;br /&gt;who baked this wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Decadent Brownies with Baileys and walnuts&lt;br /&gt;(which I love...coz what's not to love about brownies, Baileys and walnuts? The three of them mixed together is sinfully delish. In point of fact, KoKo Crunch would sit near a person who's eating one and would pounce on the crumbs that would fall on his/her lap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For more of Iris's baked goodies, go &lt;a href="http://www.delightsbyirlandesa.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.delightsbyirlandesa.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv1nAoaD8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/O3Bws0dTisk/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv1nAoaD8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/O3Bws0dTisk/s200/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060908656814067650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Ate Mylene and Geng (and the rest of Tito Bert's family)&lt;br /&gt;who gave me Marks and Spencer shower gel and bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;Promise, maliligo na ko araw-araw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv1nQoaD9I/AAAAAAAAADE/4IkiKSX6TqY/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv1nQoaD9I/AAAAAAAAADE/4IkiKSX6TqY/s200/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060908661109034962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Tito Celso and Tita Baby,&lt;br /&gt;who gave me a Cross pen with the engraving&lt;br /&gt;Bb. Pilipinas-Universe... este Atty. Khay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv1nQoaD-I/AAAAAAAAADM/FFk_kRGrkcU/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv1nQoaD-I/AAAAAAAAADM/FFk_kRGrkcU/s200/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060908661109034978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Julienne, Jules and Jean,&lt;br /&gt;who gave me pink jammies&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo! I have sleeping gear na for my Bora trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv0pAoaD5I/AAAAAAAAACk/KCWaw_dpqxI/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv0pAoaD5I/AAAAAAAAACk/KCWaw_dpqxI/s200/DSC00140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060907591662178194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Tita Josie who helped my mom plan for the event (and to her fabolous family)&lt;br /&gt;Tito Noli and Tita Nora and their big boys, who made an effort to come (and I can't believe how puny these boys eat for people so huge)&lt;br /&gt;To Tita Evelyn and Trixie who really took time out from their vigorous campaigning to join me and my family (I was really touched kase I know home-stretch na ng elections but they were still there).&lt;br /&gt;To Lennon and Frank who helped Kyd find his way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks, guys. A big *SMOOCH* to all of you!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt; It boggles the mind, pero I can't believe people are really ready the brainless stuff I put in my blog. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-8533931694264742505?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/8533931694264742505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=8533931694264742505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8533931694264742505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/8533931694264742505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/05/dinner-dampa.html' title='Dinner @ Dampa'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rjv0owoaD4I/AAAAAAAAACc/SZe5iB9UN5o/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2526168772849255354</id><published>2007-05-02T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:19:40.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>My Visual DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#343466" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#343466&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-78BCAFD1.jpeg&amp;c1=Its kinda lonely at the top...&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;c2=rock on!&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2C861757.jpeg&amp;c3=say it with me : aww...&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3024A0D7.jpeg&amp;c4=the whole world, right at your fingertips&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=were bringing...hairy back? eew!&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-66240DD4.jpeg&amp;c6=tick-tock (yup, thats the sound of my biological clock)&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2ED3857.jpeg&amp;c7=mmm...coffee...&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-750D648.jpeg&amp;c8=i am getting sleeepyyy...&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_72CA9053.jpeg&amp;c9=you can download porn in the net? sweet!&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3DA9302E.jpeg&amp;c10=khay and driving...not really mixy...&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_115463CF.jpeg&amp;c11=jirapi! wo-hoo!&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D8228ED.jpeg&amp;c12=this is healthy? can i change my answer?&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=i need my shades for this...&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=THRILLER&amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=287683-969d&amp;srv=iwebhd5" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=287683-969d&amp;srv=iwebhd5" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hokay...for some odd reason, the bottom part's cut...&lt;br /&gt;*meme stolen from Nika's multiply* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2526168772849255354?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2526168772849255354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2526168772849255354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2526168772849255354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2526168772849255354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-visual-dna.html' title='My Visual DNA'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6191071698118895296</id><published>2007-05-01T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:58:28.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i swear my family&apos;s normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>This is a job for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Consumer warning: Due to the horrible tragedy named PLDT DSL, this post is going to be uber long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally done. As of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;27 April 2007, 6.00pm&lt;/span&gt;, I'm officially a lawyer. I can finally append the title "atty" to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbNXgoaDvI/AAAAAAAAABU/YtWxU0f0z08/s1600-h/DSC03564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbNXgoaDvI/AAAAAAAAABU/YtWxU0f0z08/s200/DSC03564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059457035177430770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and my seatmates, Toni and Leah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbNXwoaDwI/AAAAAAAAABc/iy91hwqdaU4/s1600-h/DSC03576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbNXwoaDwI/AAAAAAAAABc/iy91hwqdaU4/s200/DSC03576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059457039472398082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's me, putting my mark on the rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbNYAoaDxI/AAAAAAAAABk/NOvX9GmitWA/s1600-h/DSC03577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbNYAoaDxI/AAAAAAAAABk/NOvX9GmitWA/s200/DSC03577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059457043767365394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inang was at the hospital that day so my family couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mind so much because I had my friends with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At marami kaming walang parents. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbP5AoaDyI/AAAAAAAAABs/I2UBwTwevsk/s1600-h/DSC03585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbP5AoaDyI/AAAAAAAAABs/I2UBwTwevsk/s200/DSC03585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059459809726304034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is me, having an ephiphany na after&lt;br /&gt;four grueling years of law school,&lt;br /&gt;four excruciatingly painful months of reviewing,&lt;br /&gt;four nerve-racking Sundays of taking the Bar Exams,&lt;br /&gt;Six fingernail-biting months of waiting for the Bar results,&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to this sheet of paper certifying that I'm now a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday (April 29)&lt;/span&gt; was Marlon C's birthday. Of course my mom's side of the family had just to get together and eat. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots and lots of babies there...kinda made me think, now that I just recently finished a journey in my life (the road to becoming a lawyer), maybe it's time to start a new one...I just realized I wanted to (drum-roll, please) take over the world! Mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbLkgoaDsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XDkyOSRQ5lM/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbLkgoaDsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XDkyOSRQ5lM/s200/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059455059492474562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gorgeous TepTep, after wearing Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;It's the new "in" thing in New York and Paris, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbLkwoaDtI/AAAAAAAAABE/XjZYSZkjZ5s/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbLkwoaDtI/AAAAAAAAABE/XjZYSZkjZ5s/s200/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059455063787441874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After I took the picture of Tep above, this Philippine's Next Top Model wanna-be went infront of the camera and tilted her head, as if to say,&lt;br /&gt;'When's it my turn to have my pictures taken, ninang?'&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha. Manang-mana talaga sa pinag-manahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbLlAoaDuI/AAAAAAAAABM/ecfeSmvaPGU/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbLlAoaDuI/AAAAAAAAABM/ecfeSmvaPGU/s200/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059455068082409186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And of course, Mia wanted her turn with the camera also.&lt;br /&gt;Naku, she's so likot na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbP5QoaDzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z7gMQtGdtRY/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbP5QoaDzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z7gMQtGdtRY/s200/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059459814021271346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And of course, the cutest of them all!&lt;br /&gt;I love our new bebe, KoKo Crunch!&lt;br /&gt;Talbog silang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God has the weirdest (and most effective) way of keeping me humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after the oath-taking ceremony in PICC, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26 April 2007&lt;/span&gt;, I was on my way to work. As was my custom, I was riding the LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbSCgoaD2I/AAAAAAAAACM/uWizKjesWjs/s1600-h/2Pc250075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbSCgoaD2I/AAAAAAAAACM/uWizKjesWjs/s200/2Pc250075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059462171958316898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonder of wonders! It was not as siksikan as usual.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I wasn't able to take a seat (actually, I was, but I gave my seat up for a mom and her kid).&lt;br /&gt;I was leaning against the wall, reading a pocketbook and listening to mp3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Photo downloaded from http://www2.ttcn.ne.jp/~Philrail/2Pc250075.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbSCAoaD0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/_gzXH4OfVAY/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbSCAoaD0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/_gzXH4OfVAY/s200/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059462163368382274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, I admit it. I was also admiring my newly-polished toes and my mom's white wedge shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbTUwoaD3I/AAAAAAAAACU/Mvapgy39XDg/s1600-h/lrt_routemap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbTUwoaD3I/AAAAAAAAACU/Mvapgy39XDg/s200/lrt_routemap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059463585002557298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When suddenly, somewhere in Blumentritt, the fast-moving train came to an abrupt stop!&lt;br /&gt;And off I go, tumbling down to the floor (in slow-motion, it seems to me).&lt;br /&gt;Two men attempted to catch me, but alas, it was too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Image from http://www.lrta.gov.ph/images/lrt_routemap.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbSCQoaD1I/AAAAAAAAACE/-USdSQ8lqmU/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbSCQoaD1I/AAAAAAAAACE/-USdSQ8lqmU/s200/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059462167663349586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I twisted my right ankle and more than seriously-injured my pride.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Munting paalala po para sa mga nakatayo, panatilihing nakahawak sa mga handrails at iwasang sumandal sa magkabilang pinto ng tren. I-check po ang mga gamit lalo na ang magnetic cards na gagamitin sa paglabas ng stasyon. Maraming salamat po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6191071698118895296?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6191071698118895296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6191071698118895296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6191071698118895296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6191071698118895296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-job-for.html' title='This is a job for...'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RjbNXgoaDvI/AAAAAAAAABU/YtWxU0f0z08/s72-c/DSC03564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2178967292465614073</id><published>2007-04-16T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:20:28.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office-ally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><title type='text'>House-Hunting</title><content type='html'>My officemate and I were on our way home kanina when there's this guy who thrusted a flyer at me and asked if I wanted the grand tour. :-) bastus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking tho, a condominium is being constructed, like, ten steps away from the office and they're offering a preview of the model units. My officemate was really interested so we went and looked at it. I'm, like, &lt;i&gt;mommy, I want one of those.&lt;/i&gt; :-) But I won't be able to afford it in a million years...well, maybe I would be able to afford it in a million years if I quit buying stuff. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This is the first time I ever went house-hunting (even if it is for someone else). Grabe. I felt so grown up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the exeprience made me wanna just go out and catch me some billionare to marry. Last I heard, William (as in Wales, Prince of) has recently split with his girlfriend. Anyone knows his number? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Re-reading the entry, I just realized I sound like I have nothing between my skull but empty space. Oh, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2178967292465614073?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2178967292465614073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2178967292465614073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2178967292465614073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2178967292465614073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/04/house-hunting.html' title='House-Hunting'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2508172561392207543</id><published>2007-04-14T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:02:10.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khay is an Escapee from the Loony Bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar exams'/><title type='text'>I Need Help</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been toying with the idea of resigning from work to (get this) learn how to photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real deep of me, I know. But I am soooo tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP Law held a testimonial last night for those who passed the 2006 bar exams. A fun time was had by all and the food wasn't half-bad either. Kei took some great pictures and I'm really looking forward to her posting them. I heard a LOT of my beloved blockies are getting married na. Sinong naiingit? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us went to a karaoke place afterwards and I've discovered my inner exhibitionist. Hehe. Kaya ko palang kumanta kapag nakapatay ang ilaw. Mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my blockies! Waah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2508172561392207543?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2508172561392207543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2508172561392207543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2508172561392207543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2508172561392207543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-need-help.html' title='I Need Help'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-7739252202199743740</id><published>2007-04-10T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:31:36.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar exams'/><title type='text'>The Past Revisited :-)</title><content type='html'>Heidi posted this in our block yahoogroups under the subject &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang Kailan Lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;List of qualified LAE applicants for interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Date of interview: April 10-May 9, 2002. Please wait for your letter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x     x      x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 Abad, Blessilda B.&lt;br /&gt;2 Abella, Bernadine M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 Abella, Gerrmai C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Abragan, Scarlette Rose C.&lt;br /&gt;5 Abrina, Anna Floresca F.&lt;br /&gt;6 Acas, Althea Barbara E.&lt;br /&gt;7 Acosta, Deborah S.&lt;br /&gt;8 Agamata, Abraham A.&lt;br /&gt;9 Aglipay, Emmeline Y.&lt;br /&gt;10 Aguirre, Jonathan G.&lt;br /&gt;11 Aguda, Henry Rhoel R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12 Alvaera, Khristian B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Alviar, Myrvilen L.&lt;br /&gt;14 Amaranto, Emilio D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15 Ambong, Maria Amihan T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Amper, Edward Caine B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17 Ampongan, Maria Ella G. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Anore, Marlon DN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19 Antonio, Christine V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Arce, Liwayway D.&lt;br /&gt;21 Arcelo, Maria Christie L.&lt;br /&gt;22 Aritao, Benjamin E.&lt;br /&gt;23 Astillero, Mon Emmanuel B.&lt;br /&gt;24 Asuncion, Levi Laurence B.&lt;br /&gt;25 Ayap, Manuel C.&lt;br /&gt;26 Ayson, Rowena B.&lt;br /&gt;27 Bacud, Raymond T.&lt;br /&gt;28 Balao, Ian Ezekiel M.&lt;br /&gt;29 Baldomero, Marlon Bradley D.&lt;br /&gt;30 Balein, Mignonette Emelaine Gail D.&lt;br /&gt;31 Baluyut, Cesar M.&lt;br /&gt;32 Barbo, Nieles Manuela A.&lt;br /&gt;33 Bariuan, Paula Francesca A.&lt;br /&gt;34 Batocael, Faye T.&lt;br /&gt;35 Bedar, Alvin Renald A.&lt;br /&gt;36 Biruar, Bai Ashrafia Aymee A.&lt;br /&gt;37 Bombase, Paulo N.&lt;br /&gt;38 Bondoc, Nicholas F.&lt;br /&gt;39 Borra, Katrina P.&lt;br /&gt;40 Britanico, Francesco C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;41 Cabañez, Juno C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 Cabilao, John Paul R.&lt;br /&gt;43 Cadiz, Manuel Cesar Reno S.&lt;br /&gt;44 Calibo, Christian Gold M.&lt;br /&gt;45 Calica, Dymphna R.&lt;br /&gt;46 Calonia, Aileene Mae D.&lt;br /&gt;47 Capili, Maria Angelica A.&lt;br /&gt;48 Carlos, Maria Charizza B.&lt;br /&gt;49 Caro, Kristina Joyce C.&lt;br /&gt;50 Carrascoso, Angelo Carlo S.&lt;br /&gt;51 Carsula, Joy Vergel V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;52 Castañeda, Garth F. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 Causon, Paul Bernard D.&lt;br /&gt;54 Ceballos, Poncevic Jr. C.&lt;br /&gt;55 Celino, Alexander T.&lt;br /&gt;56 Chan, Melanie Mariam D.&lt;br /&gt;57 Chan, Vhiacel Karol G.&lt;br /&gt;58 Choi, Christina T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;59 Colet, Juan Paolo E. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 Coo, Tohi Angeli V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 Corona, Ma. Charina Teresa Asuncion R.&lt;br /&gt;62 Corpuz, Sharon V.&lt;br /&gt;63 Cruz, Ben Ferdinand F.&lt;br /&gt;64 Cruz, Michelle Carmela R.&lt;br /&gt;65 Curameng, Mary Ann T.&lt;br /&gt;66 Dagalea, Alexander B.&lt;br /&gt;67 Dajoyag, Ma. Cecilia M.&lt;br /&gt;68 Danganan, Roland Ian G.&lt;br /&gt;69 De Castro, Jean Jacquelyn A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;70 De Castro, Juan Arturo C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71 De Guzman, Rebecca R.&lt;br /&gt;72 De Jesus, Roman Miguel G.&lt;br /&gt;73 De La Paz, Luis Gregorio Jesus B.&lt;br /&gt;74 De Leon, May Angeli G.&lt;br /&gt;75 De Villa, Raymond M.C. N.&lt;br /&gt;76 Del Moral, Maria Clarissa O.&lt;br /&gt;77 Delamide, Adan T.&lt;br /&gt;78 Denopra, John P.&lt;br /&gt;79 Diaz, Rachelle M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;80 Dimaano, Olivia Rosita S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81 Dizon, Dexter Donne B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 Doliente, Jude S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;83 Dy, Faustino IV U. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84 Echavez, Hannah Cris A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85 Echiverri, Juan Crisostomo M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;86 Enconado, Aman Y. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87 Enerio, Arthur Raymund A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;88 Enriquez, Leah M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89 Esguerra, Oliver L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;90 Espartero, Eugene G. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91 Esteban, Laurice P.&lt;br /&gt;92 Evangelista, Rafael A.&lt;br /&gt;93 Fajardo, Ria Divina I.&lt;br /&gt;94 Fernandez, Gemini Joy B.&lt;br /&gt;95 Franco, Maria Katrina C.&lt;br /&gt;96 Franco, Raymond Neil S.&lt;br /&gt;97 Gamo, Mark Hadrian P.&lt;br /&gt;98 Garay, Carlos N.&lt;br /&gt;99 Garcia, Grace P.&lt;br /&gt;100 Garlitos, Kenneth Vincent J.&lt;br /&gt;101 Genuino, Erwin F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;102 Gironella, Ma. Cecilia A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103 Gomez, Michael Geronimo R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;104 Gonzales, Anthony M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105 Gonzales, Archimedes B.&lt;br /&gt;106 Gonzales, Dan Dyonne Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;107 Guballa, Karina Kristy DR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108 Gutierrez, Anna E.&lt;br /&gt;109 Hipolito, Maria Christina L.&lt;br /&gt;110 Icasiano, Aurelio A.&lt;br /&gt;111 Iglesias, Anna Christina R.&lt;br /&gt;112 Isip, Dennis Gari A.&lt;br /&gt;113 Jacob, Amytis Mahal S.&lt;br /&gt;114 Juan, Shyanne T.&lt;br /&gt;115 Kadusale, Noname D.&lt;br /&gt;116 Kokseng, Kimberly C.&lt;br /&gt;117 Laban, Joseph Israel M.&lt;br /&gt;118 Lachica, Joseph Anthony DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;119 Lardizabal, Allan Jones F. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 Larrazabal, Jovita DS.&lt;br /&gt;121 Lauron, Manuel Patrick K.&lt;br /&gt;122 Leus, Juan Carlos P.&lt;br /&gt;123 Leycano, Andrea B.&lt;br /&gt;124 Lim, Mia Kaye O.&lt;br /&gt;125 Lim, Ronnel U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;126 Lim, Severina Bella T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127 Lim, Sharon T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;128 Limbo, Anna Francesca M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129 Lindo, David-Ben F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;130 Llamas, Maha Risha Joy P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131 Lomboy, Gracia C.&lt;br /&gt;132 Lopez, Lemuel D.&lt;br /&gt;133 Lorenzana, Erika Mae DC.&lt;br /&gt;134 Lorenzo, Elaine Diana L.&lt;br /&gt;135 Lucero, Mark Stanley P.&lt;br /&gt;136 Macadaeg, Mario Jr. M.&lt;br /&gt;137 Madrigal, Michelle R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;138 Magsaysay, Tara Ann V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139 Maleon, Francis Maynard S.&lt;br /&gt;140 Malilong, Francis Nicholas E.&lt;br /&gt;141 Mallari, Clarisse Aeaea B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;142 Manalo, Jose Miguel S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143 Manayon, Pilipina S.&lt;br /&gt;144 Maniago, Esther Judith R.&lt;br /&gt;145 Maningat, Ninez C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;146 Mappala, Marie Grace C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147 Marasigan, Alpha Lawdriann D.&lt;br /&gt;148 Martinez, Rosalyn D.&lt;br /&gt;149 Melencio, Hector D.&lt;br /&gt;150 Mendoza, Allan G.&lt;br /&gt;151 Mendoza, Maria Concepcion B.&lt;br /&gt;152 Mendoza, Timothy Joseph M.&lt;br /&gt;153 Meneses, Geraldine S.&lt;br /&gt;154 Meñez, Kristine Joy M.&lt;br /&gt;155 Mercado, Oliver Q.&lt;br /&gt;156 Meregillano, David Craig R.&lt;br /&gt;157 Miano, Diana Marie P.&lt;br /&gt;158 Mitra, Reena C.&lt;br /&gt;159 Montero, Froilan A.&lt;br /&gt;160 Moraga, Melainie M.&lt;br /&gt;161 Morales, Claudette M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;162 Musico, Joan C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163 Nakan, Rowanie A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164 Navarro, Gian Enrico C.&lt;br /&gt;165 Nepomuceno, Jonathan C.&lt;br /&gt;166 Ng, Anna Maria Karla B.&lt;br /&gt;167 Ng, Jennifer Lee B.&lt;br /&gt;168 Nolo, Nonalyn R.&lt;br /&gt;169 Novo, Erwin DT.&lt;br /&gt;170 Ocaya, Raissa Faye O.&lt;br /&gt;171 Occiano, Salvador Justino E.&lt;br /&gt;172 Ogoy, Sherryl B.&lt;br /&gt;173 Olaño, Jan Lester O.&lt;br /&gt;174 Olmedo, Carissa Agnes L.&lt;br /&gt;175 Ong, Jacqueline L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;176 Oribello, Karina Grace P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177 Osorio, Jason H.&lt;br /&gt;178 Padilla, Ruthie Maye R.&lt;br /&gt;179 Padua, Ana Rosario N.&lt;br /&gt;180 Palafox, Vincent Patrick DJ.&lt;br /&gt;181 Pama, Val Eric S.&lt;br /&gt;182 Pampolina, Jonathan T.&lt;br /&gt;183 Paner, Linda Lucky Grace C.&lt;br /&gt;184 Panganiban, Ma. Lourdes M.&lt;br /&gt;185 Pangcog, Don Albert Giscard C.&lt;br /&gt;186 Pascua, Marie Antoinette V.&lt;br /&gt;187 Patag, Teodorico Javeir III P.&lt;br /&gt;188 Patalinghug, Jason C.&lt;br /&gt;189 Peña, Luigi Piccolo V.&lt;br /&gt;190 Peralta, Joel M.&lt;br /&gt;191 Perez, Ma. Kathryn Joy Q.&lt;br /&gt;192 Poquiz, Eduardo Jr. U.&lt;br /&gt;193 Quema, Kristine Joy A.&lt;br /&gt;194 Querol, Marah Victoria S.&lt;br /&gt;195 Quesada, Leah Glenda J.&lt;br /&gt;196 Quimson, Rhea Rogelia B.&lt;br /&gt;197 Quintos, Ronna Marie M.&lt;br /&gt;198 Quizon, Marilyn L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;199 Rabe, Mark Pepito J. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 Ramirez, Ramon Enrique B.&lt;br /&gt;201 Ramos, Robert Jr. M.&lt;br /&gt;202 Raymundo, Maria Vanessa S.&lt;br /&gt;203 Realo, Leo Marlon B.&lt;br /&gt;204 Reburiano, Rhea B.&lt;br /&gt;205 Recio, Paolo Gabriel C.&lt;br /&gt;206 Regis, Kristoffer Vince C.&lt;br /&gt;207 Reyes, Cristina Cecille M.&lt;br /&gt;208 Reyes, Joan Pauline C.&lt;br /&gt;209 Reyes, Ronces Anne S.&lt;br /&gt;210 Roca, Miguel Jr. E.&lt;br /&gt;211 Rodrigo, Jose Antonio M.&lt;br /&gt;212 Rosales, May Ann R.&lt;br /&gt;213 Rubio, Jenny Lind A.&lt;br /&gt;214 Sabado, Susan Phoebe R.&lt;br /&gt;215 Sabarre, Rino E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;216 Sabitsana, Clemens Angeli B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;217 Saldua, Cherry VI M.&lt;br /&gt;218 Sanchez, Marie Alexis Denise S.&lt;br /&gt;219 Santiago, Farah J.&lt;br /&gt;220 Santillan, Olive Joy G.&lt;br /&gt;221 Saqueton, Maria Cresenciana M.&lt;br /&gt;222 Seva, Farrah Mae R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;223 Sevilla, Heidi DR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;224 Sibal, Dinah N.&lt;br /&gt;225 Sibayan, Matthew G.&lt;br /&gt;226 Simbulan, Karen P.&lt;br /&gt;227 Singson, Leonardo A.&lt;br /&gt;228 Siwa, Elirene Cristess J.&lt;br /&gt;229 Solidon, Trina Joy A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;230 Sta. Maria, Odessa T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;231 Sumabat, Ver Angelo N.&lt;br /&gt;232 Sy, Alexis Jay L.&lt;br /&gt;233 Tagle, Sharon DC.&lt;br /&gt;234 Tan, Alan Jay Andrew O.&lt;br /&gt;235 Tan, Jose Mario Elino T.&lt;br /&gt;236 Teves, Eugene C.&lt;br /&gt;237 Tiaoqui, Mark Jose M.&lt;br /&gt;238 Timbol, Jennifer L.&lt;br /&gt;239 Tolentino, Alexander P.&lt;br /&gt;240 Tomboc, Gmeleen Faye B.&lt;br /&gt;241 Tormon, Alvin A.&lt;br /&gt;242 Torres, Anna Bianca L.&lt;br /&gt;243 Torres, Robert Jason L.&lt;br /&gt;244 Torres, Roda Romina D.&lt;br /&gt;245 Trinidad, Therese E.&lt;br /&gt;246 Uson, Celeste Joy R.&lt;br /&gt;247 Valencia, Portia Shirley V.&lt;br /&gt;248 Valenzuela, Cheryll Len M.&lt;br /&gt;249 Veloso, Alain Charles J.&lt;br /&gt;250 Veloso, Christine Antoinette M.&lt;br /&gt;251 Ver, Christian Francis C.&lt;br /&gt;252 Villaluz, Iris Ciela T.&lt;br /&gt;253 Villanueva, Antoinette G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;254 Villanueva, Maria Luisa L. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;255 Yap, Norman Brian P.&lt;br /&gt;256 Yuliong, Regan G.&lt;br /&gt;257 Zagala, Erwin Felino V.&lt;br /&gt;258 Zamora, Gemmalyn T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus si Joel Llanillo na nagkulang ng requirements kaya sa pending nakasama :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-7739252202199743740?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/7739252202199743740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=7739252202199743740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7739252202199743740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/7739252202199743740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/04/past-revisited.html' title='The Past Revisited :-)'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2516934847475598879</id><published>2007-04-06T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:50:09.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar exams'/><title type='text'>To Give Credit Where it is Due</title><content type='html'>I am so blessed to be one of those who made it through. But I'm not delusional to think that I made it because I'm smart or because I studied enough. I don't even think that I deserve to pass. I passed because God decreed it to be so. Now, if I can only find out why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord not only for making me pass the exams, I also thank Him for using extra-special people who would make sure that I would go through all four hellish Sundays, people who would pray for me and send me messages of encouragements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I thank them (in no particular order...kung sino lang ang ma-isip ko)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RhYuCawRKsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qNdCM3GJsT4/s1600-h/aping-api.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RhYuCawRKsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qNdCM3GJsT4/s200/aping-api.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050274651218979522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayoko na! Ayoko na! Maga-artista na lang ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I swore to Anj and Jaems that I don't want to do the exams anymore. They convinced me to finish the exams (nasimulan ko na daw. Sayang naman yung hotel, bayad na). It's psychological torture. I swear, the waiting period before and after taking the exams is much harder than the actual exams (well, except maybe for the Crim part. I was actually terrified that I'd get disqualified because of that part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks goes to:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leah&lt;/span&gt;, my roommate who helped calm my nerves and woke me up (kase di naman siya natulog)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt;, my Sanggumay roommate who kept reminding me (futilely) to start studying na&lt;br /&gt;-to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; who prayed for me and Leah&lt;br /&gt;-to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; who texted me constantly and kept me from going insane&lt;br /&gt;-to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaems&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anj&lt;/span&gt; who took special effort to be with me and bring me foodstuffs&lt;br /&gt;-to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sisses&lt;/span&gt;, who took care of my food and my tips, special mention to sis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; who read tips out loud on that one Sunday when we had to walk to DLSU; to LP &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; and Sis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kathy&lt;/span&gt; who I've asked stupid/hard questions that didn't appear in the exams; to sis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lobit&lt;/span&gt; who was the unbelievably efficient UP barops head; and to sis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharry&lt;/span&gt;, the Portian barops head who helped make my life easier (while making hers miserable)&lt;br /&gt;-to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seatmate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gracie&lt;/span&gt;, who shared this insane time with me and panicked with me&lt;br /&gt;-to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fellow barristers-sisses&lt;/span&gt;, who went insane with me inside the Traders Bus&lt;br /&gt;-to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom and dad&lt;/span&gt; who shelled out the big bucks so I can go check in the hotel, who prayed for me and gave their unwavering support, who dragged my @$$ to the emergency room when I got sick during the pre-week, and who drove us to the hotel and picked me up from the dorm without fail&lt;br /&gt;-to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brothers&lt;/span&gt; who texted me their support and said things they found too corny to say in person...hehe. mga maton talaga.&lt;br /&gt;-to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;churchmates&lt;/span&gt; and to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Alex&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deac. Rosie&lt;/span&gt;, and to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhena&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roxanne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rochelle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mheanne&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt; who prayed unceasingly for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right After the Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RhYuCKwRKrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/28A-l9w3i7U/s1600-h/barops10-336-x-252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RhYuCKwRKrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/28A-l9w3i7U/s200/barops10-336-x-252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050274646924012210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay, ang ganda ko. Ngayon lang ako pinagkaguluhan nang ganito!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sana nga lang may boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this pic from the &lt;a href="http://portia.exchange.ph/"&gt;Portia Website&lt;/a&gt;. I just got out of DLSU in this one after the fourth and final Sunday. Afterwards, I just had to call my mom to simply say that it is simply done (note: not done well or done using my best efforts. It was simply done). I think I was almost in tears during this time because the relief I felt was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;-My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sisses&lt;/span&gt; (again) and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP Law Community&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salubonged&lt;/span&gt; us barristers. We really, really felt the love&lt;br /&gt;-My fellow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barristers&lt;/span&gt;, especially those who waited for us dun sa may malaking puno sa loob ng DLSU. Grabe. It was such a special moment when we cheered for ourselves, we hugged, we cried, we took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaems&lt;/span&gt;, who really waited for us to finish so we could go out&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anj&lt;/span&gt;...sorry, sorry talaga, ang gulo-gulo ng isip namin&lt;br /&gt;-my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; who welcomed me back in open arms after a month of going AWOL&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marlon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel&lt;/span&gt; who took over my ministry for me&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhena&lt;/span&gt; who attempted to take over my teaching for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, after getting over the bar trauma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RhYuCKwRKqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OPaN-wG-j20/s1600-h/Photo+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RhYuCKwRKqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OPaN-wG-j20/s200/Photo+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050274646924012194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bar? Anong bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another big blessing for me was  that immediately after taking the bar exams, I immediately forgot about it, except for a few rough spots. It's totally out of character because I'm totally the sort of person who obsess over things that are out of my control. I thank God for the inner peace He gave me so I can at least pretend to function normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks goes to:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Det&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt; who prayed for my mental health&lt;br /&gt;-my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; who assured me na kahit anong mangyari, they'd support me&lt;br /&gt;-my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; for their continued prayer, special shout-out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwen&lt;/span&gt; who had a dream about me which she shared with me and gave me comfort&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seatmate&lt;/span&gt; who went insane with me&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leah&lt;/span&gt; who shared her office with me on that fateful/faithful night&lt;br /&gt;-my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;officemates&lt;/span&gt; who comforted me and stayed with me to wait for the results&lt;br /&gt;-my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt; who was the first to text the result of the exams and who went back to manila (nasa QC Circle na s'ya) just to treat us in a celebratory dinner.&lt;br /&gt;-my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; who made me kulit on that faithful day na lalabas na ang results&lt;br /&gt;-those who shook my hand and congratulated me and made me feel special. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami ko pang dapat pasalamatan, if I missed your name, I'm sorry but I tried to block the experience out from my mind. Pero thank you. Thanks talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone said that I was magaling. That's not true. The reason I did it was because of the Lord and the persons He used to touch my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, I'm sorry bru. I was looking forward to sharing this special moment with you, kaya lang God has other plans. I just hope I could be as big a blessing to you on September as the people above were to me. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2516934847475598879?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2516934847475598879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2516934847475598879' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2516934847475598879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2516934847475598879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/04/survivor.html' title='To Give Credit Where it is Due'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RhYuCawRKsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qNdCM3GJsT4/s72-c/aping-api.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-5917570774159305668</id><published>2007-03-18T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:05:54.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i swear my family&apos;s normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>First Family</title><content type='html'>Nope, I'm not holding a toy. Meet the newest addition to our family, Koko Crunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rf6GJFoKj-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JEXYnrZk08c/s1600-h/Photo+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rf6GJFoKj-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JEXYnrZk08c/s320/Photo+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043616123389120482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Photo taken using my webcam&lt;br /&gt;03.17.07&lt;br /&gt;PY Church&lt;br /&gt;[Actually, his real name's Crunch, pero hirap bigkasin ni inang 'yun chaka lahat kame puro 'K' ang start ng name, kaya dapat s'ya rin. hehe.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kyd had his HS graduation ceremony yesterday night. We had dinner at Congo Grill, El Pueblo afterwards. Syemps, ang dami na naman naming quotable quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pabalot mo 'yung pancit. Uwi natin kay manang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ok. (To waiter) Doggy-bag please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi sa aso 'yan...kay manang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *      *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes! Pwet! Woo-hoo! (before spearing said  chicken part&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *      *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;noticing that the waiter assigned to our table was wearing a safari hat and was tan but chinito looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Kuya Kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-5917570774159305668?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/5917570774159305668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=5917570774159305668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5917570774159305668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5917570774159305668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-family.html' title='First Family'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/Rf6GJFoKj-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JEXYnrZk08c/s72-c/Photo+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-1002713523617261520</id><published>2007-03-15T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:48:30.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Based on True Stories II</title><content type='html'>My mom and I were at the basement parking of the mall on our way out to pick-up Kyd. I handed my mom the packages I was holding so that I would have a free hand to root in my bag to get the car keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy, 'di ko makita 'yung susi sa loob ng bag ko. Paki pa-ring naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He! Kala mo ko maloloko mo ko. Ang dami ko kayang dala, pa'no ko mapapa-ring 'yung susi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;c&gt; x      x     x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I once told Nigel that chivalry is dead and that no guy in this day and age would give up his seat for a senior citizen/woman/child. He immediately corrected me that it's not dead because he always gives gives up his seat in the LRT trains in favor of women/children/lolos. Ok, so chivalry is not dead, but it's a dying breed. Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1, in one of the LRT 1 trains without airconditioning: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss, upo ka na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2, who is Guy 1's friend, seated beside him: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O, pare, ba't tumayo ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; x      x     x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is very dignified, a very respectable person, but I swear, he has a killer sense of humor. One day, I was inside his office wherein he was correcting my report. A fruit fly flew past my face, which I waved off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, eyes on the report he was reading, without looking at me, deadpan: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Pag lumipad ulit malapit sa 'yo, paki patay na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; x      x     x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More office humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I recently found out na puede pa lang mag-breed and tiger at lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lawyer 1&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Talaga? Anong tawag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;K&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Liger 'ata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lawyer 2&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Ano'ng hitsura? May spots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; x      x     x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one's cheating, because I watched it on American Idol, but what can I say, I absolutely love Simon Cowell and Ryan Seacrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;R: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the hardest thing about American Idol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda Do0little (who I *heart* very much): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon, any advice on the high heels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You would know, Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stay away from my closet, Simon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then get out of it, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love the UST between those two? But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and me, Simon, not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RflTJ1oKj9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/z_5636rGoos/s1600-h/082806_240X320_seacrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RflTJ1oKj9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/z_5636rGoos/s320/082806_240X320_seacrest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042152686297452498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo taken from http://img.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2006/emmys/082806_240X320_seacrest.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-1002713523617261520?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/1002713523617261520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=1002713523617261520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1002713523617261520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/1002713523617261520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/03/based-on-true-stories-ii.html' title='Based on True Stories II'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AiqehcfGfSw/RflTJ1oKj9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/z_5636rGoos/s72-c/082806_240X320_seacrest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-9154407012266629222</id><published>2007-03-13T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:16:03.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iris'/><title type='text'>Mama...Mia</title><content type='html'>I was looking around my friends' blogs when I saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="395"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="vidurl=http://images.morksy.multiply.com/content/movie/morksy:video:5/morksy/5.flv/5Bg3UgK56IIq7vMN8ZqUsw/flash&amp;vidlength=34&amp;numericid=5&amp;userid=morksy&amp;baseurl=http://karinsky.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="395" FLASHVARS="vidurl=http://images.morksy.multiply.com/content/movie/morksy:video:5/morksy/5.flv/5Bg3UgK56IIq7vMN8ZqUsw/flash&amp;vidlength=34&amp;numericid=5&amp;userid=morksy&amp;baseurl=http://karinsky.multiply.com" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of my own &lt;u&gt;ticking&lt;/u&gt; biological clock. hay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-9154407012266629222?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/9154407012266629222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=9154407012266629222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/9154407012266629222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/9154407012266629222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/03/mamamia.html' title='Mama...Mia'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-6197710954148844416</id><published>2007-03-11T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:09:52.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bb. Pilipinas'/><title type='text'>Reflected Glory</title><content type='html'>The reigning Bb. Pilipinas-Universe e-mailed me (read as: our sorority yahoogroup) this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Sisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I really felt (and still feel) the love and support from each and every one of you! Thanks to all the sisses who wished me luck beforehand, those who prayed with me, those who stayed up late to watch it on TV, those who texted and called, and most specially to those who took time out to watch and cheer! I'm glad to have made all of you and our sorority proud. Talagang magaganda ang mga Portians (inside and out)! 2007 is starting out to be such a great year for us, with sisses winning in both college and university elections also. I hope that you'll continue your support until the Miss Universe pageant, which will be on May 29 in Mexico City. Calling out to all the sisses who are based there or nearby! It would be great to see you in Mexico this summer. :) If you can tell friends in the area to watch, good din yun. Masarap rumampa pag maraming friendly faces cheering you on! My family plans to watch also and I'm trying to solicit funds for their tickets&lt;br /&gt;so sa mga galante *hehehe* contributions are welcome. :P Again, thanks to everyone! God willing, we'll bring home another crown come May 2007. MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa Licaros&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a moment and bask in reflected glory...haha! I personally know an actual celebrity who, for once, also knows who I am! Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-6197710954148844416?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/6197710954148844416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=6197710954148844416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6197710954148844416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/6197710954148844416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/03/reflected-glory.html' title='Reflected Glory'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2297890992211270791</id><published>2007-03-07T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:19:54.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election 2007'/><title type='text'>Train at the End of the Tunnel</title><content type='html'>I just read &lt;a href="http://morksy.multiply.com/"&gt;Iris&lt;/a&gt;'s post about the elections... then I read this e-mail from &lt;a href="http://nikagubz.multiply.com/"&gt;Monik&lt;/a&gt;. I read it before, but I'm putting it here for posterity's sake. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;How God Made the Philippines &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in the kingdom of Heaven , God was missing for six days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Michael the Archangel found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired of God, "Where have you been?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put Life on it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a great place of balance." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Balance?" inquired Michael, still confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God explained, ""For example, Sourthern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth, but cold and harsh while pointing to different parts of earth.  Northern Europe is going to be poor but sunny and pleasant." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have made some lands abundant in water and other lands parched deserts." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This one will be extremely hot, while this one will be very cold and covered in ice." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a group of Islands and said, "What are those?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah," said God. "That's the Philippines , the most glorious place on earth. There are beautiful beaches, rivers, mountains and forests. The people from the Philippines are going to be handsome, modest, intelligent and humorous and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking and high achieving and they will be known throughout the world as carriers of peace and love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed, "What about balance, God? You said there would be balance." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the idiots I designated as their leaders." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2297890992211270791?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2297890992211270791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2297890992211270791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2297890992211270791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2297890992211270791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/03/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Train at the End of the Tunnel'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-5034043842123454182</id><published>2007-03-04T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:21:22.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bb. Pilipinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Text'/><title type='text'>Bb. Pilipinas</title><content type='html'>Joan M. reminded me na Bb. Pilipinas na a while ago. Buti na lang kase it totally slipped my mind. I don't usually watch it, opting to read about the results when it hits the newspaper instead. But for this year, my sorority sis, sis Tere Licaros, is one of the contenders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Q&amp;A was a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Judge (I think it's Precious Lara Q.): If you win the crown tonight, what would you not do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: I will not eat too much so that I can maintain my figure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my bet who answered her Q&amp;A very very wittily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Host (Raymond Guttierez): I heard you're a law student. Why did you choose to join Bb. Pilipinas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis Tere: Why can't I have both? Law students can do anything they put their minds into and excell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: If you were to choose, love life or the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis Tere: The crown, because it would put me in a better position to serve. And I'm sure that when I come back, my love life would be there, waiting. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the middle of the Q&amp;A, I received this text message from sis Jill Santos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All Portians: Sis TERE LICAROS won the Miss Universe crown! So proud of her! She truly exemplifies an exellent and beautiful Portian. Yey!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder. She's not only pretty, she's very, very intelligent as well. She has a summa cum laude standing. &lt;br /&gt;I texted Joan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;K: Have you heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Yup, grabe grabe grabe! Sa pilipinas na ulit ang ms universe crown! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Loka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Hindi noh! Nakikita ko na =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Ganun ba? Parang today, the Philippines, tomorrow, the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Hahaha. True! Grabe na talaga toh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo! Congrats Sis Tere! Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-5034043842123454182?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/5034043842123454182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=5034043842123454182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5034043842123454182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/5034043842123454182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/03/bb-pilipinas.html' title='Bb. Pilipinas'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-2956906861190222010</id><published>2007-02-10T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:34:47.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life definitely has its moments'/><title type='text'>Based on True Stories</title><content type='html'>Khay (mouthing): Bukas yung zipper mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother (who was on-stage discussing something before a crowd): Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K (from the crowd, making zipping motions and mouthing): Zipper! Bukas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Ha? Di kita marinig. Ilakas mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churchmate (standing beside B, went to him, covered her mouth and whispered): Isarado mo daw yung zipper mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B (directly to the mike): A, bukas zipper ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khay and same (homophobic) brother watching TV about pole-dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay instructor, on TV: First you grab the upper part of the pole with both hands, holding it like you would a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother, in patent disgust: Grabe, bading na bading. Fit na sando  at cycling shorts with red boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay instructor (while demonstrating): Then sandwich the pole between your thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, snorting: Oo, i-sandwich ‘yung pole. Egg sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khay laughs uncontrollably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LRT Operator: ‘Yung mga hindi na po makakasakay, next train na lang po. Mas maluwag dun…Chaka mas malamig. Wala kasing aircon dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I hope I won’t get in trouble with my boss for posting the following two entries ☺)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer 1: Your Honor, we don’t see the point of all this parading of witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer 2, deadpan: If my esteemed colleague cannot see the point of this, then, we commiserate with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer, being asked to comment on the pleading filed by the other party: It is to our thought… It is to our thought, a mere afterthought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-2956906861190222010?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/2956906861190222010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=2956906861190222010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2956906861190222010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/2956906861190222010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/02/based-on-true-stories.html' title='Based on True Stories'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-3034192691584640874</id><published>2007-01-24T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:20:55.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiked'/><title type='text'>Certified Spikecoholic...and Proud of it.</title><content type='html'>A cousin of mine cannot believe that I'm still on the Spike-ship (she on the other hand, have gotten over her Angel thingy). This vid captures in a nutshell why I still lurve the blonde menace. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XUuWQdv9QzU' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XUuWQdv9QzU'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-3034192691584640874?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/3034192691584640874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=3034192691584640874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/3034192691584640874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/3034192691584640874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/01/spike-movie-trailer-lame.html' title='Certified Spikecoholic...and Proud of it.'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116905017914679023</id><published>2007-01-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:09:39.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Assessment</title><content type='html'>Wow! I finally made it to the 'create' section of blogger. First, I can't access blogspot at all. Then, I can see my blog, but I can't sign-in. Then, I can sign-in but I can't go to the posting section. But after all that, I can finally compose a post! I'm crossing my fingers that this post can actually be posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since this is my first post in 2007 and in a few days, i'll be entering my quarter-life crisis, this is my self-assessment for the year that was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/1600/735195/catwoman_ani04_Whip2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/320/823059/catwoman_ani04_Whip2.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Khay's been Naughty in 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;(and needs to be spanked) ^_~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116905017914679023?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116905017914679023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116905017914679023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116905017914679023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116905017914679023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2007/01/self-assessment.html' title='Self-Assessment'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116754698448884219</id><published>2006-12-31T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T15:13:22.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad to the Bone</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or are Yahoo and Blogger been acting really, really weird for the past few days? Or is it PLDT DSL? Anyhow, I can't properly access my stuff. It takes so long to upload! Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would probably be my last post for the year! Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was really challenging for me. Ang daming nangyari. I became the local youth president, I graduated, I took the bar, I job-hunted, I was interviewed for jobs, I got a job, I got my first paycheck...I grew up a little bit (and I mean that in the metaphorical sense. Greatest frustration ko pa rin ang pagiging disqualified sa pagsali sa Bb. Pilipinas dahil kulang ako sa height ^_^ ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was really, really touched by a lot of people, especially nung bar season. So, thank you, guys! Aywubyu! Mwah! Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the 2nd season of House, M.D. last night. The season was great in general, the season-ender was exceptional, but predictably ended in a cliffhanger. Can't wait to see season three...but first, I have to go through the Monk DVD my officemate lent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the office...I resolve to behave myself in the office come 2007. Wala nang spider solitaire, free cell at zuma. c'',)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2007! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116754698448884219?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116754698448884219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116754698448884219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116754698448884219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116754698448884219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-to-bone.html' title='Bad to the Bone'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116711900290263635</id><published>2006-12-26T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:44:31.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>A text message from iris: From my doctor-Hi, mommy. Possible home na po on december 29. Baby growing na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just LOVE Christmas and the optimism it brings? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/1600/218338/Dec18s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/320/516055/Dec18s.jpg" border="0"&lt;m alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mishka Andrea Camacho&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116711900290263635?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116711900290263635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116711900290263635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116711900290263635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116711900290263635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116711706921673752</id><published>2006-12-26T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:14:02.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Holiday!</title><content type='html'>If there's one word to describe our Church's Christmas Cantata, it's 'Wow.' It was a truly blessed event. And their finale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xx-ntQ4UzLU"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xx-ntQ4UzLU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;PY IRM Christmas Cantata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;12.23.06&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;PY IRM Church&lt;/center&gt;&lt;centervid taken="" by="" khay="" using="" her="" brother="" s="" nokia="" series="" camera="" phones=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty impressive considering it was done by 11 to 19 year olds. Inang, for the life of her, couldn't figure out how they did it. Magic daw ba iyon? Byron &amp; Jerome, idol ko talaga ang mga hands n'yo. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centervid&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun at our annual del Rosario family Christmas reunion. :-) But I felt na the event made me stop and take notice of my ticking biological clock. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/1600/761684/DSC03229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; display: block; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/320/649005/DSC03229.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Khay &amp; Meek&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/1600/452467/DSC05927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/320/826188/DSC05927.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ninang Khay &amp; Clarice&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I felt the desire to have kids until one brat came up to me and said, 'Ang pangit ng regalo mo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Made me rethink the concept of having kids. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures &lt;a href="http://karinsky.multiply.com/photos/album/1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and even more &lt;a href="http://asia.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/its_khay/album?.dir=/9d69scd"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116711706921673752?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116711706921673752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116711706921673752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116711706921673752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116711706921673752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-this-holiday.html' title='I Love This Holiday!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116681764213543110</id><published>2006-12-23T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:22:58.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains of thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last posted. I think it's because I'm still adjusting. My bed time lately's been around nine in the evening. I wake up at six. I'm slowly getting over my dread of riding a train. I can now ride the old rickety elevator at night by myself.  Manila doesn't frighten me as much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Khay's [finally] growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that stage of my life was over. Pero hindi pa pala. Nakita ko lang yng pictures n'ya over the net, bumalik na naman 'yung dati kong feelings. Akala ko, wala na yun. Hay. Ayoko nang mag-selos. Stop na. Walang mabuting kakahinatnatan yun. As in. Wala talaga. And I have nothing to feel jealous about. I am so much blessed. At wala naman akong dapat ipagselos. Hay. Hirap talaga 'pag feelings ang pinag-usapan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: You're quitting work na pala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Yup. I need to rest e. I was feeling bad lately, pero nung nagpa-check-up ako, wala naman silang nakita. I finally figured out na it's most probably because of stress na nahimatay ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: OK. Baka naman it's God's way of telling you na, 'Anak, it's time to get married na.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: 'Di pa siguro. Alam naman N'ya na takot ako sa sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D [sorry, dear. If you were expecting me to calm your fears, wala kang mahihita sa akin].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first paycheck last week. I learned how hard it is to earn money, how easy it is to spend it, and it's soo much easier to spend someone else's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to [belatedly] welcome to this world my newest pamangkin, and most probably future inaanak, mia! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/1600/810289/Dec18s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/320/478426/Dec18s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo stolen from http://nonstandardized.com/alteregos/uploads/Dec18s.jpg &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray for her immediate release from the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116681764213543110?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116681764213543110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116681764213543110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116681764213543110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116681764213543110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/12/trains-of-thoughts.html' title='Trains of thoughts'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116273987227205572</id><published>2006-11-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:17:52.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;cookout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/QaNxM2PZaKY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/QaNxM2PZaKY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Vid taken by Iris in Tito Ravi and Tita Cory's backyard. November 1 was fun. Tito Sonny experimenting on how to cook an allegedly yellow-fin tuna was hilarious. Hay. Iba talaga ang bonding kapag may pagkain. Can't wait 'til Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116273987227205572?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116273987227205572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116273987227205572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116273987227205572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116273987227205572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/11/cookout-vid-taken-by-iris-in-tito-ravi.html' title=''/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116221932428696996</id><published>2006-10-30T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:42:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Funk</title><content type='html'>I am sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark you calendars (I've already marked mine), it's my first official day of work. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years, I finally attended a flag ceremony again. It was pretty fun. I now know that the Court of Appeals has its own hymn, sung by its very own choir, with its own CD! I promised myself that I'd record them next flag ceremony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning researching, and the afternoon doing nothing. I was kinda hoping that my seatmate would be working with me there, but I found out kanina na it wasn't meant to be. The people there were super nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A law firm called me kanina, offering a job, but I turned them down. They're offering a larger compensation, kaya lang, sa Ortigas pa kase sya. So that means that I have to wake up earlier, and most probably get home later. And then there's the stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a Batman, the Animated Series Episode, the one where they introduced The Riddler. In that episode, there was a businessman who fired his toy designer, E. Nigma, after stealing all of Nigma's design. The businessman got super rich, and E. Nigma got super mad, bringing forth his alter-ego, The Riddler. R kindpped and tried to hurt the businessman, but Bats saved the day. In the end, Batman defeated R but R got away. The businessman was unpunished. Robin complained that it was so unfair that the businessman still got his money. But Bats closed the episode with these words, &lt;i&gt; "(he may have his money, but) riddle me this, how much is a good night's sleep is worth?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/batmantaslegendmenu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/batmantaslegendmenu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo from www.filmposters.com.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, who says you can't learn anything from cartoons. I just based a major life decision on Batman's voice in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I must be more tired than I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116221932428696996?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116221932428696996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116221932428696996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116221932428696996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116221932428696996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-day-funk.html' title='First Day Funk'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116118832929211672</id><published>2006-10-27T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:37:48.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent Woman</title><content type='html'>I'm ashamed of it, but I can now freely admit it. Years and years of having a daddy at my beck and call, an overprotective mommy, and a car to drive around have spoiled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived such a cloistered life (like a virgin locked in a nunnery).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a new woman now (yeah, how sad at 24, but hey! Better late than never).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going around Manila for a few days now, riding the LRT alone, asking for directions, looking stupid and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm having the time of my life! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a few days, I'd officially start work (which I'm praying that I would enjoy). After four years of law school, I'd be writing for a living. It's what I've always dreamed of (yeah, right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few months, who knows, I might have the right stuff to be called a genuine &lt;i&gt;'Manila Girl.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. On to the requisite quiz per entry (just to have pictures!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt; &lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28% Girly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a pretty hardcore tomboy, and a very free spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Gender roles be dammed, you like to do things your way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116118832929211672?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116118832929211672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116118832929211672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116118832929211672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116118832929211672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/independent-woman.html' title='Independent Woman'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116118859005743793</id><published>2006-10-26T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:08:09.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>I got the job! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord! Thanks din sa lahat ng nag-pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is fill-out this huge mountain of paperworks, and I'll be all set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Modern Bombshell are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Most Like Liv Tyler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatmodernbombshellareyoumostlikequiz/liv.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don't want to spend so much time obsessing about myself.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatmodernbombshellareyoumostlikequiz/"&gt;What Modern Bombshell Are You Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;i&gt;I've been cheated! Sabi nung ad: which &lt;u&gt;blond&lt;/u&gt; bombshell are you? She's not even blond! What's the point of being a bonbshell if you can't even be blond? I demand a recount!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116118859005743793?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116118859005743793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116118859005743793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116118859005743793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116118859005743793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116173664472833877</id><published>2006-10-25T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T08:38:53.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishin' and Hopin'</title><content type='html'>I'm due to the CA this afternoon for my second interview. My Seatmate told me na baka may offer na. Sana nga. I decided yesterday that if the Justice G. offers me a spot, i would accept it na. Although mas mababa ang sweldo, I feel na there's less stress there. Super relaxed naman ang atmosphere nila nung nag-exam ako. Bahala na si Lord sa next few years. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case hindi ako matanggap, I have to be in Ortigas at 6pm for another interview. Super tinatamad nga akong pumunta dun kase nag-start na sila ng interviews waaaay before the bar. Tapos isa lang yung kukunin nila. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/barops10-336-x-252.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/barops10-336-x-252.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stolen from the Portia Website. Khay and the Sisses right after the Fourth and Final Sunday of Doom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm going to have lunch with my bronzed seatmate later. Yey! See you, seatmate. Update your blog, ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116173664472833877?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116173664472833877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116173664472833877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116173664472833877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116173664472833877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/wishin-and-hopin.html' title='Wishin&apos; and Hopin&apos;'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116118830991181252</id><published>2006-10-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:29:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waah!</title><content type='html'>I think the only thing worse than driving in Manila is riding a jeep in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raving this afternoon because I finally finished my written exam in the CA. Pero I have to go to Project 2 to meet Jed and Det so we could go to Church together. Walang FX na Manila-Project 2 (at least, sa 15 mins na pag-aabang ko, walang dumating). So, nag-jeep ako. Grabe. Kapag nakahinto o mabagal ang takbo ng jeep, hindi ako makahinga dahil sa polusyon. Kapag mabilis naman ang takbo, para kang nakasakay sa Roller Coaster na walang suot na safety belt. Nalito tuloy ako kung ano ang gusto ko, kung mabagal na mausok o mabilis na nakamamatay. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think, 2 oras akong nasa jeep! Waah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Sisters Are Beyonce and Solange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/celebsistersquiz/knowles-sisters.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented, sexy, and sassy.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a star quality that everyone notices&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/celebsistersquiz/"&gt;Who Are Your Celebrity Sisters?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? I don't know the point of the quiz above. I don't get it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116118830991181252?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116118830991181252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116118830991181252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116118830991181252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116118830991181252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/waah.html' title='Waah!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-115998522455034816</id><published>2006-10-13T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:42:26.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a weee bit disturbing...</title><content type='html'>i just noticed...its friday d 13th,not that im superstitious or anything,but,well,it is friday d 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; ahem.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,you just got to LUV technology.i had another job interview 2day (my 3rd).currently,im in d office lounge,waiting for my sorority sis,reena,to finish her interview.and im writing out this entry via quickword in my phone. that's also d reason for my funky formatting. and joy! all i have to do is bluetooth it to my beloved laptop,CaHill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.i name my computer. y? 'cause my cousin,iris,said that it must be so...therefore it is so. i forgot what she named her laptop, but a friend of hers named his laptop 'lapytopy'. original, i know. not that i have standing to criticize his name choice, since i merely named my laptop after my latest hollywood crush...but lapytopy?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;reena walks out of the conference room, I stop typing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, I'm now at home, encoding at my computer. I forgot the point I was trying to make earlier... I'm not entirely sure I do have a point. I think I was just writing to pass the time. So the time had passed. So there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on to the point of this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 47% Female, 53% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-115998522455034816?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/115998522455034816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=115998522455034816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115998522455034816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115998522455034816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-weee-bit-disturbing.html' title='This is a weee bit disturbing...'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-115998420357583603</id><published>2006-10-10T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:12:10.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Five Factor Personality Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sidenote, before i post the result of my consultations with my psychiatrist, Dr. Quizilla:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Leah, Reena, and I) went to the CA and the SC yesterday to submit our resumes. May isa nang nag-text sa amin from the CA. I will be interviewing today. Also, a firm called yesterday and wants to interview me on Thursday. Baka magka-interview rin ako on Friday. Tapos, on Monday, possible na sa SC naman ang punta ko. Yesterday afternoon was so productive. I also enjoyed myself. Oo, mahirap, pero mas masaya kaysa mag-hire ng messenger. Mas matipid p, sobra. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, to quote Cameron Diaz's song in My Best Friend's Wedding, &lt;i&gt; I just don't know what to do with myself.&lt;/i&gt; Wala pa akong carreer plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahala na si Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the personality profiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BFE9FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low extroversion. &lt;br /&gt;You are quiet and reserved in most social situations.&lt;br /&gt;A low key, laid back lifestyle is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to bond slowly, over time, with one or two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally good at balancing work and play.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for you to feel shaken, worried, or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;You often worry, and your worries prevent you from living life fully.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be emotionally reactive and moody. Your either flying very high or feeling very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-115998420357583603?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/115998420357583603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=115998420357583603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115998420357583603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115998420357583603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-five-factor-personality-profile.html' title='My Five Factor Personality Profile'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116013725512305453</id><published>2006-10-06T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:20:55.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeee!</title><content type='html'>I spent the whole day driving. Grabe sa Manila area. I would much rather go for long drives than for short drives in there. Parang tinataya mo ang buhay mo pag dun ka nagt-travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ok lang. After a hard day's work, we saw light at the end of the tunnel (which, thankfully, wasn't a train). We got our yearbooks! Yey! Congrats, Jong and team. Job well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/d-guballa%2C%20karina.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/d-guballa%2C%20karina.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116013725512305453?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116013725512305453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116013725512305453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116013725512305453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116013725512305453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/squeee.html' title='Squeee!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-115998467986267475</id><published>2006-10-06T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:28:28.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Evil Am I?</title><content type='html'>We were out job-hunting kanina. I was the designated driver, so I stayed in the car most of the time because of  the lack of parking places, or if we don't want to pay for the parking slots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to the CA to ask if there are vacancies. This is hearsay, mind you, because I was in the car, but my friends would have no reason to make this up. So my friends went to the personnel section of the CA to ask and they told me that the person there, a certain F, withheld the list and just wrote down a &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt; openings. Daya 'no? Di nya binigay  lahat. Piniliian na daw nya. Sabi ni T, gusto daw n'yang agawin yung listahan. Bakit naman daw kailangan piliian yung list. Sabi daw nung isang source (eto, double hearsay na) kase daw, sa mga friends and family nila yung pa-a-apply-an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Sa Pilipinas talaga. Kaya wala tayong asenso, e. Sa maliliit na bagay lang, di na tayo mapagkatiwalaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga kapwa ko naghahanap ng trabaho, maraming opening sa CA.  Puede na wag na kayong pumunta sa personnel. Wala kayong aasahan dun. Isa-isahin n'yo na yung mga opisina ng Justices. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-115998467986267475?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/115998467986267475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=115998467986267475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115998467986267475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115998467986267475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-evil-am-i.html' title='How Evil Am I?'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-116002850761647616</id><published>2006-10-05T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:06:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late-Bloomer</title><content type='html'>I never watched even one episode of Smallville, because frankly, Superman never did it for me. I've always been, and always will be, Batman's fangirl (at least, when it comes to DC. Marvel's a different thing entirely). Plus, iniiwasan ko talaga ang mga angst-drama. Gusto ko, mga brainless fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I had always been fascinated by Spike and the man behind the character, James Marsters. So, taking advantage of my "free" time (which I should have been devoting to writing resumes), and our newly-connected broadband Internet, I Googled him, searching for pictures of James as Braniac. I swear, James is such a talented actor. Even in pictures, I cannot see even a smidgeon of Spike in Professor Milton Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/james_marsters_brainiac07.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/james_marsters_brainiac07.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? That's not Spike. That's not exactly how I imagined braniac would be (I thought he would be at the very least greenish...and maybe android looking. Not that I'm complaining the Yummy!Prof look. He can tutor me at any time)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inadvertently, I found another reason to start watching Smallville...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/sneeze3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/sneeze3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the Green Arrow aka Oliver Queen. He's a non-Meta, just like Batman. Well, he's pretty much just like Batman, except that instead of the Utility Belt and the Bat-insert-name-of-gadget-here, he pretty much uses bow and arrows. He's got ALL sorts of arrows. He even has his very own Robin, his sidekick/partner whose name escapes me at the moment. But I digress. Isn't he so yummy? The reason I like Animated!Green Arrow (from the Justice League Unlimited Animated Series) is that, aside from he's so much like Batman they could be twins, he's so witty. His quips absolutely make my day. For instance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jlu Double Date Part C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/RMuX-f6EyXg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/RMuX-f6EyXg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero itong Green Arrow na ito, kahit wag na s'yang magsalita, kuntento na ko. Squeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, therefore, I resolve to borrow all of Det's Smallville DVDs and immerse myself in the perfection that is James and Oliver. =) And Clark/Tom Wellington ain't half-bad either. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/smallville-poster02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/smallville-poster02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Braniac!James!'s photos stolen from www.onlyjamesmarsters.com. Photos of Oliver Queen aka Green Arrow and the Actor portraying him lifted from another site that I lost. Will credit when found. Apologies to the photo's owner. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-116002850761647616?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/116002850761647616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=116002850761647616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116002850761647616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/116002850761647616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/late-bloomer.html' title='Late-Bloomer'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-115997943766225989</id><published>2006-10-05T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T15:05:37.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quotes</title><content type='html'>BoL Midweek Service, 10.04.06:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/bol-int.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/bol-int.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;"God would part the Red Sea, but we would have to cross it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/prayer-icons.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/prayer-icons.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;i&gt;"We work not because we have earthly masters, but because we want to please our Audience of one."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the two next quotes, names of the persons concerned have been withheld to protect their privacy (and their dignity, or lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nung nag-memessage sa BoL: &lt;i&gt;"Nambu-bully nang nambu-bully."&lt;/i&gt; Pero according sa version ng lola ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/DSC02710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/200/DSC02710.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ha? Nanghuhuli ng bubuli? Meron din palang bubuli sa Chronicles of Narnia."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about applying for a job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/DSC02426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/200/DSC02426.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Parang pºkpºk na approach. O-oo ako sa unang tatawag."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-115997943766225989?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/115997943766225989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=115997943766225989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115997943766225989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115997943766225989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/quotable-quotes.html' title='Quotable Quotes'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-115997767822063698</id><published>2006-10-04T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:45:04.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Try and keep up with my train of thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/eddiecahill_csiny_240_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/eddiecahill_csiny_240_005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the father of my future children, Eddie Cahill of CSI: NY. Since I don't see Spike on TV anymore, I need a new obsession...and he's it. I heard that Spike's alterego, James Marsters, is now in the latest season of Smallville as Braniac. But for some odd reason, I don't watch that show. Weird nga e. Dati kase, halos lahat ng imported shows ng Studio23 pinapatos ko. Hay. Epekto nga naman ng law school (&lt;i&gt;photo of the love of my life stolen from http://images.zap2it.com/20060210/eddiecahill_csiny_240_005.jpg)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of weird things, I find myself not so hooked on trashy novels anymore. I mean, I downloaded a lot of novels over limewire, bought some over ebay, and found some just hanging around my hard drive. Pero I found myself more interested in cyberloafing than anything else. Nagbabagong-buhay na ba ako? But this is one addiction I didn't want cured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, buhay. San kaya ako pupulitin in the next few months? I don't want to work yet. Gusto ko muna magsawa sa bahay, pero I need/want to earn money na. So, kailangang karirin ang paggawa ng resumes at cover letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-115997767822063698?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/115997767822063698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=115997767822063698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115997767822063698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115997767822063698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-115914448341801559</id><published>2006-09-25T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T08:44:43.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what now, brown cow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/mga%20kamay%20ni%20anj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/mga%20kamay%20ni%20anj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Taken in Room 1814, Traders Hotel, third bar Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo by Jaems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hands and camera phone courtesy of Anj. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Distraction, as always, provided by Leah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's done. The bar is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano na ang gagawin ko ngayon? My only marketable skill iss studying, and my mom won't allow me to study no more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-115914448341801559?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/115914448341801559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=115914448341801559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115914448341801559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115914448341801559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-what-now-brown-cow.html' title='So, what now, brown cow?'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-115854331680609832</id><published>2006-09-18T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T08:47:10.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andreana? Franco? Joaquin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to talk about the bar just yet. I'll do that when I'm good and ready (so malamang, wag na kayong umasa =) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris texted me the other day. She just had her ultrasound and the baby's ok and doing well (at least, as well as someone who has Iris for a mommy ;p ). She's five months (or 21 weeks. Apparently, that's how they tell the baby's age. First they give you the months, then they gave you the weeks. Go figure. Maybe I'll ask Det to explain later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got so excited. The three of us, Det, Iris, and I, are jokingly called the three old maids in our family. Well, ngayon, may baby na kame. Sixty percent sure na daw sila na girl yung baby. Sana girl. I have so much to teach her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here it is, Iris' baby's first pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/83/244341335_01941ebbd7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/83/244341335_01941ebbd7.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo stolen from Iris's Flickr account. =)&lt;/span&gt;&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/19559121-115854331680609832?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/115854331680609832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=115854331680609832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115854331680609832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115854331680609832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/09/andreana-franco-joaquin.html' title='Andreana? Franco? Joaquin?'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-115150095524183685</id><published>2006-06-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:22:35.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When's it MY turn???</title><content type='html'>When I was in nursery, I had a friend who went to school with. We always insisted to be seated together. However, before recess, we'd have gotten into a fight that would require the teacher's aide or Teacher Rose to seat (or is it "sit"?) us apart. But we'd always kiss and make up before dismissal. Then we'd go ride home together. Sometimes, I stay at her house. At other times, she'd stay at mine, depending on whose turn it is to pick us up. So the following day, we'd insist (again) on sitting side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. This happened everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last May 26, 2006, in the National Shrine of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, Makati, the little girl that I knew had began &lt;a href="http://carlojenny.blogspot.com"&gt;another journey in her life, this time with a good man by her side&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great ceremony. I admit to having almost cried when the bride's dad danced with the bride during the reception in The Loft, Rockwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint is that I was in the wash room when the bride and groom did their rounds with the &lt;a href="http://carlojenny.blogspot.com/2006/05/relatives-of-bride_30.html"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, Jenny Guerrero-Arriola. And if ever Carlo forgets how lucky he is to have a woman like you to spend the rest of his life with, I'm more than ready to remind him of that fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-115150095524183685?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/115150095524183685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=115150095524183685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115150095524183685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/115150095524183685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/06/whens-it-my-turn.html' title='When&apos;s it MY turn???'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114898043557858938</id><published>2006-05-30T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:13:55.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggy thingy</title><content type='html'>Stolen from an author who hooked me in the BM/WW ship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;2. In the Search box, type your birth month and day (but not year).&lt;br /&gt;3. List three events that happened on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;4. List two important birthdays and one interesting death.&lt;br /&gt;5. Post this in your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THREE EVENTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="1993" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1993"&gt;1993&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a title="Bill Clinton" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Clinton"&gt;Bill Clinton&lt;/a&gt; is inaugurated as the 42nd &lt;a title="President of the United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_United_States"&gt;President of the United States&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="1996" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1996"&gt;1996&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Yasser Arafat" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yasser_Arafat"&gt;Yasser Arafat&lt;/a&gt; is elected president of the &lt;a title="Palestinian Authority" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palestinian_Authority"&gt;Palestinian Authority&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="1997" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1997"&gt;1997&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Bill Clinton" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Clinton"&gt;Bill Clinton&lt;/a&gt; is inaugurated for a second term as &lt;a title="President of the United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_United_States"&gt;President of the United States&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BIRTHDAYS AND DEATH:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="1968" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1968"&gt;1968&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Melissa Rivers" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melissa_Rivers"&gt;Melissa Rivers&lt;/a&gt;, American reporter and actress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1969 - &lt;a title="Skeet Ulrich" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skeet_Ulrich"&gt;Skeet Ulrich&lt;/a&gt;, American actor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;+&lt;a title="1993" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1993"&gt;1993&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Audrey Hepburn" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audrey_Hepburn"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/a&gt;, Anglo-Dutch actress (b. &lt;a title="1929" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1929"&gt;1929&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-114898043557858938?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114898043557858938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114898043557858938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114898043557858938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114898043557858938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/05/bloggy-thingy.html' title='Bloggy thingy'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114897871584895324</id><published>2006-05-30T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:58:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless post</title><content type='html'>Random lyric of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Spongebob Squarepants)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Absorbent and yellow and porous is he.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Spongebob Squarepants)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If nautical nonsense is something you wish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Spongebob Squarepants)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then drop on 'em deck and blob like a fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Spongebob Squarepants)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Spongebob Squarepants)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Spongebob Squarepants)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spongebob...Squarepants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the saddest thing is I typed 'em lyrics from memory. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-114897871584895324?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114897871584895324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114897871584895324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114897871584895324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114897871584895324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/05/pointless-post.html' title='Pointless post'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114852867272993829</id><published>2006-05-25T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:57:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K on X3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Warning: Spoilers ahead. Proceed at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10 Things I wanna see (but didn't) in X3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. A more Marvel-esque plot. I mean, come on, people! I've read better fanfictions than what I watched last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Phoenix: You came to save them?&lt;br /&gt;Khay: No, what's to save? You already killed them all! Doi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. More Storm air time. I hated Storm of 1 and 2 but IHMO Halle Berry redeemed her role in the last installment. The hair says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. GAMBIT! I don't think they could go wrong with him. Who doesn't love the Cajun charmer (so I'm a shipper. Sue me.)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. An actual personality for Jean Grey/Phoenix. Or at the very least, less airtime for her. Who likes Ms. Grey anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;JG: I'm the mighty Phoenix, the most powerful mutant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; in this whole movie. I can destroy worlds with a single thought. So I'm just going to stand here and look pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The return of Nightcrawler and Lady Deathstrike. They're the redeeming characters of movie two. How come they didn't get brought back and Jean did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Recognizable mutants. I mean, are they from Marvel at all? Who's that one guy with the spikes on his face? Doyle from Angel? My suggestions: Emma Frost, Quicksilver, the Scarlet Witch, Destiny, or GAMBIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. More scenes with Wolverine and Storm. I just love the UST between them. Jean-Logan never did it for me, even in the comics. Or maybe it's just because I never did like Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Comic Bobby! He's fun. More Piotr "Collossus" Rasputin. He's hot. Also, more Mystique would've been nice (but not as Human!Raven).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. More fight scenes with Wolverine like the Wolverine-Mystique scenes and the Wolverine-Lady Deathstrike scenes in the previous installments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A cuter Multiple. I just can't reconcile the Multiple in the movie and the one in Evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I didn't like the movie that much. My recommendation: just buy the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of the infamous Joan Musico: sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-114852867272993829?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114852867272993829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114852867272993829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114852867272993829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114852867272993829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/05/k-on-x3.html' title='K on X3'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114732330876814508</id><published>2006-05-11T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:55:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Law and Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROF&lt;/strong&gt; (no less than three told us this): &lt;em&gt;There are only two law schools in the Philippines. The UP College of Law and others...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/c8f6scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/c8f6scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UP Law Graduation 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Film Center, UPD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo stolen from Jomi's Photo Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so this is us, celebrating because we had just graduated from the (allegedly) BEST (&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;one of&lt;/em&gt;) law school in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, why don't we make the numbers speak for itself (taken from a forward by a batchmate)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I) (g)ot the following information from the dean of the USC college of law. this is from a supreme court report given to the deans of the law schools(.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(T)he top 5 law schools in the 2005 bar exams (in terms of passing percentages) are the following(:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. (I)f only 1st takers are considered:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ateneo de Manila -- 89.36%&lt;br /&gt;2. USC -- 88.68%&lt;br /&gt;3. San Beda -- 83.78%&lt;br /&gt;4. Ateneo de Davao -- 81.82%&lt;br /&gt;4. UP -- 75.63%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. (I)f overall is considered (both 1st takers and repeaters):&lt;br /&gt;1. Ateneo de Manila -- 87.33%&lt;br /&gt;2. San Beda -- 81.18%&lt;br /&gt;3. USC -- 77.94%&lt;br /&gt;4. UP -- 73.28%&lt;br /&gt;5. Ateneo de Davao -- 68.09%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a passage from the Bible saying that the proud will be humbled. This is a very stronng reminder for me, I guess. Khay, be nice to the bar reviewees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-114732330876814508?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114732330876814508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114732330876814508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114732330876814508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114732330876814508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/05/up-law-and-others.html' title='UP Law and Others'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114725983229320593</id><published>2006-05-10T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:17:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Diwata ng Kadiliman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/aab8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/aab8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Courtesy of Dex's Cam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UPD University Grad 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just outside the Ampitheater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Nuff said.&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/19559121-114725983229320593?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114725983229320593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114725983229320593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114725983229320593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114725983229320593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/05/mga-diwata-ng-kadiliman.html' title='Mga Diwata ng Kadiliman'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114725961700005514</id><published>2006-05-10T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:19:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those things which you really, really want to post</title><content type='html'>i just _have_ to post this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J (offering her ex-blind date for me to date):&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hindi naman sa hindi s'ya masarap...hindi lang ako kumakain 'nun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K:&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;em&gt;eew&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J (in her attempt to clarify moments later):&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Parang kare-kare. Ayoko lang talaga sya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. To quote Ross of F*R*I*E*N*D*S; "&lt;em&gt;I honestly don't know if I'm hungry or horny."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-114725961700005514?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114725961700005514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114725961700005514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114725961700005514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114725961700005514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-of-those-things-which-you-really.html' title='One of those things which you really, really want to post'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114723899507946440</id><published>2006-05-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T13:29:55.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test of Innocence</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to resist the lure of free internet connection (sorry, Mommy/Jailguard Juno aka Des =) aral na ako by 2pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I received this in an email from a sis. It's super interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions&lt;/strong&gt;: TAKE A LOOK AT THE PICTURE. SO, WHAT DO YOU SEE? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/ShowLetter.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/ShowLetter.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You saw a couple in an intimate pose, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, research has shown that young children cannot identify the intimate couple because they do not have prior memory associated with such a scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they WILL see, however, are the nine dolphins in the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess we've already proven you're not a young innocent child. Now if it's hard for you to find the dolphins within 6 seconds, your mind is indeed corrupted, and you probably need help, you sicko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's help...look at the space between her right arm and her head, the tail is on her neck, follow it up. Look at her left hip, follow the shaded part down, it's another one, and on his shoulder..... see them now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...how did you fare? Sad to say that I didn't see the dolphins until I read the instructions. It must be all those trashy novels, di ba, seatmate? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-114723899507946440?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114723899507946440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114723899507946440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114723899507946440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114723899507946440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/05/test-of-innocence.html' title='Test of Innocence'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114714859440765388</id><published>2006-05-09T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:23:14.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Facelift</title><content type='html'>I'm using a new template. I liked the old one better but some people complain that sometimes, the words doesn't appear in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really happy with this new one, but I guess it would have to do for now...unless I get more computer savvy. Then again...maybe not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-114714859440765388?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114714859440765388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114714859440765388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114714859440765388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114714859440765388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/05/facelift.html' title='The Facelift'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114553689919403092</id><published>2006-04-20T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:41:39.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/red.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a passionate lover - you always have a huge fire in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's hard for you to be passionate about just one person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Outgoing and sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Drinks and dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both stable and intense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Honesty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-114553689919403092?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114553689919403092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114553689919403092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114553689919403092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114553689919403092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-heart-is-red-youre-passionate.html' title=''/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114553519291696559</id><published>2006-04-20T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:15:56.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do Halloween and the Philippine Flag have in common?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matching Type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instructions&lt;/em&gt;: Compare the photos below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exhibit 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/philippine%20flag.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/philippine%20flag.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some time in the not-so distant past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;When we were young...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and stupid...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we just didn't know any better.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3f UP Law Library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of Mr. Garth, Mr. Garth's phone, Jill Sab's Scanner, Juno's internet connection and email account, Summer's computer, and Leah's moral support).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/1600/dsc02115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2234/1938/320/dsc02115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February 3, &lt;em&gt;2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Student Lounge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(where we got really, really carried away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of Dex's camera, Juno's internet connection and the C2006 blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2006.blogs.friendster.com/photos/grad_peekchurs/dsc02115.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Btw, after a particularly insane episode with the OSec, OUR, and the Cashier's Office...It's Official! I'm finally graduating! Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congrats nga pala to Leah, Toni, Joan, Wanie, and Jomi for passing SLR! Yeba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-114553519291696559?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114553519291696559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114553519291696559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114553519291696559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114553519291696559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-do-halloween-and-philippine-flag.html' title='What do Halloween and the Philippine Flag have in common?'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19559121.post-114430435947642164</id><published>2006-04-06T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T14:33:24.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it's finally over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just checked my grades a while ago. SLR na lang ang hinihintay, sure na ako na g-grduate ako. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord sa four years na pagsama mo sa akin sa law school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2006.blogs.friendster.com/photos/grad_peekchurs/dsc02323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://c2006.blogs.friendster.com/photos/grad_peekchurs/dsc02323.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gracie Goddess, Sweet Leah, Juno Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Seatmate Toni, Khay Gorgeous, First Lady Joan&lt;br /&gt;February 3, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Students' Lounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ladies of C2006, we made it! Congrats sa inyo at see you sa bar review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19559121-114430435947642164?l=fluff4brains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/feeds/114430435947642164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19559121&amp;postID=114430435947642164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114430435947642164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19559121/posts/default/114430435947642164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluff4brains.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-believe-its-finally-over.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s finally over!'/><author><name>khay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16134916240842982192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2234/1938/200/713068/Photo%203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
