<?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-19343004</id><updated>2011-12-12T13:03:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicles of abcdefghijKLmnopqrstuvwxyz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-6198588244421236379</id><published>2010-12-28T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:35:30.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Whack at Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So how should I do this? It would be impossible to write about my 2010 without sounding emotional yet an overanalyzed tirade of "award shows"-like appreciation. It was just a rollercoaster of extreme events that happened one after another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINTER (JANUARY - FEBRUARY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year started with me flying to Vancouver to have a 10-day review and write the PEBC Evaluating Exam. This time also served as the trial that would have us warm up to each other for our future living situation. After writing the exam, the waitea group decided to ditch the usual shopping in the downtown experience (sorry ate kel) and decided to take our adventure to the next level by exploring the roads, lakes and mountains to see the wonderful Capilano bridge. Later that day, we flew back to Manila to start the grueling waiting period.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/capilano.jpg?t=1293578235" height="799" width="565"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUMMER (FEBRUARY- APRIL)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally the results came out and everything suddenly became a blur. A whirlwind of events from acquiring documents to saying goodbye to people who I will surely miss later that year to shopping for a new wardrobe, this months were pretty hectic. It started with 896** being &amp;lt;3 and continued to getting our medical exam and documents done. I went to Tarlac to spend a little quality time with my grandfather and aunt, capture the sweet moments I can have left with them and took them to their doctors. Weeks later, I went back only to vista verde only to find out my mom turned into a whole shopaholic monster when she got too happy swiping her cards buying me TOO MANY STUFF. I ended up leaving half of them. I then got sick because of the weather and had to stay home for a couple of weeks while maximizing my days left serving the media ministry in church. I actually had fun doing presentations for Holy Week events, going to mass everyday and just plain catching up with my faith. Of course kpop was not totally out of the story, Dimples had hooked me up with suju presscon passes and a backstage sneak peak. Lucky for me, the sneak peak happened because i couldn't go due to my grandfather being rushed to the ICU on Good Friday. We spent the night in the hospital going back on Black Saturday and doing the whole Easter Sunday/Salubong run while waiting for my titos and titas to drive my ever so strong lolo back to vista verde. One my highlights this season was my cousin and lolo Cito being flown from Surigao/Cagayan de Oro to bid goodbye to me. Yup first time to ever meet Valdex and considered ourselves tour guides for 2 weeks. Oh did I mention that my dad came to see me too? Yup, after a good 2 and a half weeks we had to send him off to the airport again. Coincidentally, Tita Ruby's flight to the Philippines (had to rush back to Mla just in case my gramps didn't make it) was on the same date. Finally, I had to say goodbye to my other gramps and Valdex and got my departure date a little later that week. And after 3 days I hopped on to a plane to Canada. But before that an impromptu despedida parties separate for the friends who were practically family, college/high school friends, family and catechetical/media ministries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/summer.jpg?t=1293578334" height="800" width="800"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPRING (APRIL- JUNE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it was time to explore new grounds! Toronto baby!! CPS I started. PJ, mickey and I flew together with the Zellers group (Liezel, Gail, Michella, Mai, Zsa-zsa) to find ourselves cutting it close to the start of classes. Extremely jet lagged, we dragged ourselves to class the next day. A week later, Master J, Sheng and Russ followed and days apart, Raema, Irish and Jaira arrived. And batch 17 was finally complete. So we stroll in on the first day and who do i find? It's ste and joy(!) with their new friend, ken. So for the next few months, we bonded over NI's, ME's and the scarcity of EE's on our role plays, bundles and bundles of slides to read with what became our best friends our TC! oh yes therapeutic choices when did you ever leave our side? =)) Despite the load, we were able to squeeze in a little fun in our lives, discovering our love for the diversity of our palate preference. oh yes, FOOD! Who wouldn't have taken advantage of what seemed to be the melting pot of cultures in Spadina. So korean restaurant after korean restaurant, our hearts fell in love for Ka Chi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/spring.png?t=1293578405" height="616" width="799"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUMMER &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;(JUNE- JULY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The terror of role playing ended in a breezy, summer day where we (+our new found friend, Jo) played with water and what seemed to be the promise of a good summer run. Then started the full blown, self tour of Ontario. I went from city to city, hopped on every bus, train, boat we could get our paws on, thinned the soles of our sneakers and burned a whole lot of calories strolling around town with my constant walking buddy, ken. Tugging along people who were game at joining the lengthy walks, it started with Wonderland celebrating canada day in harbourfront with jaira, joy, ste and mickey to center island the monday after, then crashed at raema's aunt's couch i proclaimed was my spot to the endless eat all you can's to visiting high park and strawberry picking in Niagara, to unionville the place for the elderly to the sunset in woodbine beach to ontario science center and back to center island to ontario's place, esplanade and the flatiron building in st lawrence market to that impromptu GO train trip to Hamilton, Vaughn mills to the barbeque at ate Glo's house to the Toronto pass tour seeing Royal Ontario Museum to CN tower to Casa Loma to four seasons theatre to watch Ms Saigon to Toronto Zoo and finally to Wonderland again this time with the people who were in hiatus in the states (Joy) or busy packing her things to move (Ste)! Oh yes, if that sounded like fun, you should have been there to experience THE&amp;nbsp; fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/summer2.png?t=1293578446" height="463" width="800"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FALL (JULY- OCTOBER)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the start of a new season indeed and new season means new set of emotions. I was starting to miss home as my birthday was nearing but this season started with CPS II that seemed to be going thrice as fast as CPS I went. Role playing became twice as intense as there were already real actors to deal with and a whole new concept of self care. August came and the fear of celebrating my first birthday away from home was creeping toward me. But it was all good as the eve of my birthday was celebrated with my family skyping/dancing/showing me my cake and ended with lighting sparklers, celebrating my love for planes by flying the paper ones and goofing around balloons with raema, mickey, irish, PJ, sheng and Ken at our backyard. The real birthday started with me going to church in one of the most peaceful cathedral's I've ever been to in my whole life (St. Michael's), eating a greek breakfast, running to school to finish my "wrong medication" role plays, ended with blowing the candles of my big mac and having possession of my FIRST EVER HAPPY MEAL. oh what a day which ended with sheng surprising mickey and I with an ice cream cake. As CPS II rolled, I got even more stressed and bored with my life so with my the little extra time I got from my school work, we either walked our feet off with the view of the skyline of toronto or mini-inukshuks or threw our frustrations off with pebbles. Of course exploring new cuisine never left our premises as joy, ste, ken and our new eating buddy, Kasin paraded through the streets looking for new dishes that would entice our taste buds. October meant it was time to say goodbye. As the waitea group was juggling between studying and packing, after a month of stress, we had enough of it and partied at Tita's house for our despedida/Raema's birthday party. It ended in a bittersweet note as we were glad to have had the Zellers people as our friends it was really hard to bid goodbye to them including the people we have met in our CPS class like Liang, Naoya and of course my "dad" in class Yaser. So after 5 hours in a plane with Chi, we were finally in Vancouver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/fall.png?t=1293578476" height="716" width="799"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINTER &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;(OCTOBER-DECEMBER)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a whole week of adapting to new environment and dealing with the little knowledge we have of interior design. November started which just meant one thing, MCQ's were days away. On the third and fourth of this month we sat through 8 hours for the written part of the "boards exam" of pharmacy in canada. Then we were suddenly free. And the overanalyzing, workaholic little freak that I am who can't deal with the nothingness to do, I got panic attacks. Thanks to the people here in surrey gardens, my family, and the people who have checked in on me through the internet whether it was skyping, yming or twittering (warning: name dropping as token of my appreciation) Thanks to Irish, Sheng, PJ, Clae, Cathe, Dimples, Monik, Kel, Doc Beegee, Anna May,&amp;nbsp; Raema, Mickey and Ken, I survived this whole panic episode until finally good news (for me) came about starting our volunteer work. So Save on Foods Willoughby #992 had no choice but to open their arms to me and feed my clueless brain and train me for i guess what you can call my future full time job. Days before christmas, we received bittersweet news about our results where it was just the most heartbreaking thing to wish for everyone else to have been in the same place as me. Celebrating christmas away from home has proved to be the most unconventional way to spend it. Of course for firsts, Tita Ruby sent me a package all the way from the states just to make sure I get something to open this yuletide season and I sent a package whose shipping was a whole lot more expensive than whatever was in it to the my parents and sister just so they could feel my presence for christmas. It was my first time to spend christmas in bed but for a good reason. After work, I went to the Tagalog Christmas Eve mass which was a total tearjerker especially after singing my favorite song "Ito ang araw". Then, I pulled an all nighter on christmas eve to talk to nacpil-ordona clan. All in all, both ends tried their best to bridge the gap through a skype-christmas party (thank God for technology!) [pwede na ba akong endorser ng skype]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/winter.png?t=1293578760" height="426" width="800"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so this year was a year of ties. Nope not neckties it just proved that friendship can go a long way if you ARE actually a long way from home. So the new found friends, need i still mention them? (Liezel, Gail, Michella, Mai, Zsa-zsa, Jaira, Master J, Russ and Donna, Ate Glo and Ate Jo, Joy and Ste&amp;nbsp; waitea people (paulit ulit!) you guys just enumerate yourselves here haha. oh fine fine Raema, Mickey, Sheng, Irish and PJ; to the friends who have missed me dearly (HAHA.) and to the friends who I have missed dearly too; to the friends who have been miles away from me and yet turned into family Nik, Dimples, Ikai, Bernice, Cathe, Ken and Clae; to my family (extended or immediate) especially to sam who i know misses me because of the lack of patron tequila nights and of course my sister who ALSO&amp;nbsp; keeps missing me and projects it by typing tear-jerking statuses over her facebook account and of course to God, I have all to thank for this blissful yet one heck of a year it was. And here's to 2011 where I hopefully get licensed and finish this calvary of getting pseudo-salaries, to having a way way better year and to more whacked adventures than 2010. cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19343004-6198588244421236379?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6198588244421236379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=6198588244421236379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6198588244421236379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6198588244421236379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-whack-at-year-2010.html' title='Take a Whack at Year 2010'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4366936582396382781</id><published>2010-11-08T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:50:24.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and open those brown gates and be greeted by my cats, ring the doorbell like crazy and sit on the white bench while waiting for someone to greet me at the doorstep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and kick off my shoes near the open door and leave them there knowing that i'd be scolded moments later for not putting it inside the shoe rack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and trod the few stairs that we have, go straight to my green room and plop myself unto my violet sheets, crack an Archie comics open while slowly feeling sleep come upon me, draw my heavy curtains so darkness could be cast into my already naturally dim-lit room. As my eyes slowly close, i want to tug my brown, tickly blanket until i cover my face. Hours later, I want to wake up to the familiar smell of snacks my mom would conjure up for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and go to down to the kitchen after my afternoon nap and wander around the stove, grab a bowl of soup on the side of whatever my mother cooked for me, go back to the clean kitchen and rummage our refrigerator for a sweet treat to go with my snack, trudge my way upstairs to the masters bedroom and flip through the channels knowing that I'd end up watching my routine shows, Ned Declassified, iCarly then Everybody loves Raymond.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and feel sick and tired of watching, go outside only to be greeted by Yuki incessantly rubbing his tiny head on my legs while I'm throwing pinches of hardened pan de sal at Juan, eyeing on Batcat's jealous eyes, and irritating Kyo by trying to touch his glorious and speckless mane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and walk in the garden, insulting my mother's row of blooming plants while in reality I've been marveling myself with them, watch them plant more flowering shrubs while eyeing on my evil cats who are simultaneously re- digging whatever they have dug up. I then want to get tired of playing outside and start demanding that I be fed once again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and place myself on my throne in the breakfast nook, ordering everyone around and then start eating without them, change the channel to disney and start laughing my dinner away. I then want to go back to the refrigerator and look for a sweet treat and a tall glass of cold water, drag my thin mattress to the master's carpet and lay in front of the tv. I want to turn on the laptop and chat with my friends while they tv is still on. I want to watch the reruns of Friends and the succeeding shows depending on what day it is until dawn and finally feel like getting some shut eye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and turn off the tv and bask in total darkness, scaring myself of the silhouettes of what I can make out of the trees outside the window, then deduce into overthinking every single thing I have seen or done that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and wake up at dawn and start walking to the church which is minutes away from our house, say mass, talk to the elderly and then walk home with my earphones plugged and the music on full blast. I then want to pass by all the houses i usually see and greet the people I know like superlolo or that guy who walks his three dogs every morning or Mrs. Camat who brags about her kids every single day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and smell the aroma of freshly baked pan de sal wafting through the doors of our house, take a bunch and eat them on the table of our secret garden. I then want to go back to the house to watch some early morning tv or go back to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go home and take out the decorations from the storage room, unload them and start hanging them around the house. I want to take out the miniature belen and find ways onto how we could make the illusion of a Star of Bethlehem pointing at the tiny baby Jesus. I want to hang the lace and lights all around the banisters, balusters and the bar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah, i guess i just want to go home and do this all over again. &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/19343004-4366936582396382781?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4366936582396382781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=4366936582396382781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4366936582396382781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4366936582396382781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to.html' title='i want to...'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4277457973144056467</id><published>2010-08-27T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:49:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dodgeball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;The aroma of bacon and eggs woke her up. It jolted her back to reality from the deep slumber she was in just minutes before. The bubble of her fantasy world that she once built in her sleep was immediately burst by the scent that wafted through crevices of her wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She stood up and hopped to the kitchen, eyeing on the plate that was filled with what she wanted. She knew what she wanted. "This for me?" she asked. "Uh-hmmm.." says the cook. She wolfed it down with great delight while staring at the back of the cook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She sank her teeth into the cinnamon toast and a sense of nostalgia rushed through her. She was back at her high school gym. She glanced at her side and saw that there was only one more person left. "Alice!" the boy called out and the girl at her side started walking up front. She saw the team she was walking towards to was frowning at her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was then zapped back to reality, in the kitchen and stared down at her breakfast, pushed it away and stared harder. She wanted someone to tell her that it was alright but the cook was busy rummaging through the cabinets.&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/19343004-4277457973144056467?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4277457973144056467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=4277457973144056467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4277457973144056467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4277457973144056467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2010/08/dodgeball.html' title='dodgeball'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5765899892406419355</id><published>2010-08-01T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:48:01.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little girl in a big chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a princess who loved decorating her castle. The time came when she had to fill her room with all the majestic fixtures she could ever want and have. She had all the lavish drapes, grand bed, antique study and the extravagant chandeliers money could buy. All was good until she looked around and realized something was missing! She did not have the proper reading chair. One that could be a little nook of her own. One where in she could get away from the world. So she took upon the task of looking for the perfect chair. She looked high and low and travelled great seas just to find this chair. Every single one she tried to sit on had their own characters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were the ones made of wood. Refreshing to sight, it reminded her of the times she would lay and play around in the woods. Some were rocking and some were stable. Some were hard and rough but some were smooth. She loved it, but something was not right. She knew it was not for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were the ones made of steel. Cold to touch, it warmed her after sitting on it for awhile. Some were modern and minimalist but some were vintage and chic. She loved it, but something was not right. She knew it was not for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were the ones made of stone. Elegant to taste, it satisfied her quench and passion for fashion. There were the intricately carved marbles and there were the slabs of stone made into benches. She loved it, but something was not right. She knew it was not for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, after being miles away from home, she found the perfect chair. Pleasing to sight, touch and satisfying to taste, she wanted this and had to have this particular chair. As she ran her fingers back and forth through the luxurious fabric, she wanted it more. She was completely enamored by the looks of it. She had to try to sit on it and when she did, she was immediately swallowed whole by the chair. She didn't want to leave it or get up from it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She absolutely loved it, but something was not right. She knew it was not for her. The owner would not sell for he did not need money. But he agreed to exchange it for strenuous physical and mental labour. So yes, it was not for her. Yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how this story ends or how it is supposed to end. Ask me in ten years?&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/19343004-5765899892406419355?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/5765899892406419355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=5765899892406419355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5765899892406419355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5765899892406419355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-girl-in-big-chair.html' title='little girl in a big chair'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-474561725320689928</id><published>2010-04-25T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:51:09.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicles of the jet lagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;every joint in my body is aching with all the carrying, walking and stressing over the limited foot space and still it isn't the worst thing i am feeling right now. I've always found myself to be self sufficient, and still i had yet to prove that i'm not fully worthy of this adjective. I feel so weak and regretful that I didn't hug my mom as much as I wanted to. And yes I am finally admitting to this because right now I feel like a fool- a fool who is a thousand miles away from her support group. And feel like crying but crying just makes me think I've given up to this hopeless situation I haven't even given a chance yet. I need something familiar, and no, bringing loads of clothes from the Philippines does not even touch the surface of enough. then I realized that it's because they're almost all new. No memories with these, never been worn or been glanced at for more than a minute or two. Clean Slate. Yes, this clean slate I have been given is a challenge I'm still wracking my brain to accept. Because in less than hour, we are going to make the rally of our lives trying to make decisions we will have to live on for the rest of our lives. or at least for the next 6 months. A priest once told me that it is up to a person to find his happiness in a certain place. Maybe it is because we haven't left the apartment yet or because since day one up to the last minute of our arrival here, we have already galloped through enough hoops for a lifetime that is making me feel so much more agitated. so, self sufficient? not yet, but i think i'll get there. give me a couple weeks more. &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/19343004-474561725320689928?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/474561725320689928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=474561725320689928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/474561725320689928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/474561725320689928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2010/04/chronicles-of-jet-lagged.html' title='chronicles of the jet lagged.'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8646049528222156671</id><published>2010-01-01T07:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:46:43.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this has probably been the most interesting I had yet. in 4 words the "best and worst year".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A lot has happened, changed, abolished and renewed. Last year's post was composed during my humdrum Dec 31 in the hospital moment and this year its all about home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How did it start? come to think of it, I can't remember what happened in the first quarter of 2009. my sister got her first permanent job in The Medical City.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="400" width="533" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/IMGP2666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00264.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;personally,nothing really significant except for finally quitting my crappy job and finally taking the plunge which my mom has so adamantly demanded. I honestly didn't think I would pass it. but God definitely moves in mysterious ways. and when it's His will, there is absolutely no way for us to defy His plan. so slacking didn't really help me achieve what &lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;wanted. (jan-mar 2009)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The start of the quarter was the start of recognizing the religious me. It was the first time i helped out with the summer catechism due to lack of manpower my mom's team had. &lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/summer6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/summer-catechism-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/summer-catechism-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess this was around the time I got a very important call, went for the interview, and finally "reviewed" for a series of exams [which by the way, doesn't seem to have an end to it.]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/PIC-0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Panic was definitely a theme this quarter because the English proficiency test date was announced two weeks before the actual exam. but then again, blessings nonstop [9-9-7.5-7-8]. Around this time, very odd twist came in the form of a dvd. during one gateway trip before Bernice left for Davao, she handed me the key to what became an addiction. (apr-jun 2009)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The addiction spread like a virus in my brain. BOF turned into BL&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/Boys_over_Flowers_to_Air_in_Japan_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/shininginheritance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;turned into LSG turned into 1N2D turned into KHD, EJW, LSuG, KimC and of course my favorite MCM. 1n2d!!!&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/normal_20090818_lee_seung_gi_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/1n2dheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i would literally have no sleep just to download and watch episodes of this hilarious variety show. up to this date, i can't stop smiling when i think about the classic comedic acts these 6members have done. On a more serious note, the review classes went on full blast when the IELTS task was done. had much much fun with these people! Sunday was definitely something to look forward to.&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/10131_151390850943_647370943_397970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/bison31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/bison41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/14543_206293643433_727258433_319597.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What was more significant in this quarter, was that right smack in the middle of it, was my turning to a legal for everything age. woot woot. gambling here i come! haha. spent this year's birthday with 1n2d in a very peaceful ambiance and topped it off with a simple gathering with my cousins, Fr Gerry, and the cake I baked [just had to say it].&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00235.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This quarter ended with yet another major exam that would determine my schedule for the homestretch of the year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/bison58.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But then, when September was about to end, something devastating happened. Ondoy happened [sep26, 2009]. The wrath of mother nature that has washed up our house has not only left us financially confused but also made us mentally torn, emotionally wounded and physically weak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;bern: may class nmn kmi. di na nila mahalata un &lt;p&gt;kL Ordoña &lt;b&gt;(9/26/2009 8:42:08 AM)&lt;/b&gt;: kainis. super baha dito&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bern : tlga?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kL Ordoña : as in papasok na sa bahay.as in nasa doorstep&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bern : init dito!! wlang ulan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kL Ordoña &lt;b&gt;(9/26/2009 9:03:32 AM)&lt;/b&gt;: malaro nga to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bern: haha. may bago ka ng game! g2g na. log in ka na sa fb ko. haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bern : bye! see you tom!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kL Ordoña &lt;b&gt;(9/26/2009 9:07:55 AM)&lt;/b&gt;: ok cge ako bahala sa barn buddy mo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bern (9/26/2009 9:08:40 AM): kung gsto mo mgtanim ka kpg last harvest na ung natira. thanks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kL Ordoña &lt;b&gt;(9/26/2009 9:11:10 AM)&lt;/b&gt;: nku di ko nagets..ahhahaha...haharvest ko naalng..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;then the turmoil SUDDENLY happened. we all evacuated the house by 9:30am (jul-sep 2009)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0867.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was indeed a moment of many firsts. First time to evacuate our beloved house, first time to deal with the flood alone (alone=no parents), first time to fear for my life, first time to worry about my mom who was miles away from us, first time to be scared of the dark because it felt like the black hole was just eating us up. I couldn't eat right, sleep right, think right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The catastrophic event just left us speechless, homeless for more than a month [kudos to tita yang and sam for letting us live with them]. Long story short, nothing but our house's foundation was left. but what's worse was the trauma attached to the event. but something peculiar had happened to me. my ice cold heart had just turned into a more stoic rock if it were possible. not only that, my head seems to be floating, wandering into a better place. which probably is the logic behind my monotone blog right now. there are no feelings. no excitement, no nervousness, I don't know what has struck me but it seems that this physique is better than my previous facades. I've never felt so dazed or been in a trance for this long. Two things good that came out of this experience: i've never been so appreciative of &lt;u&gt;hot&lt;/u&gt; food and more bonding time with Sammy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;November was a better month. thing is, this flood will never be erased from memories. On a lighter note, this was when I just had a deep appreciation for my friends who were concerned. Kpop was also added to my list around this time. Starking had a whole different effect on me. suju, after school, 2pm, bigbang -- taeyang (yehess monik, favorite!).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;there is an 85% chance i'd laugh at this after 10years but what the hell, they're really entertaining people. i know i know it's not me to fangirl or go boycrazy with these people. but heck, all of them seem to be extremely talented.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;December came and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i felt like the bad episode of clean house (starring our house) has finally ended... but then we still have to take off our blindfolds to open our eyes.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(you'll get it if you watch the show.)&amp;nbsp;It is the most un-christmas a christmas could get. no decorations, no lavish dinners, no anything. to top this season off, i actually have church duty [not much of a burden though] and to study on christmas and new year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC_0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what a way to end this year.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(oct-dec)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;before i end this post, i would like to thank a bunch of people. feeling ko awards show to. but seriously, they made my mundane life a tad exciting. all the new found friends in the church (ICP-VVEV), clutario family for their hospitality, my family and of course my trusted friends: DIMPLES (si manghahawang spoiler and for our everyday conversations about everything and anything), BERNICE (sun-mate! ah yess, you may be in davao but you're still one hell of a friend), MONIK (ym, come back here! or should i go there? january is catching up time. =)), CAEG (loyal tayo sa pagiging loner. and pagiging bangag. and sa paguusap parin sa ym kahit naiwanan na.), TRILLA and GERLIE (thanks sa load nung ondoy, big help un) GRACE (seatmate, we need to see each other!) ATE VYR (for all the tips, and putting up with me and my stupid litany of questions) and of course KATH ZABAT.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC03492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/DSC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and to EVERYone who hooked up (literally like 9 new couples in just 2 weeks, cupid's supply of arrows must be depleted.) may you continue to be in that kilig stage for as long as you live. or at least as long as you want it to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;if last year was all about new experiences, this year was definitely about finding and learning more about myself. although up to this date, it still feels like I'm still in a hallow, bottomless pit still unaccomplished. but next year, hopefully will be the &lt;i&gt;year of life-changing trips and exams, twists and turns, hoops and loops and hopefully, emotions too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERY ONE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;previous year end posts:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/dec-31-2008-jan1-2009-go-on-girl-new.html"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-end-survey.html"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-new-years-grinch.html"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-happy-new-year.html"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19343004-8646049528222156671?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8646049528222156671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8646049528222156671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8646049528222156671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8646049528222156671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-has-probably-been-most-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8603582011230539207</id><published>2009-07-24T08:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:57:56.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mapa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt; &lt;IFRAME height="325" frameborder="0" width="400" scrolling="auto" src="http://www.whereivebeen.com/map.php?uID=8996975&amp;amp;iID=939bab45f5ae5a8b67db6d102ad5aad5"&gt;&lt;/IFRAME&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;the "where i want to go" outweighs the "where i've been/lived"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;green-want to go&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;blue- been&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;red-lived.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19343004-8603582011230539207?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8603582011230539207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8603582011230539207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8603582011230539207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8603582011230539207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/07/mapa.html' title='mapa.'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3953470190840269424</id><published>2009-07-12T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:54:26.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dodged yet another bullet</title><content type='html'>how many more bullets are there anyway?�&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ohhhhh. God is not only good.. he is sooooooo GREAT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but seriously. the competitive mini me wants to ask myself why i didn't study more. hmmmp. i guess i'm OC and perfectionist like that. didn't want it to be a pass or fail thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i can't really categorize this as hard-earned. probably it'll go to the bad-health-earned group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;don't ask. or go figure. better yet, ask me in person if you're that intrigued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i would have disclosed the facts, but i don't really want to sound conceited, obnoxious or boastful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;although technically, i can. this is my blog after all. =P&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/19343004-3953470190840269424?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3953470190840269424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3953470190840269424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3953470190840269424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3953470190840269424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/07/dodged-yet-another-bullet.html' title='dodged yet another bullet'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-7548764588477724380</id><published>2009-07-08T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:11:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>low lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;humility is a word you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tsssssss&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/19343004-7548764588477724380?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/7548764588477724380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=7548764588477724380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7548764588477724380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7548764588477724380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/07/low-lives.html' title='low lives'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-6814791716441552146</id><published>2009-07-03T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:33:02.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congratulations to the new registered pharmacists of the philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;ayan. i think my title said it all.hahaha.�&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;but seriously, to the newly RPh's, a big fat congratulations.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;langya, i think they'll get their license ahead of me.�&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;tsk tsk..�&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;which reminds me, for me and my batchmates, it's been a year since we've graduated and got our titles! woohooo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;i guess it's time to assess where we are right now.hahaha..what's our status.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;but for the fresh passers, it's time to look for a job! oh yeah!�&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;a special congratulations to the following:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;ARVIN SALALILA &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;DIMABUYU, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;RPh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;NATHANIEL EMERSON UYECIO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt; LUA, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;RPh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;JUSTINE ERIKA TAN &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;MONTA�A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;RPh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;JUSTINE ANNE CONLU&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;PAJARILLO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;RPh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;LUIMARA REYES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt; VITOR&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;RPh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;and to the UST top 10.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;to those who didn't pass, dears, don't lose hope! there's always next year.�&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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/19343004-6814791716441552146?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6814791716441552146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=6814791716441552146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6814791716441552146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6814791716441552146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/07/congratulations-to-new-registered.html' title='congratulations to the new registered pharmacists of the philippines'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8056025208451236894</id><published>2009-06-26T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:12:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in behalf of boyet, sayonara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i was watching princess protection program when my phone rang. i thought it was a certain someone texting me, but when i saw boyet, and a fourth of his message, i thought something was terribly wrong. but when i viewed the whole message. HAHAHAHA. laugh trip. as he said, good memories!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;Sht! Haha! Sht talaga! Tawa aq ng tawa d2 s barko! Bgla q kc naalala ung play natn sa english b un? Wahahahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ung sayonara.&lt;br&gt;Ung c chasty dapat kukunin c ken, kso nakatunganga lang. Tapus c ken nalunud na pero bglang sumulput s barko. Haha. C kl tumalon malapt s tinalunan q, may 2 comoners na naglalakad sa ibabaw ng dagat, aq naman nalunud n nga nagsalta p ng&lt;br&gt;'ipakita nyo q'&lt;br&gt;wahahaha! Sht!I love it! Gm&lt;font size="6"&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&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/19343004-8056025208451236894?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8056025208451236894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8056025208451236894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8056025208451236894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8056025208451236894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-behalf-of-boyet-sayonara.html' title='in behalf of boyet, sayonara.'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-2193016367730708945</id><published>2009-06-22T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:33:39.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I watched Wall-E!</title><content type='html'>Wall e is the modern day Soylent Green which tackles the long term effects of mass consumerism. In the movie, it takes a group of dysfunctional robots, led by Eve and Wall-E, to save the Earth from the trash man has piled up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with Wall-e being the only survivor of his kind, who was invented to clean up the world so the humans can resume their living after 5 years in space. Little did the administration know that this task would take 700 years to complete. So when Eve’s kind, the probe which was created with the directive to search for existence of life as a sign of a once again habitable planet, accepts Wall-e’s plant as a gift, she shuts down and is taken back to the spaceship. Walle then tries to rescue her. He is greeted by the mass who now doesn’t know how to walk due to lethargy and dependence on technology. The captain of the ship then addresses his growing curiosity of what earth is and what people would normally do only to find out that the human race is now being controlled by Axiom’s computers. Just like any other fairy tale, Wall-E ends with a happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two scenes struck me the most. First would be the discovery of a plant by wall-e. It shows that amidst the mess we made is a growing life and that if we don’t act sooner, our planet will end up being inhabitable. In my opinion, we should save and enhance what is left of the real earth for our next generations to cherish just as we do right now. Another would be the part when WallE bumped into Mary, a human being. Prior the encounter, Mary was busy chatting on her video call about the superficiality of her companions while she looked at a billboard stating that red was the new blue. And in an instant, everyone including Mary, purchased the new look. It deals with two other points which are consumerism and technology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only has the consumerism issue manifested on the planet but also with the people who once lived in it. Everyone was obese with processed food that was being advertised over their little hubs. Because they weren’t aware of the existence of natural commodities, they have been sucked up with the world that was as easy as making a milkshake (have to watch the movie in order to understand). And because of their sloth, they have been totally reliant on the most vanguard equipment for the simplest tasks like walking and talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the movie was created to hand a sense of warning in an entertaining way of how our land would soon turn out if we do not make changes. It shows the irony of how a robot can appreciate the quest for life while men would rather sit around. In the end, emphasis on the point that even if WallE initiated the world’s makeover, it takes a whole race to implement that change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19343004-2193016367730708945?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/2193016367730708945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=2193016367730708945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2193016367730708945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2193016367730708945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-i-watched-wall-e.html' title='Finally, I watched Wall-E!'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3514824619876843560</id><published>2009-06-04T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:43:52.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's learn something new everyday part1</title><content type='html'>&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/19343004-3514824619876843560?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3514824619876843560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3514824619876843560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3514824619876843560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3514824619876843560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-learn-something-new-everyday-part1.html' title='let&amp;#39;s learn something new everyday part1'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-2177308439365610262</id><published>2009-05-22T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:50:54.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solo flight.</title><content type='html'>i can't help but feel lonely today. and I'm blaming it on my fluctuating intra/interpersonal relations. or in lighter words. the hot then cold.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd rather have a blanket than a comforter, if you know what i mean.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess I never felt this before because I didn't have the need to depend on anyone. well, i still don't feel that way but it would be nice to change the system once and for all. I can survive by myself and want to know if I could survive with everyone else.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know if I'm a people person but I would love to try and be one. No man is an island diba? I guess there is something to be said when I'd rather rant on my blog than to a real human being. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I know this is so the drama, and is not how I roll but I can't stop thinking about the fact that no one really told me to do this alone. to take the plunge alone. I just thought that it was a given for me and so I never thought of the alternative- to jump in with the herd. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't think that I'm complaining because I'm not and frankly I have nothing to complain about. The realization just dawned to me and now the fear has caught up. This is probably a step up from not being able to recognize what kind of feelings i am feeling. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that and I just want the lonely people to know that they are not alone at being alone. &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/19343004-2177308439365610262?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/2177308439365610262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=2177308439365610262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2177308439365610262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2177308439365610262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/05/solo-flight.html' title='solo flight.'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3376487537329080879</id><published>2009-05-15T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:54:14.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMYGADDDDDD</title><content type='html'>hahaha... God is sooooooooooo good. ahhhh! thank you Lord kahit naging masama akong bata. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;eeeeppp! at last may direction na buhay ko... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&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/19343004-3376487537329080879?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3376487537329080879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3376487537329080879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3376487537329080879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3376487537329080879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohmygadddddd.html' title='OHMYGADDDDDD'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-9048419552045153420</id><published>2009-05-09T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:26:10.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently i looooove confusing myself.</title><content type='html'>just for kicks i open jobsdb.com everyday and check out non-pharma related jobs and send my resume out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;stupid. stupid. stupid. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i did it for fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but when my dream job, in a school i think i'll loooove because it reminds me of my school in Malaysia (Sayfol International School), calls and asks me to do a demo about types of energy for grade 5 students, dammmmmn i'm confused.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bison is the rate-limiting factor. every decision from now on is based on my results of the agency that takes 5 weeks to decide on whether we make it in their program.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so see the dilemma. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i want it to be my fallback but my mom hates the idea. she wants me to "stick to pharma" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;rar. the demo's on wednesday and i doubt bison will release their results by then. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;btw the school's: &lt;a href="http://www.reedleyschool.com/life_houses.php"&gt;http://www.reedleyschool.com/&lt;/a&gt;  (i set it to the page I'd love to show you-- with the reedley houses reminding me of the sayfol houses (clover, marigold, shamrock, violet)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what to do? what to do? &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/19343004-9048419552045153420?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/9048419552045153420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=9048419552045153420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/9048419552045153420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/9048419552045153420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/05/apparently-i-looooove-confusing-myself_09.html' title='apparently i looooove confusing myself.'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3764300671460330634</id><published>2009-05-09T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:22:22.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently i looooove confusing myself.</title><content type='html'>just for kicks i open jobsdb.com everyday and check out non-pharma related jobs and send my resume out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;stupid. stupid. stupid. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i did it for fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but when my dream job, in a school i think i'll loooove because it reminds me of my school in Malaysia (Sayfol International School), calls and asks me to do a demo about types of energy for grade 5 students, dammmmmn i'm confused.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bison is the rate-limiting factor. every decision from now on is based on my results of the agency that takes 5 weeks to decide on whether we make it in their program.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so see the dilemma. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i want it to be my fallback but my mom hates the idea. she wants me to "stick to pharma" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;rar. the demo's on wednesday and i doubt bison will release their results by then. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what to do? what to do?&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/19343004-3764300671460330634?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3764300671460330634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3764300671460330634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3764300671460330634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3764300671460330634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/05/apparently-i-looooove-confusing-myself.html' title='apparently i looooove confusing myself.'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8220082888115982995</id><published>2009-05-01T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:04:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too lazy to blog</title><content type='html'>but im blogging because i did promise sammie a blog about haunting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so monday, sam and i totally pigged and chilled out. sta lucia lang. it was 2pm,we had nothing to do so her dad drove us to the mall (perks of having ang overprotected cousin --&gt;free rides!). original plan was to watch 17 again only. so we were 30mins early for the next show so we bought our McDonald's, i did miss my double cheeseburger with large fries. then the show started. zac efron was hot! but sterling knight was hotter! sam and i were totally digging knight more than efron. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;movie finished, but we weren't ready to go home. she wanted to watch t2, i wanted to watch fast and the furious. we settled for haunting in connecticut. but the show didn't start for a good hour and a half. so we looked for food. and found ice cream! yey! then pizza. then more soda. and finally the haunt begins!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i know rotten tomatoes gave it a "rotten" review but man, by the end of the show, my body hurt because of the fear my cousin and i were bottling up inside. i mean seriously. we were like, "there's more?". the scaring never ended until the last minute. and what's spookier than it being a true story! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just google it/watch it for more info.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;****&lt;br&gt;apparently the government has become more strict with issuing licenses. you have to have a tin number now. and fyi, it is so freakin hard to get one. the process is simple. but i had to go back and forth the marikina branch for like 3 times only to find out that I can't register in marikina. so we had to go to taytay and wait for 3 hours just to find out that we have to go back the next day just for a friggin number. rar. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;****&lt;br&gt;and finally. i'm driving. hah. hmmm..tell you more when i'm not too lazy to think of words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in the meantime, follow me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/krazyinnarnia"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br&gt; 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I probably still consider myself a gamer, just not so obssesed with it anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but that isn't the story.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i had the coolest dream last night. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it was video game-- and i was in it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i know i know, i have to work on the title because it sucks. and probably the rest of level 2 and the start of level 3 and 4.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so it starts with two teams. I was the commander of the right side. we had troops of course. I chose my team to have the equal amount of boys and girls, because yes, girls can kick ass too. my opponent chose children..weird huh. but i guess i made up the rule that 1adult=4children. so she had 3x (wasn't all kids) the size of my team. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;wait why am i using she? well, we both have captains, but for some reason we (commanders)called the plays. and for another odd reason, we were the ones guarding the base. kung baga sa agawan base, kami yung laging naiiwan dun. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so the usual fight goes on. and i realize i don't know the rules. i just direct them to where they should be, what they should do, what the should do after their direct opponent dies, when i can substitute my men, and of course monitor the health of my captain. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so "round 1" is coming to a close and I finally learn about a rule. my troops pile in because the opponents asked for a time out with 1:25 minutes to spare. then they say, "we have to decide now, whether to take it this round or not." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'll stop with the narrating and start with the describing. the game has 4 quarters. each quarter consists of 5mins of battle time but the game will end once the captain's dead, but the game will pretty much finish once the commander's out because she's the one manipulating the plays. each camp consists of a sand tower. level one shows the first floor of the tower which consists of a hub where the commander stays to protect herself from the fight (which is weird because you already have the tower for that. but i guess it's for double protection), stairs behind the hub for the waiting troops, sacks and sacks of ammo, clubs swords and guns and a screen that can have multi-panes so you can either focus on one fight or the fight in a whole. the entrance of the tower was regulated by a gate and two doors. the battle ground started 4 feet from the entrance. There was a part which was elevated but the flat ground was the main battleground.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rule #1: besides the existing 20mins of the game, each team can get use another 5mins on one level they wish to extend. that makes the game have a total of 30mins of playing time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and that was what they were deciding on. my troops were divided, some wanted to use the 5mins now, some wanted to use the 5 mins on level 4.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;argument 1: our team was still strong, another 5mins would probably weaken us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;argument 2: we get the 5mins over with because we're the leading team, so that if something went wrong with level 4, it would be quick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i had to decide. and so to be fair, we voted on it. argument 1 won.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but that wasn't the coolest part. commander from the opponent's team went to the entrance of the base. and she said, "we have to find a fair way to start this game again" and so we agreed on positioning our troops on the field and the "referee" would shout "FIGHT!". i was standing on the entrance, watching the live action, when my attention focused on one of my troops not doing anything in front of 5 children. I shouted "FIGHT! wth are you doing!" she shouted back that she was finished (because the 5 kids were already on our side. so apparently we can do that)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rule #2: some of the warriors have mental abilities to make the children (only) switch teams.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she also mentioned that she was waiting for further instructions. so i directed her to help someone in the elevated terrain. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THEN.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i realized that the opponent's commander was still standing near our entrance. and i ask "hey can we do that? i mean, can we actually wander or fight with them?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she answers "no, but we can fight among ourselves" and comes in with her weapon drawn and pointed at me, closes the doors behind her andmoves forward. I realized that i don't have any weapon on me. heck i don't even know if i have one. then i spot something sword-like in my hub. and quickly draw one to reveal that at the end of the handle was something that appeared to be a glass tubing (like the ones we use in our labs). i don't know how to use it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but for the first time, i see myself (wearing a gold dress just like the egyptians) and say "really, we're allowed to fight?" haha. so i let the end of my glass tubing hit her left arm, and there like a syringe, i drew blood from her." and suddenly a health bar (like the one in street fighters) appears above her head, and is slowly reducing and the green turning to a golden brown. but we are interrupted by a messenger, who makes my attention shift and my catch run away. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;darn. i thought i would win. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;seconds were left on level 1. but it was a good fight especially now that I know my opponent was weaker than I. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;level 2 was starting and an elevator was revealed. and so I checked the new floor, and all i saw was an old man meditating in a very dark room with 3 windows that show a better view of the fight. i don't know how that old man will be beneficial to the fight because I did wake up to the smell of toasted bread. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;darn i'm hungry.&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/19343004-1549342007088281128?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/1549342007088281128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=1549342007088281128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1549342007088281128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1549342007088281128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-gonna-call-it-for-terrain.html' title='i&amp;#39;m gonna call it &amp;quot;battle for the terrain&amp;quot;'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3910147020273051497</id><published>2009-04-22T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:39:08.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm gonna call it "battle for the terrain"</title><content type='html'>before the psp was invented, or nintendo thought of ds lite, or DOTA or any online game, there was Grand Theft Auto, Warcraft: orcs and humans, warcraft II: tides of darkness, and my favorite: Warcraft III:Reign of Chaos. yes, back when computer games were the deal, I was a gamer. I probably still consider myself a gamer, just not so obssesed with it anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but that isn't the story.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i had the coolest dream last night. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it was video game-- and i was in it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i know i know, i have to work on the title because it sucks. and probably the rest of level 2 and the start of level 3 and 4.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so it starts with two teams. I was the commander of the right side. we had troops of course. I chose my team to have the equal amount of boys and girls, because yes, girls can kick ass too. my opponent chose children..weird huh. but i guess i made up the rule that 1adult=4children. so she had 3x (wasn't all kids) the size of my team. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;wait why am i using she? well, we both have captains, but for some reason we (commanders)called the plays. and for another odd reason, we were the ones guarding the base. kung baga sa agawan base, kami yung laging naiiwan dun. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so the usual fight goes on. and i realize i don't know the rules. i just direct them to where they should be, what they should do, what the should do after their direct opponent dies, when i can substitute my men, and of course monitor the health of my captain. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so "round 1" is coming to a close and I finally learn about a rule. my troops pile in because the opponents asked for a time out with 1:25 minutes to spare. then they say, "we have to decide now, whether to take it this round or not." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'll stop with the narrating and start with the describing. the game has 4 quarters. each quarter consists of 5mins of battle time but the game will end once the captain's dead, but the game will pretty much finish once the commander's out because she's the one manipulating the plays. each camp consists of a sand tower. level one shows the first floor of the tower which consists of a hub where the commander stays to protect herself from the fight (which is weird because you already have the tower for that. but i guess it's for double protection), stairs behind the hub for the waiting troops, sacks and sacks of ammo, clubs swords and guns and a screen that can have multi-panes so you can either focus on one fight or the fight in a whole. the entrance of the tower was regulated by a gate and two doors. the battle ground started 4 feet from the entrance. There was a part which was elevated but the flat ground was the main battleground.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rule #1: besides the existing 20mins of the game, each team can get use another 5mins on one level they wish to extend. that makes the game have a total of 30mins of playing time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and that was what they were deciding on. my troops were divided, some wanted to use the 5mins now, some wanted to use the 5 mins on level 4.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;argument 1: our team was still strong, another 5mins would probably weaken us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;argument 2: we get the 5mins over with because we're the leading team, so that if something went wrong with level 4, it would be quick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i had to decide. and so to be fair, we voted on it. argument 1 won.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but that wasn't the coolest part. commander from the opponent's team went to the entrance of the base. and she said, "we have to find a fair way to start this game again" and so we agreed on positioning our troops on the field and the "referee" would shout "FIGHT!". i was standing on the entrance, watching the live action, when my attention focused on one of my troops not doing anything in front of 5 children. I shouted "FIGHT! wth are you doing!" she shouted back that she was finished (because the 5 kids were already on our side. so apparently we can do that)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rule #2: some of the warriors have mental abilities to make the children (only) switch teams.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she also mentioned that she was waiting for further instructions. so i directed her to help someone in the elevated terrain. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THEN.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i realized that the opponent's commander was still standing near our entrance. and i ask "hey can we do that? i mean, can we actually wander or fight with them?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she answers "no, but we can fight among ourselves" and comes in with her weapon drawn and pointed at me, closes the doors behind her andmoves forward. I realized that i don't have any weapon on me. heck i don't even know if i have one. then i spot something sword-like in my hub. and quickly draw one to reveal that at the end of the handle was something that appeared to be a glass tubing (like the ones we use in our labs). i don't know how to use it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but for the first time, i see myself (wearing a gold dress just like the egyptians) and say "really, we're allowed to fight?" haha. so i let the end of my glass tubing hit her left arm, and there like a syringe, i drew blood from her." and suddenly a health bar (like the one in street fighters) appears above her head, and is slowly reducing and the green turning to a golden brown. but we are interrupted by a messenger, who makes my attention shift and my catch run away. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;darn. i thought i would win. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;seconds were left on level 1. but it was a good fight especially now that I know my opponent was weaker than I. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;level 2 was starting and an elevator was revealed. and so I checked the new floor, and all i saw was an old man meditating in a very dark room with 3 windows that show a better view of the fight. i don't know how that old man will be beneficial to the fight because I did wake up to the smell of toasted bread. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;darn i'm hungry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19343004-3910147020273051497?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3910147020273051497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3910147020273051497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3910147020273051497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3910147020273051497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-gonna-call-it-battle-for-terrain.html' title='i&apos;m gonna call it &quot;battle for the terrain&quot;'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3853506454408321149</id><published>2009-04-17T05:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:59:03.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooked on the ted failon case</title><content type='html'>i'm hooked because i'm dead bored... but maaan how twisted can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like i want to be the csi and the lawyer of this case.  i just want to know the intricate (parang fabric lang) details of the case. there are just so many things you just want to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: what was the "financial problem" that was so intense that she would end up killing herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: how was she not dead on arrival with that kind of shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: if ted's negative with the paraffin test, and trina's negative with the paraffin test, who shot the gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: was there a conspiracy between ted and the members of the household including trina's sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: why are the police treating the in-laws that way? and in national tv? damn that's cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: is ted innocent? if he is, why was he "arrested"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: what are the grounds for the "obstruction of justice" of the househelp and in-laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: if it were suicide, why is it such a big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess the biggest mystery for me is:&lt;br /&gt;i don't get twitter at all... what the hell does "@_____" mean... does that mean your writing in reply to that person? or did that person write that in reply to your tweet? hahaha gaaddd. slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19343004-3853506454408321149?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3853506454408321149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3853506454408321149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3853506454408321149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3853506454408321149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooked-on-ted-failon-case.html' title='hooked on the ted failon case'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8557416128263187303</id><published>2009-04-16T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:40:08.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooked on the ted failon case</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm hooked because i'm dead bored... but maaan how twisted can it be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like i want to be the csi and the lawyer of this case.  i just want to know the intricate (parang fabric lang) details of the case. there are just so many things you just want to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like: what was the "financial problem" that was so intense that she would end up killing herself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like: how was she not dead on arrival with that kind of shot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like: if ted's negative with the paraffin test, and trina's negative with the paraffin test, who shot the gun? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like: was there a conspiracy between ted and the members of the household including trina's sister?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like: why are the police treating the in-laws that way? and in national tv? damn that's cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like: is ted innocent? if he is, why was he "arrested"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like: what are the grounds for the "obstruction of justice" of the househelp and in-laws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like: if it were suicide, why is it such a big deal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess the biggest mystery for me is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't get twitter at all... what the hell does "@_____" mean... does that mean your writing in reply to that person? or did that person write that in reply to your tweet? hahaha gaaddd. slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/19343004-8557416128263187303?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8557416128263187303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8557416128263187303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8557416128263187303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8557416128263187303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooked-on-ted-failon-case_16.html' title='hooked on the ted failon case'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-7656551486892713797</id><published>2009-04-16T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:47:45.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook-ing</title><content type='html'>answering the quizzes in facebook takes up almost half of my day because i have to admit, they are really really entertaining.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i stumbled into a different quiz and i know i'm supposed to paste it on a note in my facebook, but i don't do that, so i'll just paste it here:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Instructions:&lt;br&gt;1. Open this website : http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;br&gt;2. Take the Personality Quiz (it's VERY short and easy, really)&lt;br&gt;3. Copy Paste the result to Facebook.&lt;br&gt;4. Tag your friends including me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your views on education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve   &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/19343004-7656551486892713797?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/7656551486892713797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=7656551486892713797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7656551486892713797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7656551486892713797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook-ing.html' title='facebook-ing'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-6957350646768313533</id><published>2009-04-01T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:34:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get it over with.</title><content type='html'>the anticipation is killlllllling me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;seriously.&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/19343004-6957350646768313533?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6957350646768313533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=6957350646768313533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6957350646768313533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6957350646768313533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-it-over-with.html' title='get it over with.'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-6903884958933075799</id><published>2009-03-28T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:47:20.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ginagaya si jocel at aufie =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1.) Anong reason mo kay Ms. Gabor pag nalelate ka?&lt;br&gt;i've never been under her&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;2) Chinecheck ba kung knee-length skirt mo?&lt;br&gt;hahahaha... oo, naalala ko nung fourth year (or third or second year ba yun) pinababa yung mga taong mahahaba yung skirt, tas pinatahi sa kanila&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3) Anong ID color mo?&lt;br&gt;white? blue protector... nung una green, kaso naging bawal.. white, blue, black lang pwede&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4) Kumakanta ka ba ng St. Scholastica’s Hymn?&lt;br&gt;oh come oh loyal benedictine children oh come and let us sing.. our voices raised with youthful hearts with youthful hearts of flame.. hahaha..parang mali&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;5) Anong mga violations ang nagkaron ka?&lt;br&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHA...wala naman.. ang muntik lang, si mrs tamkin, "nahuli" kaming "nagccheat" ni cathe, pero sa totoo lang, nagttext lang kami sa calculator.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6) Nahuli ka na bang natutulog habang First Friday Mass?&lt;br&gt;hhmmm... hindi ako natutulog nun&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7) Nakasuot ka ba ng Gala uniform?&lt;br&gt;meron ba tayo nun?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8) Sinong partner mo nung Grad Ball?&lt;br&gt;ayyyyy, anong grad ball? masaya ba yun?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;9) Nakausap mo na ba si Ms. Dayag?&lt;br&gt;sino na nga si ms. dayag? jill ann dayag? yung THE teacher? oo naman, lagi ako pinapagalitan nun lalo na nung nagbake kami ng cookies!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;10) Nakabasag ka na ba ng instruments sa Chem/Physics lab?&lt;br&gt;hahaha...parang meron kami nabasag, beaker ata eh&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;11) Sinong kasama niyo sa interaction?&lt;br&gt;ano ba yan, di ko naman nafeel ang interaction... nagiinteract lang kami sa isa't isa..deprived!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12) May memorable experience ka ba nung Graduation?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ang naaalala ko lang sa graduation yung every grad, may wind beneath my wings na kanta. eh kaso pasaway kami, pinalitan namin yung tradition...sa huli, wala na kaming kinantang farewell song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13) San ka kumakain tuwing break?&lt;br&gt;sa iba't ibang tables...table hopping (ang pangit ng term)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14) Anong pangalan ng mga naging Kada mo?&lt;br&gt;binky, rina, marijke... extended barkada kami nina anne-di, paula..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;15) Anong mga naging color mo nung Sports Fest?&lt;br&gt;waaaaaahhhhh... pagkakatanda ko, 4th yr, red? nyak, can't remember&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16) Anong mga naging section mo nung HS?&lt;br&gt;agnes, margaret mary, mechtilde!, veronica&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;17) Nakapunta ka ba ng S’mall?&lt;br&gt;of course, meron bang di nakapunta dun?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;18) Nahuli ka na bang nakaupo sa mga lockers?&lt;br&gt;hahaha..nahuli hindi..pero every morning, dun ako nakaupo...nakatitig sa mga librong kkunin sa araw na yun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;19) Ano pinakamahirap na subject mo?&lt;br&gt;biology&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;20) Naging teacher mo ba si Sir Pascual?&lt;br&gt;3rd year, geom/trig... di ko masyadong naenjoy kasi sa likod ako nung third year... tas after lunch pa! sarap matulog&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21) Ilang teachers na ang napaiyak ka?&lt;br&gt;si tamkin! yun lang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22) Na - aksidente ka na ba nung HS ka?&lt;br&gt;paanong aksidente?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;23) Ano ang laging kinakain mong pagkain sa canteen?&lt;br&gt;wow... breakfast meal! kung galing sewing room or avr...tas kapag lunch yung meal dun sa gitna, yung nagbbenta ng lechon kawali parati&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;24) In general, love mo ba high school life mo?&lt;br&gt;of coursseeeee&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;25) Sumali ka ba sa theater play?&lt;br&gt;hmmm.. class play lang ang sinalihan ko...at ako ang bossy na director...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;26) Dancer ka ba nung high school?&lt;br&gt;NO WAY. galit nga sa akin si ms cruz (cle) sa our father..bakit ba kasi ako ginawang dancer nun&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;27) Naging class officer ka ba nung HS?&lt;br&gt;parang hindi..kasi tamad ako gumawa ng letter of nomination&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;28) Favorite subject mo nung HS?&lt;br&gt;bookkeeping, algebra I and II, advanced algebra, physics, chem, anddddd THE(surprise surprise)! hahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;29) Saang gate ka pumapasok?&lt;br&gt;gate 7! service all the way&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;30) Anong mga clubs mo?&lt;br&gt;i was freakishly loyal with TUKLAS TALINO..sarap magturo ng mali esteee mga lessons sa mga bata eh&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;31) Pinaka - namimiss mo nung HS ka?&lt;br&gt;awwwww...the easy/uncomplicated life!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;32) Nagkikita pa ba kayo ng mga classmates mo nung high school?&lt;br&gt;hahahaha... yes? well, yung barkada ko di ko pa nakikita simula nung grumaduate kami, pero yung iba oo..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;33) May naging boyfriend ka ba na taga-Marist?&lt;br&gt;nope nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;34) Anong madalas mong binabato sa classmates mo?&lt;br&gt;notebook..brutal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;35) Anong mga naging class numbers mo?&lt;br&gt;31,32,32,33 &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;36) Anong favorite number mo dati?&lt;br&gt;11!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;37) Ilan ang naka-away mo ng lower batch?&lt;br&gt;parang wala...pero nung college ako, me nakaaway ako na lower batch na galing ssam&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;38) Sinong mga naging crush mo?&lt;br&gt;-crush?wankseeeeeeeee---&gt; jocel, kilala ko to!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;39) Kasali ka ba sa banda nung HS?&lt;br&gt;say what?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;40) Kung totoong Scholastican ka, sino ang kambal ni St. Scholastica?&lt;br&gt;hmmm..hahahaha..benedict!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;!--  --&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/19343004-6903884958933075799?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6903884958933075799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=6903884958933075799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6903884958933075799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6903884958933075799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/03/ginagaya-si-jocel-at-aufie.html' title='ginagaya si jocel at aufie =)'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5201546370386110787</id><published>2009-03-23T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:02:01.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken.</title><content type='html'>it's easier to fix other people's lives than your own.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you just know what to do. or say. you can use all the cliches in the book. you can wrack you brain for more cliches and it would still be easier-- than fixing your life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i feel like i know everything when someone's unloading their thoughts to me. and i instantly know what to say. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i tried. i tried to talk to approach my anxiety as though another person was "consulting" me with her problems. and i couldn't come up with the right answer. and it's so confusing. i want to be impulsive. i've never been impulsive with and in my life. it's not like i have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; many choices.. right? gaahhhh.. shit.&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/19343004-5201546370386110787?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/5201546370386110787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=5201546370386110787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5201546370386110787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5201546370386110787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicken.html' title='chicken.'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3124777239810020806</id><published>2009-03-19T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:10:33.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.... a bum!</title><content type='html'>yep! i spent my last day in mvmc with unit dosing and charging all the way. well, basically it was all out of guilt that i would be leaving them REALLY REALLY understaffed (sorry maam maan, maam aimee and monster wai!) haha... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and so here i am AGAIN. basking in the unknown just like i first received the news that i just passed the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;here's the thing. i want to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;so badly that i can just feel the excitement shoot right through my nerve endings. and i have been practically sleepless for almost 3 days (nights actually) thinking about it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now i'm starting to realize that i'm wanting it out of my desperate need to do something new... again and again, i have told everyone that pharmacy isn't for me. but yeah, way to prove that right, right? i graduated and passed the board exam and thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe i can stop being a baby about it, suck it up and live through the agony of drug listings. &lt;/span&gt;i thought that if i had experienced being the work force, i would say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it wasn't so bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my parents have a VERY different plan for me. and they made it really clear. heck, my dad had to come home from thailand to convince me with what turned out to be a 5minute talk. i said yes. that fast. i didn't want to go through the gory details on how their plan would improve my life. apparently it's not not all about being happy but being happy with the right amount of money. and that is reality. no school would ever teach or prepare you for that. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so this is me, overanalyzing what i want. and what i want is to get out of this drug box. hah. if there's such thing...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so the eternal question is:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;is my english good enough? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahaha... kidding&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FIGHT OR FLIGHT?&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/19343004-3124777239810020806?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3124777239810020806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3124777239810020806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3124777239810020806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3124777239810020806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-bum.html' title='finally.... a bum!'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5234079615214057957</id><published>2009-02-24T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:58:02.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the oscars and the grouch</title><content type='html'>I spend my oscar mornings as the stars do. I wake up early, eat breakfast, rummage through our kitchen's cabinets to stock up on cookies, lie down and wait for the show to start. ok,maybe not even remotely similar. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;award shows start pretty much the same way every time. the pre-show shows off the stars' gowns and tux's which the fashion police will later criticize. but what i like about pre-shows are that's where they narrate to you the production process and what you will be seeing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year, the floor of the stage was decorated like michaelangelo designed a plaza in Rome. A curtain made out of more than a thousand swarovski crystals, every crystal having a different cut, hung from the ceiling. The orchestra which played a modernized version of classics like moonriver, songs of sing sing sing and a whole lot more,  was taken out of the pit and placed in the stage. Beyond these preparations, the academy was obviously cost-cutting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;again like the grammy's, the oscar's showcased the mix of the old and the new generation of actors.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OPENING ACT&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WOW! Hugh jackman was sooo good. He basically sang a musicl parody of the best motion picture nominees, slum dog millionaire, milk, benjamin button, the wrestler, frost/nixon. And the coolest part was when he carried "surprised" yet scripted anne hathaway to the stage where jackman was frost and hathaway played nixon. Jackman's hosting was definetly different from the previous hostings, singing and dancing on stage as opposed to doing stand up comedy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRESENTATION OF THE NOMINEES&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this was done only to the 5 best actress/actor andsupporting actress/actor. A collection of clips of the previous dead or alive winners of their category was shown. Then stars(twinkling stars) explode and the screen breaks to five, like an artwork, the broken screen shows 5 previous alive winners who will present the nominees and winners for the said category. The broken screen is lifted and the presentor walks forward. Each presentor was assigned to give a speech/chat/crack a joke to their assigned nominee and when everyone's through, the actor in the middle announce this year's winner. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And what is a better way to present the best motion picture nominees than having steven spielberg to do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MID-SHOW MUSICAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;this was the highlight of the show. hugh jackman singing about how the muscial is back. Consistent with the theme (classic made modern) jackman, with vanessa hudgens, zac efron, amanda seyfried, dominic cooper and beyonce, sang top hat, white tie and tails, big spender, singing in the rain, maria, you're the one I want, all that jazz, lady marmalade, one night only, you can't stop the beat,  last chance, at last, don't cry for me argentina, mamma mia, over the rainbow.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/video/item/36/Beyonce_Knowles_performs_with_Hugh_Jackman_at_OSCARS_2009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;WINNERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;i never realized penelope cruz had such a thick spanish accent. between kate winslet and cruz, i really thought winslet would faint, she was trembling as she made her acceptance speech. and sean penn, of course the gay film always has an award. It's probably because films under this topic show so much emotion. And I couldn't believe how nervous I was for slumdog millionaire for the best motion picture, but they did win. the stars of slumdog millionaire cheered like kids everytime one of their cast/crew won that when they finally won as a whole, it was just so fun to see. in fact speilberg was lost in the sea of the cast and crew of slumdog during their acceptance speech. wall-e winning of course! heath ledger winning and his family accepting the award in behalf of matilda. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;UNFORGETTABLE MOMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;tina fey and steve martin presenting- it was so natural that even if the didn't intend to make the audience laugh, well they did&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;jack black and jennifer anniston- how very awkward, not for the both of the them but because the cameras zoomed in on angelina jolie (black's co-star in kung fu panda) and brad pitt (ex-husband)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;amanda seyfried and robert pattinson- he still looked like a very pale bloodsucker. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;natalie portman and ben stiller- stiller dressed as joaquin phoenix&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tribute to jerry louis&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the animated film collection video. the one where wall-e chooses a video tape over the academy's trophy and after watching he's surprised to see that panda and the rest of the people in the video collection were watching too. the video ending with the roach winning&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;seth rogen, janusz kaminski and james franco video with franco stapling rogen&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;and one of the funniest moments: pattinson was sitting behind mickey rourke when rourke's nomination was announced, and he looked dead bored. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PEOPLE.COM'S 10 MOST OUTRAGEOUS QUOTES&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You look like you work in a Hasidic meth lab." &lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Natalie Portman,&lt;/b&gt; to Ben Stiller &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Has anybody ever fainted here? Because I might be the first one."&lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Penélope Cruz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Say whatever is on your mind because you know we have a seven-second delay. But if you win, we switch to a 20-minute delay." &lt;br&gt;– Host &lt;b&gt;Hugh Jackman,&lt;/b&gt; to Best Actor nominee Mickey Rourke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"She's beautiful, and I love her, and she can like, adopt me if she wants to."&lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Miley Cyrus,&lt;/b&gt; on Best Actress nominee Angelina Jolie, to E! host Ryan Seacrest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Don't fall in love with me." &lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Steve Martin&lt;/b&gt; to Tina Fey, playing out their own form of a soap opera while presenting Best Screenplay Adaptation &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I had to become a vampire to find the right woman." &lt;br&gt;– &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; star &lt;b&gt;Robert Pattinson,&lt;/b&gt; presenting a montage of romantic moments in the year's films &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Think I could make this into a pipe?"&lt;br&gt;– &lt;em&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/em&gt; star &lt;b&gt;Seth Rogen,&lt;/b&gt; marveling at the Oscar statuette in a skit with famed cinematographer Janusz Kaminski and James Franco (not pictured) about the year's comedy films &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"On set they can be your mother, your father, even your therapist. They can even manage hostage negotiations when a certain actor is having trouble coming out of their trailer. Not that I'm speaking about myself. But you know who you are, Ben Stiller." &lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Reese Witherspoon,&lt;/b&gt; praising the leadership of directors before presenting the Best Director Oscar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"How did he do it? How for so many years did Sean Penn get all those jobs playing straight men?" &lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Robert De Niro&lt;/b&gt;, introducing Penn's Best Actor nomination as gay politican Harvey Milk &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I want to be very clear that I do know how hard I make it to appreciate me, often." &lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Sean Penn&lt;/b&gt;, referring to his reputation as being notoriously difficult, while accepting the Best Actor award for &lt;em&gt;Milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;at the end, the academy showed a list of the upcoming movies everyone should look forward to watching this year:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sherlock holmes&lt;br&gt;public enemies&lt;br&gt;julie and julia&lt;br&gt;funny people&lt;br&gt;the soloist&lt;br&gt;up&lt;br&gt;fame&lt;br&gt;terminator salvation&lt;br&gt;500 days of summer&lt;br&gt;amelia&lt;br&gt;whatever works&lt;br&gt;inglorious basterds&lt;br&gt;night at the museum2&lt;br&gt;monsters vs. aliens&lt;br&gt;harry potter and the hald lood prine&lt;br&gt;angels and demons&lt;br&gt;old dogs&lt;br&gt;ice age: dawn of the dinosaurs&lt;br&gt;the boat that rocked&lt;br&gt;an education&lt;br&gt;state of play&lt;br&gt;imagine that&lt;br&gt;g-gorce-hamster in bolt&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm hungry and want sweet corn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-5234079615214057957?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/5234079615214057957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=5234079615214057957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5234079615214057957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5234079615214057957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscars-and-grouch.html' title='the oscars and the grouch'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-1172272570228245437</id><published>2009-02-23T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:41:02.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the oscars and the grouch</title><content type='html'>I spend my oscar mornings as the stars do.&amp;nbsp;I wake up early, eat breakfast, rummage through our kitchen's cabinets to stock up on cookies, lie down and wait for the show to start. ok,maybe not even remotely similar. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;award shows start pretty much the same way every time. the pre-show shows off the stars' gowns and tux's which the fashion police will later criticize. but what i like about pre-shows are that's where they narrate to you the production process and what you will be seeing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year, the floor of the stage was decorated like michaelangelo designed a plaza in Rome. A curtain made out of more than a thousand swarovski crystals, every crystal having a different cut, hung from the ceiling. The orchestra which played a modernized version of classics like moonriver, songs of sing sing sing and a whole lot more,&amp;nbsp; was taken out of the pit and placed in the stage. Beyond these preparations, the academy was obviously cost-cutting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;again like the grammy's, the oscar's showcased the mix of the old and the new generation of actors.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;OPENING ACT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WOW! Hugh jackman was sooo good. He basically sang a musicl parody of the best motion picture nominees, slum dog millionaire, milk, benjamin button, the wrestler, frost/nixon. And the coolest part was when he carried "surprised" yet scripted anne hathaway to the stage where jackman was frost and hathaway played nixon. Jackman's hosting was definetly different from the previous hostings, singing and dancing on stage as opposed to doing stand up comedy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;PRESENTATION OF THE NOMINEES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this was done only to the 5 best actress/actor andsupporting actress/actor. A collection of clips of the previous dead or alive winners of their category was shown. Then stars(twinkling stars) explode and the screen breaks to five, like an artwork, the broken screen shows 5 previous alive winners who will present the nominees and winners for the said category. The broken screen is lifted and the presentor walks forward. Each presentor was assigned to give a speech/chat/crack a joke to their assigned nominee and when everyone's through, the actor in the middle announce this year's winner. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And what is a better way to present the best motion picture nominees than having steven spielberg to do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MID-SHOW MUSICAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;this was the highlight of the show. hugh jackman singing about how the muscial is back. Consistent with the theme (classic made modern) jackman, with vanessa hudgens, zac efron, amanda seyfried, dominic cooper and beyonce, sang top hat, white tie and tails, big spender, singing in the rain, maria, you're the one I want, all that jazz, lady marmalade, one night only, you can't stop the beat,&amp;nbsp; last chance, at last, don't cry for me argentina, mamma mia, over the rainbow.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/video/item/36/Beyonce_Knowles_performs_with_Hugh_Jackman_at_OSCARS_2009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;WINNERS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;i never realized penelope cruz had such a thick spanish accent. between kate winslet and cruz, i really thought winslet would faint, she was trembling as she made her acceptance speech. and sean penn, of course the gay film always has an award. It's probably because films under this topic show so much emotion. And I couldn't believe how nervous I was for slumdog millionaire for the best motion picture, but they did win. the stars of slumdog millionaire cheered like kids everytime one of their cast/crew won that when they finally won as a whole, it was just so fun to see. in fact speilberg was lost in the sea of the cast and crew of slumdog during their acceptance speech. wall-e winning of course! heath ledger winning and his family accepting the award in behalf of matilda. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;UNFORGETTABLE MOMENTS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;tina fey and steve martin presenting- it was so natural that even if the didn't intend to make the audience laugh, well they did&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;jack black and jennifer anniston- how very awkward, not for the both of the them but because the cameras zoomed in on angelina jolie (black's co-star in kung fu panda) and brad pitt (ex-husband)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;amanda seyfried and robert pattinson- he still looked like a very pale bloodsucker. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;natalie portman and ben stiller- stiller dressed as joaquin phoenix&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tribute to jerry louis&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the animated film collection video. the one where wall-e chooses a video tape over the academy's trophy and after watching he's surprised to see that panda and the rest of the people in the video collection were watching too. the video ending with the roach winning&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;seth rogen, janusz kaminski and james franco video with franco stapling rogen&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;and one of the funniest moments: pattinson was sitting behind mickey rourke when rourke's nomination was announced, and he looked dead bored. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;PEOPLE.COM'S 10 MOST OUTRAGEOUS QUOTES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You look like you work in a Hasidic meth lab." &lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Natalie Portman,&lt;/b&gt; to Ben Stiller &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Has anybody ever fainted here? Because I might be the first one."&lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Penélope Cruz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Say whatever is on your mind because you know we have a seven-second delay. But if you win, we switch to a 20-minute delay." &lt;br&gt;– Host &lt;b&gt;Hugh Jackman,&lt;/b&gt; to Best Actor nominee Mickey Rourke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"She's beautiful, and I love her, and she can like, adopt me if she wants to."&lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Miley Cyrus,&lt;/b&gt; on Best Actress nominee Angelina Jolie, to E! host Ryan Seacrest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Don't fall in love with me." &lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Steve Martin&lt;/b&gt; to Tina Fey, playing out their own form of a soap opera while presenting Best Screenplay Adaptation &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I had to become a vampire to find the right woman." &lt;br&gt;– &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; star &lt;b&gt;Robert Pattinson,&lt;/b&gt; presenting a montage of romantic moments in the year's films &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Think I could make this into a pipe?"&lt;br&gt;– &lt;em&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/em&gt; star &lt;b&gt;Seth Rogen,&lt;/b&gt; marveling at the Oscar statuette in a skit with famed cinematographer Janusz Kaminski and James Franco (not pictured) about the year's comedy films &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"On set they can be your mother, your father, even your therapist. They can even manage hostage negotiations when a certain actor is having trouble coming out of their trailer. Not that I'm speaking about myself. But you know who you are, Ben Stiller." &lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Reese Witherspoon,&lt;/b&gt; praising the leadership of directors before presenting the Best Director Oscar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"How did he do it? How for so many years did Sean Penn get all those jobs playing straight men?" &lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Robert De Niro&lt;/b&gt;, introducing Penn's Best Actor nomination as gay politican Harvey Milk &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I want to be very clear that I do know how hard I make it to appreciate me, often." &lt;br&gt;– &lt;b&gt;Sean Penn&lt;/b&gt;, referring to his reputation as being notoriously difficult, while accepting the Best Actor award for &lt;em&gt;Milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;at the end, the academy showed a list of the upcoming movies everyone should look forward to watching this year:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sherlock holmes&lt;br&gt;public enemies&lt;br&gt;julie and julia&lt;br&gt;funny people&lt;br&gt;the soloist&lt;br&gt;up&lt;br&gt;fame&lt;br&gt;terminator salvation&lt;br&gt;500 days of summer&lt;br&gt;amelia&lt;br&gt;whatever works&lt;br&gt;inglorious basterds&lt;br&gt;night at the museum2&lt;br&gt;monsters vs. aliens&lt;br&gt;harry potter and the hald lood prine&lt;br&gt;angels and demons&lt;br&gt;old dogs&lt;br&gt;ice age: dawn of the dinosaurs&lt;br&gt;the boat that rocked&lt;br&gt;an education&lt;br&gt;state of play&lt;br&gt;imagine that&lt;br&gt;g-gorce-hamster in bolt&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm hungry and want sweet corn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/19343004-1172272570228245437?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5762110912764868074</id><published>2009-02-23T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:33:00.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad cat news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kyo's sick!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i feel like crying...&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he's our grumpiest, grouchiest,smartest, most intelligent and most OC cat... so i identify myself with him...&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there's a story behind his OC-ness. an ugly duckling story that is. he was the only survivor among KL's (kambing-lambing's) kitties and he's months older than yuki and shigure (that's why he's called kyo, because we had no idea chribrit was pregnant and kyo's the name of the cat in fruits basket). he was so ugly because he was thin and had exopthalmia. we always thought he would die or KL would eat him, but chribrit took him under her wing (or paw for this matter) and he survived. as he grew older, he fattened up and his exopthalmia became less obvious until it was completely "healed". but as he grew more handsome, he bec&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ame more concious of himself, licking himself everytime someone touches him until it came to the point where he wouldn't let us touch him. but still.. we love him. we love teasing him that we were coming near, attempting to touch him and he would get angry, glare at us and just take out his paw ready to defend his rights.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he's like garfield except he's cleaner and lazier. he looooveeesss good food. he knows when it's expensive and when it's cheap.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;even if we seldom touch or play with him (because he won't let us touch his clean and groomed fur), he's still my favorite among our cats. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now, he just lays there. and we know he's sick because he doesn't mind us touching him. and the cat who had a big appetite would stare at his food because he can't eat. we k&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now he's hungry because he attempts to eat, but once food hits his throat he automatically throws up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you may think this is a useless blog, but you don't know how much respect we have for this cat and the rest of his clan or how attached we are to our pets (including energizer and the rest of the bunnies). he knows when we're just bluffing or when it's real. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me---my cats&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would have to be in trouble to achieve that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's just so troubling. now i know how my sister felt when my dad ran over mufasa..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i open people.com and see "the clintons bid farewell to socks the cat" and think, is this a sign? to end this post, i'm putting a picture in the memory of socks the cat and pray that i won't be doing this for kyo soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaFKwgoKCtAAAAJPfTw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaFKwgoKCtAAAAJPfTw1/socks.jpg?et=4rdtCR7NIYRW2JvAQ2RlIA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-5762110912764868074?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5553535616290859937</id><published>2009-02-22T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:41:48.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad cat news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kyo's sick!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i feel like crying...&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he's our grumpiest, grouchiest,smartest, most intelligent and most OC cat... so i identify myself with him...&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there's a story behind his OC-ness. an ugly duckling story that is. he was the only survivor among KL's (kambing-lambing's) kitties and he's months older than yuki and shigure (that's why he's called kyo, because we had no idea chribrit was pregnant and kyo's the name of the cat in fruits basket). he was so ugly because he was thin and had exopthalmia. we always thought he would die or KL would eat him, but chribrit took him under her wing (or paw for this matter) and he survived. as he grew older, he fattened up and his exopthalmia became less obvious until it was completely "healed". but as he grew more handsome, he bec&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ame more concious of himself, licking himself everytime someone touches him until it came to the point where he wouldn't let us touch him. but still.. we love him. we love teasing him that we were coming near, attempting to touch him and he would get angry, glare at us and just take out his paw ready to defend his rights.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he's like garfield except he's cleaner and lazier. he looooveeesss good food. he knows when it's expensive and when it's cheap.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;even if we seldom touch or play with him (because he won't let us touch his clean and groomed fur), he's still my favorite among our cats. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now, he just lays there. and we know he's sick because he doesn't mind us touching him. and the cat who had a big appetite would stare at his food because he can't eat. we k&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now he's hungry because he attempts to eat, but once food hits his throat he automatically throws up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you may think this is a useless blog, but you don't know how much respect we have for this cat and the rest of his clan or how attached we are to our pets (including energizer and the rest of the bunnies). he knows when we're just bluffing or when it's real. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me---my cats&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would have to be in trouble to achieve that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's just so troubling. now i know how my sister felt when my dad ran over mufasa..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i open people.com and see "the clintons bid farewell to socks the cat" and think, is this a sign? to end this post, i'm putting a picture in the memory of socks the cat and pray that i won't be doing this for kyo soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaFKwgoKCtAAAAJPfTw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaFKwgoKCtAAAAJPfTw1/socks.jpg?et=4rdtCR7NIYRW2JvAQ2RlIA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19343004-5553535616290859937?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/5553535616290859937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=5553535616290859937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5553535616290859937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5553535616290859937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-cat-news_22.html' title='bad cat news'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-464390594970815175</id><published>2009-02-11T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:23:34.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong with what i said?</title><content type='html'>there's this company which is having a calling spree once again with our high school yearbook.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so they called me twice. both times i was sleeping and my mom and helper had to wake me up because they thought it was an important phone call... the second call was an hour ago with me voiceless, weak and really sick&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the first call (male) was alright, but the second (female) was pretty interesting. the female caller said the exact same thing as the male caller with a twist:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(all of the lines in CAPS LOCK was the lines the female and male caller said)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;caller: HI IS THIS KRIZIA LOUISE ORDONA&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: yes, who's this?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;caller: YOU DON'T KNOW ME PERSONALLY BUT I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE AN ALUMNI OF ST SCHO MARIKINA?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: yes, i am&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;caller: OK, THIS IS A BUSINESS CALL, IS THIS A GOOD TIME?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me (to the female caller): oh, someone already called me and I'm really not interested&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;female caller (trying to challenge me): what's the name of the company?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: i can't remember&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;female caller (sounding irate): then how can you be sure?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: you have the same script&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;female caller: whatever&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*toot toot toot toot*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i told my mom the story, and she said "ikaw kasi masyado kang----" she stopped... and so now i'm wondering if I actually said something wrong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to my defense, i have 2 points:&lt;br&gt;1. don't these companies have a checklist of whom they've already contacted? i mean come on, no means no.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. what's so "business"-y with saying "whatever" and putting down the phone with a hint of a tantrum in it? I mean she was the one who said it was a business call, why did she seem irate/ offended that someone from their company had already contacted me? so much for professionalism&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;don't whatever me. that's my line. whatever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so was it wrong to say that "they were scripted"? I don't have the best memory but I do remember the lines because both calls woke me from a good sleep. RAR. hahaha&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/19343004-464390594970815175?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/464390594970815175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=464390594970815175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/464390594970815175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/464390594970815175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-wrong-with-what-i-said.html' title='what&amp;#39;s wrong with what i said?'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-2193552428180088993</id><published>2009-02-11T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:54:55.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51st grammy awards</title><content type='html'>the "the view" girls were right. it was a complete mix of generations. artists from different timelines sang together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;here are a few of the performances/presentations/winnings i enjoyed:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;taylor swift-miley cyrus: when i heard the commentator that they would be next, i was like, "oh great, the two divas" but i was really intrigued so i waited and actually enjoyed their duet which showed that swift was the better singer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;jonas brothers and stevie wonder: wow! burnin' up and superstition. although i thought one of the jo bros forgot the lyrics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;carrie underwood: underwood doing rock. it was cool although i couldn't understand a word she was singing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;jennifer hudson: tear jerking performance. but of course the knowledge of the recent tragedy made the audience cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;estelle and kanye: american boiiiiiii... the man diva didn't make a scene. rephrase. the 10-time grammy award winner didn't make a scene&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;jt and t-pain: finally! "dead and gone" that's the title&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lil wayne and rob thicke: unexpected tandem&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;al green: moon river&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MIA: ready to pop..yep she was due that day, but heck even i would postpone the birth of my kid to attend the grammy's&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;katy perry had an interesting performance too... it was well, colorful&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;coldplay.. i'm not so sure about their neon colored jackets. but what the hell, they won 2 awards&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;adele winning the best new artist was shocking. i think everyone expected the jonas brothers to win.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;whitney houston--- looked toasted, wasted and all the eds in the world that could describe here weird presence which was supposed to be her comeback&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kid rock ruled! enough said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and last but not the least (and my favorite part of the show) was the collaboration of justin timberlake with al green, keith urban and boys II men singing "let's stay together". It was the coolest mix considering it was a last minute (rather, last two hours) addition to the program what with all the chris brown-rihanna drama going on. the story according to the grammy's coordinator was when rihanna called to inform them that she would be a no-show because of an "accident" and minutes later, chris brown called that he couldn't make it, the coordinator went to timberlake's dressing room to ask if he could give green a ring. and lo and behold, he was in the tub. so "rub a dub dub, al in a tub" they had to transport him through a golf cart because of the traffic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now for the chris brown-rihanna incident that makes me (for some reason) really sad, hmmm.. no comment? not that they need one. but i guess we have to wait for their story before we could judge.   &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/19343004-2193552428180088993?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/2193552428180088993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=2193552428180088993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2193552428180088993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2193552428180088993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/02/51st-grammy-awards.html' title='51st grammy awards'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3250114444637188963</id><published>2009-02-10T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:42:53.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51st grammy awards</title><content type='html'>the "the view" girls were right. it was a complete mix of generations because the artists from different timelines sang together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;here are a few of the performances/presentations/winnings i enjoyed:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;taylor swift-miley cyrus&lt;/span&gt;: when i heard the commentator that they would be next, i was like, "oh great, the two divas" but i was really intrigued so i waited and actually enjoyed their duet which showed that swift was the better singer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;jonas brothers and stevie wonder:&lt;/span&gt; wow! burnin' up and superstition. although i thought one of the jo bros forgot the lyrics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;carrie underwood:&lt;/span&gt; underwood doing rock? it was cool although i couldn't understand a word she was singing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;jennifer hudson: &lt;/span&gt;tear jerking performance. but of course the knowledge of the recent tragedy made the audience cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;estelle and kanye:&lt;/span&gt; american boiiiiiii... the man diva didn't make a scene. rephrase. the 10-time grammy award winner didn't make a scene&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;jt and ti:&lt;/span&gt; finally! "dead and gone" that's the title&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;lil wayne and rob thicke:&lt;/span&gt; what an unexpected tandem&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;al green:&lt;/span&gt; singing moon river while duffy singing something else (forgot the title eh)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;MIA:&lt;/span&gt; ready to pop..yep she was due that day, but heck even i would postpone the birth of my kid to attend the grammy's&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;katy perry&lt;/span&gt; had an interesting performance too... it was well, colorful&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;coldplay:&lt;/span&gt; i'm not so sure about their neon colored jackets. but what the hell, they won 2 awards&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;adele&lt;/span&gt; winning the best new artist was shocking. i think everyone expected the jonas brothers to win.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;whitney houston&lt;/span&gt;--- looked toasted, wasted and all the eds in the world that could describe here weird presence which was supposed to be her comeback. she looked gorgeous and sophisticated--- until she opened her mouth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;kid rock ruled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; enough said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and last but not the least (and my favorite part of the show) was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;collaboration of justin timberlake with al green, keith urban and boys II men&lt;/span&gt; singing "let's stay together". It was the coolest mix considering it was a last minute (rather, last two hours) addition to the program what with all the chris brown-rihanna drama going on. the story according to the grammy's coordinator was when rihanna called to inform them that she would be a no-show because of an "accident" and minutes later, chris brown called that he couldn't make it, the coordinator went to timberlake's dressing room to ask if he could give Green a ring. and lo and behold, he was in the tub. so "rub a dub dub, al in a tub" they had to transport him through a golf cart because of the traffic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now for the chris brown-rihanna incident that makes me (for some reason) really sad, hmmm.. no comment? not that they need one. but i guess we have to wait for their story before we could judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19343004-3250114444637188963?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3250114444637188963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3250114444637188963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3250114444637188963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3250114444637188963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/02/51st-grammy-awards_10.html' title='51st grammy awards'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-2538641906820259641</id><published>2009-01-25T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:15:50.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops.too bad..haha</title><content type='html'>so last Saturday i had my first and last 6am-2pm shift for the whole month of January... add the fact that it was my sister's birthday so I had to go to the mall to do some shopping! at last! but as i punched out, my throat was sore... again! i had to buy strepsils but since we didn't carry that product i decided to buy in the mercury beside the hospital. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walk in to find myself interrupting  a group conversation including the PAs and the pharmacists. they all look up and i wanted to feel embarrassed but the feeling was interrupted when the PA in front of me turned... he was asking me what i wanted but all i could think of was "ang gwapo naman nito"... he was soooooo goodlooking that i was ready to call him oliver even if it weren't his name (yes ikai and nikki, ganun siya kagwapo for me) and for people who actually know me, mahirap akong iplease pagdating sa ganun. so i sheepishly say, &lt;br&gt;"strepsils?" &lt;br&gt;"anong flavor?"&lt;br&gt;"uhhhmmm.."&lt;br&gt;"may mint, honey lemon--"&lt;br&gt;"mint."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then i scrammbled to get out of the place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then yesterday, one of the humdrum-slash-i'm-so-tired moments dawned on me when a group of out-patients suddenly came. and there he suddenly was. i got the privilege to serve me. yes! then the tables were turned&lt;br&gt;"sir, may i help you?"&lt;br&gt;"..." (he just stared blankly)&lt;br&gt;"sir? magkasakasama ba kayo?" (pointing to the other opd's)&lt;br&gt;"..." (he negated with a nod)&lt;br&gt;"so?"&lt;br&gt;"maternity pads?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I scrambled to make a charge slip then I shut up. my dutymate said:&lt;br&gt;"alamo ba, PA yun sa mercury"&lt;br&gt;"oo nga siya yung sobrang gwapo dun" &lt;br&gt;"oo nga, nakita mo na pala yun"&lt;br&gt;"kahapon lang, bumili kasi ako ng strepsils. pagtingin ko sabi ko ang gwapo naman nito"&lt;br&gt;then we started squealing like high school girls crushing on a heartrob. &lt;br&gt;"bakit kaya dito siya bumibili?"&lt;br&gt;"oo nga eh, andyan lang naman ang rob sa tabi natin"&lt;br&gt;"ano ba binili niya sayo?"&lt;br&gt;"maternity pads"&lt;br&gt;---stopped-----&lt;br&gt;me: "yuckkkkkk, may anak na siya!"&lt;br&gt;"malay mo pinabili lang sa kanya yun... tignan natin kung nakaconfine dito yung patient"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he came back to get the product and exchage charge slips with us. and my dutymate went out to check if he would ride the elevator. and he did!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: "may anak na siya...huhu"&lt;br&gt;"hindi yan, malay mo pinabili lang sa kanya ng pamangkin niya"&lt;br&gt;"in denial?"&lt;br&gt;"hindi yannn, di siya yung may nanganak.."&lt;br&gt;"yeah right.. dapat pala tinanong natin yung mga NA kung may gwapong lalaki sa floor nila at kung me asawa nga siya... shit, dapat tinignan mo kung may ring!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;talk about being judgemental...hahaha.... it was fun while it lasted. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&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/19343004-2538641906820259641?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/2538641906820259641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=2538641906820259641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2538641906820259641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2538641906820259641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/oopstoo-badhaha.html' title='oops.too bad..haha'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8002909920881989578</id><published>2009-01-21T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:29:04.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wouldn't it be cool to be a first daughter?</title><content type='html'>with all the craze about obama's inauguration, jenna and barbara bush wrote an open letter to the new first daughters of the US:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB123239885943895155.html?mod=rss_Today%27s_Most_Popular"&gt;http://online.wsj.com/article/SB123239885943895155.html?mod=rss_Today%27s_Most_Popular&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PLAYING HOUSE IN THE WHITE HOUSE&lt;br&gt;by jenna and barbara bush&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Sasha and Malia, we were seven when our beloved grandfather was sworn in as the 41st President of the United States. We stood proudly on the platform, our tiny hands icicles, as we lived history. We listened intently to the words spoken on Inauguration Day service, duty, honor. But being seven, we didn't quite understand the gravity of the position our Grandfather was committing to. We watched as the bands marched by -- the red, white, and blue streamers welcoming us to a new role: the family members of a President.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We also first saw the White House through the innocent, optimistic eyes of children. We stood on the North Lawn gazing with wonder at her grand portico. The White House was alive with devoted and loving people, many of whom had worked in her halls for decades. Three of the White House ushers, Buddy, Ramsey, and "Smiley", greeted us when we stepped into her intimidating hallway. Their laughter and embraces made us feel welcome right away. Sasha and Malia, here is some advice to you from two sisters who have stood where you will stand and who have lived where you will live:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Surround yourself with loyal friends. They'll protect and calm you and join in on some of the fun, and appreciate the history.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- If you're traveling with your parents over Halloween, don't let it stop you from doing what you would normally do. Dress up in some imaginative, elaborate costume (if you are like us a pack of Juicy Fruit and a Vampiress) and trick-or-treat down the plane aisle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- If you ever need a hug, go find Ramsey. If you want to talk football, look for Buddy. And, if you just need a smile, look for "Smiley."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- And, a note on White House puppies--our sweet puppy Spot was nursed on the lawn of the White House. And then of course, there's Barney, who most recently bit a reporter. Cherish your animals because sometimes you'll need the quiet comfort that only animals can provide.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- Slide down the banister of the solarium, go to T-ball games, have swimming parties, and play Sardines on the White House lawn. Have fun and enjoy your childhood in such a magical place to live and play.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- When your dad throws out the first pitch for the Yankees, go to the game.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- In fact, go to anything and everything you possibly can: the Kennedy Center for theater, State Dinners, Christmas parties (the White House staff party is our favorite!), museum openings, arrival ceremonies, and walks around the monuments. Just go. Four years goes by so fast, so absorb it all, enjoy it all!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For four years, we spent our childhood holidays and vacations in the historic house. We could almost feel the presence of all the great men and women who had lived here before us. When we played house, we sat behind the East sitting room's massive curtains as the light poured in illuminating her yellow walls. Our seven-year-old imaginations soared as we played in the enormous, beautiful rooms; our dreams, our games, as romantic as her surroundings. At night, the house sang us quiet songs through the chimneys as we fell asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In late December, when snow blanketed the front lawn, all of our cousins overtook the White House. Thirteen children between the ages of two and 12 ran throughout her halls, energized by the crispness in the air and the spirit of the season. Every room smelled of pine; the entire house was adorned with thistle; garlands wound around every banister. We sat on her grand staircase and spied on the holiday dancing below. Hours were spent playing hide-and-go-seek. We used a stage in the grand ballroom to produce a play about Santa and his reindeer. We watched as the National Christmas Tree was lit and admired the chef as he put the final icing on the gingerbread house.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When it was time, we left the White House. We said our goodbyes to her and to Washington. We weren't sure if we would spend time among her historical walls again, or ever walk the National Mall, admiring the cherry blossoms that resembled puffs of cotton candy. But we did return. This time we were 18. The White House welcomed us back and there is no doubt that it is a magical place at any age.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="insetContent embedType-image imageFormat-arbitrary"&gt;&lt;div class="insetTree" style="width: 555px;"&gt;&lt;div class="insettipUnit" style="width: 555px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;As older girls, we were constantly inspired by the amazing people we met, politicians and great philosophers like Vaclav Havel. We dined with royalty, heads of states, authors, and activists. We even met the Queen of England and managed to see the Texas Longhorns after they won the National Championship. We traveled with our parents to foreign lands and were deeply moved by what we saw. Trips to Africa inspired and motivated us to begin working with HIV/AIDS and the rights of women and children all over the world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, the White House ballrooms were filled with energy and music as we danced. The East sitting room became a peaceful place to read and study. We ran on the track in the front lawn, and squared off in sisterly bowling duels down in the basement alley.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This Christmas, with the enchanting smell of the holidays encompassing her halls, we will again be saying our good-byes to the White House. Sasha and Malia, it is your turn now to fill the White House with laughter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And finally, although it's an honor and full of so many extraordinary opportunities, it isn't always easy being a member of the club you are about to join. Our dad, like yours, is a man of great integrity and love; a man who always put us first. We still see him now as we did when we were seven: as our loving daddy. Our Dad, who read to us nightly, taught us how to score tedious baseball games. He is our father, not the sketch in a paper or part of a skit on TV. Many people will think they know him, but they have no idea how he felt the day you were born, the pride he felt on your first day of school, or how much you both love being his daughters. So here is our most important piece of advice: remember who your dad really is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenna Bush is a writer and educator, the author of the book&lt;/em&gt; 'Ana's Story' &lt;em&gt;and the co-author, with her mother Laura Bush, of the picture book&lt;/em&gt; 'Read All About It.'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbara Bush works for a public health-focused non-profit, Global Health Corps, and previously worked for The Smithsonian's Cooper-Hewitt National Design Museum.&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="6"&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; i don't think bush was a bad president at all, probably unlucky that recession struck the US on his term... i think he didn't have a choice with going to war... well, staying in war he probably had to rethink...  but what's done was done... and will one day be history... =)   &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/19343004-8002909920881989578?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8002909920881989578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8002909920881989578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8002909920881989578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8002909920881989578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/wouldn-it-be-cool-to-be-first-daughter.html' title='wouldn&amp;#39;t it be cool to be a first daughter?'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8658986946732726155</id><published>2009-01-16T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:18:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leo leo leo</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from shoti...just got the leo part..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LEO &lt;/span&gt;- The Boss (July 23 - Aug 22)&lt;br&gt;Very organized. Need order in their lives - like being in control. -- OC!!&lt;br&gt;Like boundaries. -- THAT'S WHY I MAKE MY OWN RULES&lt;br&gt;Tend to take over everything. Bossy. -- FOR REAL? BOSSY TALAGA AKO?&lt;br&gt;Like to help Others. -HELPFUL PALA AKO EH... MINSAN TOO MUCH?&lt;br&gt;Social and outgoing. Extroverted. Generous, warm-hearted. -- WHEN I WANT TO BE...&lt;br&gt;Sensitive. --SORRY NOT TRUE&lt;br&gt;Creative energy. --DYNASTAT&lt;br&gt;Full of themselves. --EGOMANIAC&lt;br&gt;Loving. -- NIKKI, EVEN THE CARE BEARS DON'T CARE? QUOTE MO YUN DIBA.. HAHAHA&lt;br&gt;Doing the right thing is important to Leos. --RIGHTEOUS MUCH?&lt;br&gt;Attractive. -GORGEOUS..HAHAHA...AND BACK TO FULL OF THEMSELVES.&lt;br&gt;13 years of bad luck if you do not forward. -YEAH YEAH WHATEVER&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&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/19343004-8658986946732726155?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8658986946732726155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8658986946732726155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8658986946732726155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8658986946732726155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/leo-leo-leo.html' title='leo leo leo'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-1357683240822421970</id><published>2009-01-14T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:03:16.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yey me! again! and yey another person too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yuck, i've had an express cash atm card since i was first year college but opening my own express teller international account mad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;e me feel more mature...although blo&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gging about it makes me immature right back again..hahaha..but i don't care... it's a debit card with my hard earned money in it where you can use as an eps (i don't know what it stands for but it basically means that like a credit card, some establishments accept it as a form of payment) hahahaha... and while i was having my card process&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ed, they offered me an instant application for a credit card... too bad their first (and the only requirement i did not pass) requirement was i had to be at &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;least 21 years old... tsk tsk... hahaha.. my age'&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s holding me back..&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SW17VgoKCtAAAFzyZVA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SW17VgoKCtAAAFzyZVA1/atm.jpg?et=pDRWjm61ZNh9slM3gFSBmQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SW17VgoKCtAAAFzyZVA1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SW17VgoKCtAAAFzyZVA1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;and to news that makes me so proud to be her friend, bow down to my hs friend cathe for scoring the cover page (tama ba?) of a new magazine that will be launched this month: art in site... mahal nga lang siya kaya hanggang internet lang ako (but i really do want to check out to exhibit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; that would be soooo cool!hahaha) ayun check it out nalang sa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SW17VgoKCtAAAFzyZVA1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artinsitemagazine.com"&gt;artinsitemagazine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;sneak peak (pde ba to? baka makasuhan ako)&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SW18NQoKCtAAAH3BLzk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SW18NQoKCtAAAH3BLzk1/cathe.jpg?et=FwJVGeEqLUwdalag0D7qMQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;quick story.. i remember when we were seatmates in mechtilde for 2 quarters or 3, i asked her to just simply write "health" on my health notebook... and fifteen minutes later (after our health class, oo di kami nakinig kay dugang nun), what i thought would just say: HEALTH said:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SW1-6QoKCtAAAF7DMFE1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SW1-6QoKCtAAAF7DMFE1/PIC-0040.jpg?et=bbG0c95UkX%2BxzrK6A%2BOqCA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;she made this amazing cover (with my name looking like a total trash) oh diba, butterflies na talaga siya.. oh well.... cathe, you make me so proud to at least know yah...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps: tsk tsk... cathe, you made me open my health notebook again and remind me of how much i love psychology...hahahaha..bakit ba kasi di ako nagpsych?!?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;wanna be a doctor all over again&lt;/font&gt;.. hahaha&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/19343004-1357683240822421970?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/1357683240822421970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=1357683240822421970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1357683240822421970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1357683240822421970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/yey-me-again-and-yey-another-person-too.html' title='yey me! again! and yey another person too!'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-540171900204019692</id><published>2009-01-08T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:56:44.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm a blair and i just don't care</title><content type='html'>"cold cold cold" -nikki&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"cold-hearted bitch!"-kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"blair!"-nikki&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"i don't care!" -me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahahaha... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;whatever nikki, magonline ka na kasi! pinipigilan pa oh&lt;br&gt;----&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dapat pala irecord na, bernice and i met up yesterday at megamall to exchange our christmas gifts... ayun lang, sa dami ng kwento, we totally forgot to take a picture... ohwell, nagmamadali na rin kami kasi parehas kaming 2pm ang duty...hahaha... love love the scrapbook and lipstick! hahahaha... mature up na daw kami... doy!&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/19343004-540171900204019692?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/540171900204019692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=540171900204019692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/540171900204019692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/540171900204019692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-blair-and-i-just-don-care.html' title='i think i&amp;#39;m a blair and i just don&amp;#39;t care'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4826974017899835666</id><published>2009-01-05T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:19:26.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mahiwagang pirma ni doc Q</title><content type='html'>if you aren't a graduate of ust- bs pharmacy, you won't get the first half of this blog..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so 10am-10pm duty.. same same only longer hours. when an OPD patient came, and out of habit i checked out the doctor's signature first. looks familiar... check his name, peter quilala, sounds familiar, looked at his s2 number, i know this number! kidding, hahahahah...it ended with seeing pfq's name and there i thought it would be easy. it's a long story so to make it short keywords nalang&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;morphine 5mg tab-10mg tab&lt;br&gt;countersign&lt;br&gt;angry dr. dizon for my wrong dialing&lt;br&gt;didn't find pfq&lt;br&gt;found doc mina to have a signature specimen&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;----&lt;br&gt;i feel so numb na... if you know the manhid me before i'm worse this way. i have lost the will to care--about anything and everything.. in fact i'm bothered that i am not bothered at all. it's just blank..everything's blank and a no brainer for me these days. it's hard to tell what i'm feeling because i don't feel a damn thing.. weird yet familiar. i forgot how it's like to feel excited/nostalgic/nervous/mad/irritated. oh well, probably the reason why you haven't seen much of me lately. or know much of me..huh? nonsense. hahaha...probably not totally true because of composing blogs, but technically i'm talking/writing to myself by making one.. again with the nonsense.. ohwell bye! (bye me? bye who?)&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/19343004-4826974017899835666?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4826974017899835666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=4826974017899835666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4826974017899835666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4826974017899835666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/mahiwagang-pirma-ni-doc-q.html' title='mahiwagang pirma ni doc Q'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8970440234558114851</id><published>2009-01-04T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:10:47.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dec 31, 2008- jan1, 2009: GO ON GIRL (the new year blog straight from the pharmacy) </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s hard to believe that it has been months ago since I have been listening to Go On Girl (Ne-Yo) with Ken sharing the green earphones of my ipaQ while playing poker (or was it tong-its) with Miguel and Lynyrd. Yeah, it has been that long. Now, they’re on the road to prepping themselves to becoming doctors, while I have just recently chosen a totally different path. Things change, people change, and we just have to grow up and adapt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been the quite eventful year. Graduating-becoming a registered pharmacist (technically not true)- my first minimum paying job. Not to mention having one of the most heart-wrenching holidays in so many years. Watching people die (technically not true too) on my watch, seeing the relatives try to get a grip of their emotions on Christmas day/new year’s eve (literally). But then again how many patients had left the walls of this hospital feeling better? And even if we don’t have direct interaction with them, I’d like to think that I have a part in making them better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Broken’s now playing, and I’m checking for the pyrotechnique effects in the sky- or at least scanning for stars. Stars we can wish upon for a better us this coming year. Stars that can make us move on with our past lives, leaving them to be the better memories and start making new ones. Stars you can count your blessings as well as your tragedies. Stars you can count your friends and the people who have been not so kind to you too… but the sky is spotless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"&gt;Now, I’m stuck in this now familiar place listening to RX’s year-end countdown. I’d like to think that just like how that there will be a totally different countdown next year, we will have a new story to write. And to that- cheers!&lt;/span&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/19343004-8970440234558114851?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8970440234558114851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8970440234558114851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8970440234558114851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8970440234558114851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/dec-31-2008-jan1-2009-go-on-girl-new.html' title='dec 31, 2008- jan1, 2009: GO ON GIRL (the new year blog straight from the pharmacy) '/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4125946878220463480</id><published>2008-12-14T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:40:54.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella owns a Mac?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i know this entry will cost me. Probably twilight fanatics will hunt me down and eat me alive after reading this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oh my God! I couldn’t believe I was watching it… after being a total loser who read the book, I waited for 2weeks after the opening night to go to the movie theater&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and watch it… alone!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It was like watching a CHEAP indie film…no, wait-- it was worse than watching a cheap indie film… the flashbacks were like watching a documentary of a crime scene… heck, discovery channel’s crime shows were better than this movie..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And what is with the nodding? And their (edward and bella's) jaws.. there was a moment in the film where I want to unhinge bella’s jaw and move it myself… and the batting of the eyes… were her eyes supposed to bat that much? I mean seriously… she didn’t even seem to be flirting with Edward whenever she did that…and what is with the flying? And the chase, that was it? Where was the part where &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; had tons of visions? And the mind reading part, they didn’t give much emphasis on that..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;If my eyes could bleed at that moment, they probably had a hemorrhage after the first 30 minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rather, I would have enjoyed poking my eyes out so I could stop watching… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And the tandem, wow, it’s so… arrggg… they gave a new meaning to awkward (thank you pao&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and van) for the right word.. wait-- Individually, they were ok…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It’s probably just the OC me or my impossibly high standards who wants the movie to have nailed the novel down to the most minute detail, but maaan... Even harry potter (the first movie) pleased me, so why couldn’t this film have the same effect? I’m sorry but the movie didn’t give the novel justice…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And spidermonkey? really? did edward really say that in the book? i can't remember.. if he did, it sounded better in my head.. no, wait, the whole novel sounded better in my head..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;After an hour, it felt like it was the longest film I’ve watched in a long time…well, it’s probably my newest Norbit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It’s probably half of meyer’s fault for being new in the business and all that-- selling the novel short for a low-budgeted film. Even &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Terabithia&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; had budget for better effects.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But amidst all my hate for it, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is one part that I enjoyed&lt;/span&gt;... the baseball game.. that was impressive.. And Michael Welch captured newton's character perfectly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i want a remake! (preferably under Bruckheimer productions)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;or we can just wait and see what damage control the next director will manage to conjure up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;here's a movie to watch: Bolt!!! complete with effects... love love love mittens!=)&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/19343004-4125946878220463480?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4125946878220463480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=4125946878220463480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4125946878220463480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4125946878220463480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/12/bella-owns-mac.html' title='Bella owns a Mac?'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8148640814890274227</id><published>2008-12-03T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:53:56.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah humbug!</title><content type='html'>the little scrooge in me is once again popping out...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at the same time with my allergies (puffy eyes, runny nose that is always in the brink of an anaphylactic shock.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no worries, epinephrine is near&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;careful, i'm showing. ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so the duties on christmas and new year's were released yesterday.. i SORT of picked my schedule. and after a series of whacked actions, i realized, pinatay ko sarili ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24: 2pm-10pm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10pm-6am: xmas eve celeb&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25: 6am-2pm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2pm: xmas celeb&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30, 31: 10pm-6am&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1: off&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;not to mention it'll be the first time to: &lt;br&gt;1. not go to the midnight mass on xmas eve&lt;br&gt;2. go to mass on xmas afternoon&lt;br&gt;3. not help with the cooking (that's a plus)&lt;br&gt;4. have an absolutely sleepless christmas&lt;br&gt;5. not to watch christmas cartoons while cooking&lt;br&gt;6. not go to mass in Sto Domingo on the 31st (parent's wedding anniv, tradition)&lt;br&gt;7. have money on christmas?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i said this should be a short blog. short blog kL!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;-&lt;br&gt;--&lt;br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;--&lt;br&gt;-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bah humbug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kL&lt;/span&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/19343004-8148640814890274227?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8148640814890274227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8148640814890274227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8148640814890274227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8148640814890274227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah-humbug.html' title='bah humbug!'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3958738602509996006</id><published>2008-11-19T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:30:13.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nang dahil sa araw, kumulay ang buhay ko</title><content type='html'>duty...toxic...SUPER TOXIC...toxic si jollibee eh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then my phone (globe) rang...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;number lang ang nagregister...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i excused myself then answered the call.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: sino ka? paano mo nakuha yung number ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me(thinking): huh? what the---- she's the one calling me and yet she's asking who i am?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me (out loud): huh? bakit po? sino ka din?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: bakit ka nagtext? (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ang tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: tinext kita? baka wrong send?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: oo tnxt mo ako... (she started reading what i texted everyone in my phonebook about my sun number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: baka nga wrong send... kasi sino ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: eh bakit ka nga nagtext? san mo nakuha number na to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: binaba ko yung phone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ring ring&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cancel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ring ring &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cancel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ring ring&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cancel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ring ring&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;arrrggggg&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i turned my phone off because it was too noisy and my phone had already hung. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;turn on again..i started texting... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: anong number po yung tnxt ko ng ganun...baka wrong send lang po ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: (gave me my own number) 0922*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: i mean san ko po nasend yung msg ko..anong number niyo na sinendan ko ng msg...because i'm sure i didn't do a texting spree...and i'm sure i didn't text anyone with a smart number (wala nang sense sinasabi ko diba? naiinis ako na natatawa na nagppanic na di maintindihan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: dun ka nagtext sa number ng husband ko..at un po ay hindi smart..un po ay sun network...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me:anong number yun? kasi puro mga sun number ng mga kaklase ko lang yung nakasave dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: but how come? nakapagtxt ka sa husband ko! at bakit ganyan na oras ka nagtext sa kanya? where did you get his number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: ano nga pong number yun? para matrace ko kung anong name yung nakasave dito..instant kaaway ba ito? i was just informing the people whose numbers have been saved in my phonebook na may bago akong number...tska sino ba husband mo? di ko naman siya kilala eh...eh there are like 3 guy's numbers saved here in my phone..bawal bang mawrong send? and nagtext ako sa mga tao ng 6am, e sa gising ako nun eh...pero promise, if you feel so insecure- trust me, I DON'T KNOW YOUR HUSBAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: shit! don't explain your side that way..at first you need to say sorry sa kagagahang gnawa mo...0922*******..jan ka nagtxt ng ganyan ka aga..and dats my husbands number! not mine...dats y i was damn surprised sa msg mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;(i honestly thought i was being pranked...dahil...wow..hahahahahaaha..nakakatawa lahat ng sinasabi niya at pagkasabi niya.. at first? oh tapos ngayon, ano na?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: if it will make you feel better about yourself, then sorry even if i don't think i owe you an apology. pero lahat naman ng tinext ko ok lang naman sa kanila na 6:30ish ako nagtext... ok, ria (college classmate) yung nagregister sa phone ko ng number ng "asawa mo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: ah ok..meaning to say..may number ka talaga sa kanya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: oo...pero ria nga yung nakasave dito...classmate ko siya nung college..baka binenta niya yung sim or yung phone niya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: di ah.. ako bumili ng sim card na un eh..to set my minds free...taga san ka cnu nagbigay sayo ng number ng asawa ko sau? kasi name ng husband ko RIAN eh..hindi ria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;(ilan ang minds mo? eh bakit paulit ulit lang pinaguusapan natin?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: di ko na maalala eh... honestly ngayon ko lang natext yung number na yan..kasi nagsend all lang ako kanina... ang saktong nakasave sa akin 'ria.sun.ust'..taga-cainta ako at taga-bulacan siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;**** arrived home..checked my phone..saw one missed call..and 2 msgs..never mind the first msg dahil finorward langniya sinabi ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nd msg said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hoy! kung sino kamang gago ka at ginugulo mo kami magingat ka kasi huhulihin kita! bat ayaw mo sagutin ang tawag ko! takot ka? Huhuliin kita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;****&lt;br&gt;after ten years&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;girl: ok..thank you so mch...apreciatd ur time&amp;effort to xplain ur side...nid 2 prepare na dn para work tom.godbless and gudnyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(past tense? so tapos na yung feeling? tas...close na tayo? oh and can i say...SABI KO SAYO EH?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: it's no problem to prove my innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dapat ako ang may last word..hahahaha...&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/19343004-3958738602509996006?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3958738602509996006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3958738602509996006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3958738602509996006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3958738602509996006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/11/nang-dahil-sa-araw-kumulay-ang-buhay-ko.html' title='nang dahil sa araw, kumulay ang buhay ko'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3299210494179126290</id><published>2008-11-19T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:34.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping dilemma...HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSNY1QoKCtAAAESjiCA1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;does anyone know where to....&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSNY1QoKCtAAAESjiCA1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSNY1QoKCtAAAESjiCA1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSNY1QoKCtAAAESjiCA1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSNY1QoKCtAAAESjiCA1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;find&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i can buy?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a BOX CLUTCH..hahahaha....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just like the one victory ford of lipstick jungle totes whenever she's in an event..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;here are a few pictures to give you an idea:&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSNeoAoKCtAAAEQ0wVo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSNeoAoKCtAAAEQ0wVo1/box-clutch4.jpg?et=ZR9jSmvQvQcwNkyOwol68g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSNbrAoKCtAAAAMDrdE1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSNbrAoKCtAAAAMDrdE1/box-clutch3.jpg?et=kyXUv1pKCx%2BsV%2Cid4%2C06Vg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSNbdAoKCtAAAH0Ido01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSNbdAoKCtAAAH0Ido01/box-clutch2.jpg?et=GQ3F6FkM5bCz%2BH6LS0haRg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSNZNwoKCtAAAEmJnMo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSNZNwoKCtAAAEmJnMo1/box-clutch.jpg?et=AonkjEyrEsOqnAyWhfnmiA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&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/19343004-3299210494179126290?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3299210494179126290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3299210494179126290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3299210494179126290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3299210494179126290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping-dilemmahelp.html' title='shopping dilemma...HELP!'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-6574498593113816380</id><published>2008-11-18T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:45:02.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yey me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;hahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so the deal breaker wassssss&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;qwerty keyboard&lt;br&gt;wifi ready&lt;br&gt;stylus and touch screen&lt;br&gt;just like my ipaq!&lt;br&gt;the qwerty keyboard&lt;br&gt;did i say the qwert keyboard already?&lt;br&gt;the qwerty keyboard&lt;br&gt;the one touch media player&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yeheyyyy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;soon to come, my sun number (it's about time! pati lolo ko, naka-sun na..ano ba yan...wait for my text soon).. oh and my globe number's up and running again! yippeeee...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yeah, it's as if i text a lot. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;-sgh i780&lt;/font&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/19343004-6574498593113816380?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6574498593113816380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=6574498593113816380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6574498593113816380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6574498593113816380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/11/yey-me_18.html' title='yey me!'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5728307211592336825</id><published>2008-11-18T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:45:01.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yey me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;hahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so the deal breaker wassssss&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;qwerty keyboard&lt;br&gt;wifi ready&lt;br&gt;stylus and touch screen&lt;br&gt;just like my ipaq!&lt;br&gt;the qwerty keyboard&lt;br&gt;did i say the qwert keyboard already?&lt;br&gt;the qwerty keyboard&lt;br&gt;the one touch media player&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yeheyyyy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;soon to come, my sun number (it's about time! pati lolo ko, naka-sun na..ano ba yan...wait for my text soon).. oh and my globe number's up and running again! yippeeee...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yeah, it's as if i text a lot. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;-sgh i780&lt;/font&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/19343004-5728307211592336825?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/5728307211592336825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=5728307211592336825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5728307211592336825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5728307211592336825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/11/yey-me.html' title='yey me!'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-321663033637088084</id><published>2008-11-17T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:07:17.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>until further noticE?</title><content type='html'>okkkkk...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my phone's literally kaput! well, half kaput.. i can receive incoming messages...but i can't send outgoing msgs... parang ang redundant na hindi na ewan... oh basta&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;consider me phoneless until further notice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but text me if you want to... i'll find a way to reply... =)&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/19343004-321663033637088084?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/321663033637088084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=321663033637088084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/321663033637088084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/321663033637088084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/11/until-further-notice.html' title='until further noticE?'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-7646352449548093218</id><published>2008-11-12T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:30:06.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks to monikachelle, i read my blog again..di naman niya dinala sa aking attention ung pagkaBABOY ng blog ko... pero i couldn't remember what i blogged about yesterday...at gusto kong pagtawanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(BOLD ALL CAPS) is the sign to look for&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so i treated myself with another sausage mcmuffin because of the 3-night-shifting-streak i had going on...3 nights down, 1 more to go! yeaahhhh..  i will ask them to spare me from any night duties next week... yehey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i went down mcdo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(WENT DOWN MCDO? WHAT THE HECK WALANG SENSE... went down at mcdo)&lt;/span&gt;... and started thinking about the things that were going on. again, you may think i'm a fool but mcdo marcos highway does have that effect...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i missed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(MISSED? THE FEELING IS/WAS GONE...miss) &lt;/span&gt;having the month-long trips to the south (cebu-surigao) or north (pagudpud-vigan) stopping at every town. taking time breathing in the culture. and then i suddenly wondered why everything (all of a sudden) started being about money,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(SUDDENLY-ALL OF A SUDDEN?! MAY SUDDENLY NA NGA MAY ALL OF A SUDDEN PA! HAHAHAHAHA...SARAP..REDUNDANT MUCH!)&lt;/span&gt; what the "next step" should be. or how to bring in the big-ger bucks! chaching!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ohwell that's life. we do become superficial at this age. hahahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayun lang naman...di ko naman masyadong binash ung sarili ko no?hahahahha..lesson learned: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wag magbblog pag bangag ka na! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-7646352449548093218?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/7646352449548093218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=7646352449548093218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7646352449548093218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7646352449548093218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/11/typos.html' title='typos'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-6053947124112976071</id><published>2008-11-11T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:50:24.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mcthoughts of mckL</title><content type='html'>so i treated myself with another sausage mcmuffin because of the 3-night-shifting-streak i had going on...3 nights down, 1 more to go! yeaahhhh..  i will ask them to spare me from any night duties next week... yehey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i went down mcdo... and started thinking about the things that were going on. again, you may think i'm a fool but mcdo marcos highway does have that effect...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i missed having the month-long trips to the south (cebu-surigao) or north (pagudpud-vigan) stopping at every town. taking time breathing in the culture. and then i suddenly wondered why everything (all of a sudden) started being about money, what the "next step" should be. or how to bring in the big-ger bucks! chaching!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ohwell that's life. we do become superficial at this age. hahahahaha&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/19343004-6053947124112976071?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6053947124112976071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=6053947124112976071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6053947124112976071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6053947124112976071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/11/mcthoughts-of-mckl.html' title='mcthoughts of mckL'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-788234336682061722</id><published>2008-10-28T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:28:53.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeoooowww. ROAR.</title><content type='html'>sunday. night shift.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;monday 6am. home. 12:30pm. back to the hospital. DOH meeting. 4pm. home. 10pm. night shift.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nice. real nice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so the DOH representative told me bakit naman ang bata mong nagwwork? ayan di ka tuloy pwedeng magduty magisa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so feeling frustrated, i said. "i'm as competent and as effective as my co-workers. age should not be a reason to hold me back from what i am capable of doing. so what kung 20 lang ako. the philippine law sucks."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the DOH was shocked. and i was immediately fired for disrespecting a government official.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yeah, i wish.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;true naman yung sinasabi niya eh. na dapat i should just stay home for a while. take my time. or at least have a plan. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tama rin ang sinabi niya, in her words "saling pusa" lang naman talaga ako dun. nahihilo ako twing tapos na ang duty ko. at ngayonn ko lang nabasa ung contract ko... oh did i mention, ngayon lang ako pumirma ng contract ko. i think it states that i should stay for a minimum of 2 years before i can resign after my probationary period which will end on february next year. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or at least that's what i think it said. i was so out of my mind, that i just stared and the labels  while waiting for my contract.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;plan. i need one. someone give me one. because right now my only plans are: have my hair curled permanently, watch twilight, and check if i could sell my ipaq and buy a new phone. &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/19343004-788234336682061722?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/788234336682061722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=788234336682061722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/788234336682061722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/788234336682061722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/10/meeoooowww-roar.html' title='meeoooowww. ROAR.'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5152688528670599964</id><published>2008-10-20T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:49:57.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it must be the uniform</title><content type='html'>what is it with me and random people who love to spill their deepest darkest secrets (more like problems)?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so after a definitely bangag night with the interns (who mind you are older than me), i decided to treat myself with my favorite breakfast meal in mcdo. so i went down a stop earlier from the hospital and started to walk to mcdo marcos highway. i did have a rough night, with the almost progressing anaphylactic reaction and my sleepless 30 hours was slowly passing by... imagine how much i wanted to wrap myself with my brown blanky and just lay my head on a pillow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so sausage egg mcmuffin there i went. (crap talk). i sat in one of those comfy nooks with dim lights and started to munch on my crispy hash brown. started toying with my psp then finally got tired. my thoughts strayed to how much i wanted to explain to everyone who would stop and stare and find me companyless that i wasn't the only one sitting alone. then it started to trail to how alone was fine blah blah the whole enchalada.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then all of a sudden an old man came to my sight distracting me. my ears were plugged with usher's what's your name when i realized he was talking to me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man: &lt;/span&gt;iha, uupo akong nakatalikod sa'yo ha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;cge po (all smiles and started biting again)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;man's phone suddenly rang. and because my sense of hearing was blocked by my earphones, it sounded like kapangpangan. when i later realized he was talking in english. the conversation ended. and the old man turned to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man: &lt;/span&gt;nurse ka iha?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; ay hindi po. pharma po ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man: &lt;/span&gt;ahhh.maganda magnurse ngayon, mabilis makapunta sa states&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;haha. oo nga po eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man:&lt;/span&gt; yun ung tumawag kanina, nurse un! mataas sweldo nila dun. $48 dollars per hour. mga pharmacists maganda din magtrabaho dun, un nga lang mas madali makapunta dun kapag nurse ka.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;oo nga po, mas madali lang talaga pag nurse&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man:&lt;/span&gt;2 courses na ung anak ko na un eh. nung una computer, kaso masyadong maraming radiation, kaya pinagnursing ko nalang&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; ahhh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;man's daughter came&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man:&lt;/span&gt; (to daughter) lipat tayo. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;they sat on the chairs next to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daughter: &lt;/span&gt;kuha lang ako syrup&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man:&lt;/span&gt; ung pamangkin ko, pharmacist sa ust naggraduate. kaso nakapagasawa ng koreano&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; (starting to get interested) ahhh talaga&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man:&lt;/span&gt; oo, ayun nasa korea na siya&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;pharmacist po siya dun&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man:&lt;/span&gt; oo dun siya nagppractice. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;ahhh ok&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man:&lt;/span&gt; yun ung anak ko rin yun. sa ibang nanay nga lang. oo sa ibang nanay&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;(not wanting to probe) ahh nurse din po siya? &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man: &lt;/span&gt;hindi hrm siya.ayaw niya nurse.. oo iba nanay nun. naloko ako nun (--tells story--)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; uhhhmm talaga?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man:&lt;/span&gt; oo police kasi ako dati.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; sa marikina?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man: &lt;/span&gt;hindi sa krame ako dati (--tells story--)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;(almost tempted to change the subject by asking whether he knew castillejos) ahh, kaya no pong solusyunan ang problema niyo tay. pde niyo pong (--give advice--)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man:&lt;/span&gt; salamat&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;daughter comes back&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man: &lt;/span&gt;kain!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; cge po, tapos na ako eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man:&lt;/span&gt; anak oh, pharmacist siya&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gulp down my juice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: cge tay, alis na ako&lt;br&gt;man: oo nga malayo pa ata ibbyahe mo. bye&lt;br&gt;me: smiles&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;plug earphones&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I'm speechless, over the edge I'm just breathless, I never thought That I'd catch this love bug again Hopeless, head over heels in the Moment, I never thought that I'd Get hit by this love bug again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I enjoy listening to people's problems. I do. I really do. not that i love to see them in agony because i don't. i just feel a personal satisfaction whenever someone spills. It makes me think I can help someone in need in such a short time. makes no sense huh&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/19343004-5152688528670599964?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/5152688528670599964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=5152688528670599964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5152688528670599964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5152688528670599964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-must-be-uniform.html' title='it must be the uniform'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-1872073985707816398</id><published>2008-09-08T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:50:48.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night shiftings</title><content type='html'>1 hour of sleep+sunday+ graveyard shift+ charging +INVENTORY + hunger &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;equals &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;one of my embarassing moments&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or not&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;either way, terrible idea!&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/19343004-1872073985707816398?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/1872073985707816398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=1872073985707816398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1872073985707816398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1872073985707816398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-shiftings.html' title='night shiftings'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3629011622446019260</id><published>2008-09-07T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:17:23.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dahil gusto ko magblog?</title><content type='html'>does history really have to repeat itself? i guess this time i don't see it that way. either that or i've gotten really really numb&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or. wait.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there is a third option.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;maybe i've finally learned from my mistakes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;COOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or maybe as cathe just put it-- IT was there all along we just didn't see it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i guess my advice of taking a step back and looking at the bigger picture is the only logical explanation for that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but then again, just like history, i found another partner in crime.hah. a new one perhaps. at least it isn't a dark alley we're walking in anymore. well, that was for me, not so sure for her yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but yeah, we do miss the "its" that seems to have started crumbling into shit. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps: don't worry this isn't another blog about twilight. although i do prefer the feisty jake in eclipse rather than the whiney one in new moon =)&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/19343004-3629011622446019260?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3629011622446019260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3629011622446019260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3629011622446019260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3629011622446019260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/09/dahil-gusto-ko-magblog.html' title='dahil gusto ko magblog?'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3118973446907635984</id><published>2008-09-04T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:24:21.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't judge the book by it's genre</title><content type='html'>  told you, it just takes a minute dose for me to be addicted to something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i finished twilight in 5 days. started new moon last night ended it this morning. 3 and a half hours later, i finished it. wow. beats my harry potter record&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it isn't as bad as i thought it would be. i'm starting to like edward. funny thing is i started liking him the moment he let go of bella. talk about sado-masochism. haha. by now you shouldn't be surprised i love being that way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's good i gave this "saga", as monik likes to put it, a chance. and this is exactly the reason why i love reading. it's just the flow, rather the gush of words that pours out to your ear just as if someone were reading it to you. every author has their unique style. and my cousin was right- the way meyer described-sets the ambiance by describing the wakening of bella every morning has got to be the best parts of the book. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and so you see the difference between twilight and new moon. the mark of being a describer immediately wore off and trailed into narrating. and that probably made me miss meyer describing edward's expression in new moon. because bluntly, there was no edward to describe. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;backtracking to twilight, the description of the somewhat heavenly face of edward turned from intiguing to just plain annoying. until you realize that (in new moon) that was what you were mostly reading and what you suddenly miss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;of course, my mere irritation of mushy, cheesy lines being thrown by the two characters is enough to know that i'm still not into this love story thing.. but all in all, it is quite different from what i would read. after all, we do have to broaden our perspectives. and for that, i'm giving the saga a thumbs up, after all, he IS a "baduy vampire"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;being a far-off genre than what i'd usually read didn't stop me from guessing the twists and turns of the book. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hey, if it weren't 3am, i would be shouting "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! TWILIGHT PALANG, I ALREADY KNEW IT!" hahaha. so much for surprises. i know i know, i'm such a geek. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;on a lighter note, i did have a good day with my cats. I thought kyo was sick. he looked particularly lethargic yesterday. but then again, he is the descendant of garfield. what with looking exactly like garfield. thing is he never let's us touch him.. he probably felt particularly lazy yesterday to ward us off...&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/19343004-3118973446907635984?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3118973446907635984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=3118973446907635984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3118973446907635984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/3118973446907635984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/09/don-judge-book-by-it-genre.html' title='don&amp;#39;t judge the book by it&amp;#39;s genre'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-7181863081801819524</id><published>2008-08-31T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:52:00.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAARRGGGG. DAMN IT. a late post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;august 30,2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i woke up today unaware of where i was. due to habit, i checked my phone lazily.. saw that waiyan texted me, reminding me that i was replacing maam dianne because she  begged for a double off. so instead of going to work at 8am, my shift will start at 10am. shit. i checked the clock. it mocked me by saying it was exactly 6am.again.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i tried to go back to sleep. unsuccessful, i wandered around our house. growing tired of the view, seeing that everyone even the help was still asleep, i suddenly realized i'm supposed to finish twilight. so i got the copy from my room, brought it to my mom's bed and started reading. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;by 8am,i was starting to feel sleepy again.but this time, i had to get ready because before going to work, my mom and i had to pick up my altered scrub suit from the tailor. by 9am, i was following my mom around, asking her to move in a glacial pace because it was almost 9:30 and i still had to leave for work. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;again, i miscalculated the time. it took less than 5mins to travel to the tailor, get my scrubs and change into one. but, I HATE BEING LATE. so i decided to be early, since it was a saturday and staying in the pharmacy wouldn't be such a pain because there aren't a lot of patients during the weekends because most of the doctors were going to Subic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i couldn't be more wrong in my life. i arrived at the pharmacy by quarter to 10. and started moving. akala ko tinamaan lang ako ng ka-oc-han ko. but NO. from the time i set foot on the pharmacy, hindi lang siya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bakit parang di ako nauubusan ng gagawin."&lt;/span&gt; more like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;"bakit parang dumadami ung dapat kong gawin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for the first 3 hours, i enjoyed the thrill of having to deliver the meds in a continous pace.. by the time my superior left, 2 nalang kami... and i checked the pile of charge slips..grabe! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;by 3pm, my back was killing me because kahong kahon at mga bote ng dextrose ang pinagbubuhat ko for almost 5 hours.then we started the unit dose and by 4pm, i literally wanted to give up and cry... throw a tantrum- but i couldn't. i'm not a kid anymore, we have to act maturely..by 5pm kala ko makakapagcharge na ako, pero baba pa din ng baba ng charge slips to dispense. the sir marcial (the hr head) passed by the pharmacy at gusto kong sabihin "i quit" and leave... kung di lang maiiwan si maam aimee magisa dun. pero kasi  even if kept on asking, medyo alam ko naman that somehow, i'm helping... by 5:45, i was able to start charging the mountainSSSS of charge slips in front of us. di pa ako nangalahati sa isang floor, it was already 6pm.. so i bade goodbye to maam aimee and wished her luck. staring at those charge slips, i felt sorry for the next few shifts.. mukhang di mauubos sa 3 shifts ang charging ng mga un...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;august 31,2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sabi na, may mali ako kahapon eh =(&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/19343004-7181863081801819524?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/7181863081801819524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=7181863081801819524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7181863081801819524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7181863081801819524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/08/aaaarrgggg-damn-it-late-post.html' title='AAAARRGGGG. DAMN IT. a late post'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-959602554906990447</id><published>2008-08-25T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:46:23.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shortlived book-re-worming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i started reading twilight but it's taking me longer than usual because of my allergies and because of eureka...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm actually suprised that i'm enjoying a sci-fi series because i usually brand them as unbelievable or it's not going to happen.. but eureka, it's actually fun to probe around what could happen in the future... oh an i love carter's crib..&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm also actually surprised that i'm enjoying twilight... oh wait, enjoyed twilight...for the first 2 chapters... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;big mistake kasi..i thought sean biggerstaff was the one playing edward cullen... un pala it's robert pattinson (played cedric diggory).. to think i was starting to fall in love with edward cullen imagining bi&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ggerstaff do the character's actions in the book... oh well, wrong harry potter character... hahaha... love love love sean biggerstaff, sorry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but still, i'll probably finish the book especially since when i arrive home after work, all i ever do is lie down...or maybe that's all i ever want to do..i'm tired.. oo na, for the people who want to say "i told you so, you should have rested for another month" oo na ok...but there's no backing out to this... i'm no quitter&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyhoooo, it's been so long and i'm lost without you so what am i gonna do said i've been needing you and wanting you-- bwahahaha, again with that song!..but  i do miss reading..but right now it's taking a whole lot of my time. the last time i read was my birthday last year..the last book of harry potter.. it took me 5 hours (9pm-2am) to finish that book. i remember feeling distinctly depressed on my birthday because the installment was through...oh well.. let's see where this new set goes..to end, i'm posting a sean biggerstaff picture..hehehe&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SLKakAoKCtAAAEQt9AE1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLKakAoKCtAAAEQt9AE1/hp-sb02.jpg?et=HecF6Qw4M3MAaKhhJ8LeIA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kLmNo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps: i remember posting this picture on our corkboard after watching chamber of secrets&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/19343004-959602554906990447?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/959602554906990447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=959602554906990447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/959602554906990447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/959602554906990447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/08/shortlived-book-re-worming.html' title='shortlived book-re-worming'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-3578711004169885941</id><published>2008-08-24T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:38:21.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sloppy blog</title><content type='html'>stuff that i forgot to say yesterday, kasi i was so sleepy..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's the 4th day in a row where i find myself waking up in the thoughts of what's the generic name of this, that, which row is this that, which shelf is this and that.. PARANG BOARD EXAM lang eh no...minus the pressure of passing plus the pressure of turning myself from a liabilty to an asset.. hayyy, mentally disturbed lang&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yesterday, the radio in the pharmacy was on... i was groggy, sleepy and cranky, then out of nowhere (or out of the run of commercials) the dj said, "paano kung mahuli ka ng boss mo na natutulog sa oras ng trabaho mo?" wahhh..GUILTY. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but for real, it was a saturday morning where i should be flipping through the channels, and end up watching reruns or cartoons... and at that moment, i wanted to lie down sa mga suero...dextrose..mga kahong parang mga trabahador naming binuhat... sakit sa likod..hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and then&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ta-daaa...not only did he go down to give me charge slips but he gave me 5 trays of returns..hahaha..tinoxic niya ako...but at least, conversation wise, it was a "different" day... from that time on, pag bumababa siya with his logbook, tawa lang kami ng tawa..ang kulit kasi, mantoxic ba daw...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmm...then, someone texted, and i got even more excited...but how does excitement go to just plain "you make me want to barf" in just an hour...kaya talaga, you should keep me in the black...in mystery... ayun lang..that's the explanation of the last paragraph of the previous blog...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps: the charge slip nurse and the texting guy are different&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/19343004-3578711004169885941?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3578711004169885941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5996554712227323814</id><published>2008-08-23T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:19:18.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to say...</title><content type='html'>i have too many thoughts to know where to start&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;san nga ba&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmm..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok here are three out of this world thoughts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;first, is there such thing as "im not in my element"? because if there is, i haven't been in my element lately...draggggg...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;second, my 2nd day to go overtime without overtime pay... hay unit dose, ibaba kasi ng mas maaga...=P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;third, ayoko na..i'm not talking about work but here's a clue: i have my limits and i'm not appreciating what you're doing anymore... a normal person would probably not only appreciate it but jump right into it...well, i don't need to be taken care of, because i know how to take care of myself...kaya stop na please... i'm totally grossed out with the words already...sorry, ABNORMAL ako eh&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/19343004-5996554712227323814?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/5996554712227323814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=5996554712227323814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5996554712227323814'/><link rel='self' 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ako pumunta sa interview...but then again, it goes two ways... baka mag-what if i did go for the interview and trained. hahaha...labo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh well, my parents were the ones who already decided na wag nalang..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but there was a mix-up with the charge slips..hay toxic kami tuloy...TOXIC...literally...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm tired!&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/19343004-28812448183807705?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/28812448183807705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=28812448183807705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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confused..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and in dire need of clarification (?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hired na ako sa marikina valley medical center... tas i'm working there as a trainee or in other words, nagttrain na ako for 2 weeks..in another 2 weeks, pro-b na ako...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tas kasi naman itong st luke's bonifacio global city, tumawag kanina... 2:30 daw ang interview ko tom...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;here's the deal:&lt;br&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" style="border: medium none;margin-left: 0.2in;border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid black;padding: 0in 5.4pt;width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none;border-color: black black black -moz-use-text-color;border-width: 1pt 1pt 1pt medium;padding: 0in 5.4pt;width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid;border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black;border-width: medium 1pt 1pt;padding: 0in 5.4pt;width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;JCI accredited ang hospital na to…magandang   career move (included here is mas magandang hospital)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none;border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color;border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium;padding: 0in 5.4pt;width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;Lose my job in mvmc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid;border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black;border-width: medium 1pt 1pt;padding: 0in 5.4pt;width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;Rest until October 2009&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none;border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color;border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium;padding: 0in 5.4pt;width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;No possible way to commute (but I might   get the car by then)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid;border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black;border-width: medium 1pt 1pt;padding: 0in 5.4pt;width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;A more intensive and extensive   training&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none;border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color;border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium;padding: 0in 5.4pt;width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;Say bye bye to the chance of   medicine next school year&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  ano baaa...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when they called, Anna said "did you receive our text message".. i was like, uhmm no?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sign ba un ni God... pero sabi nga nothing and everything is a sign..pag gusto mo kasing gawing sign ang isang bagay, ganun mo siya iisipin...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what to do&lt;br&gt;what to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ideas anyone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ideas before midnight would be really helpful&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- 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realizations: 1. ganun na pala kabusy ang lahat ng tao no? 2. i never knew someone could feel happy and sad at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the 15 persons who i texted, half of them replied, and out of the 8 who replied, 2 lang ang pumunta..bummer, way to make myself feel special diba? bakit kasi 14 pa ung tinext ko?haha... can't say i'm actually happy about that..but ayun... short notice much.. hmm, mom ko kasi nung 5am lang niya sinabi sa akin..at least 3 kami diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro over the years, i've been wishing for a birthday full of RnR and when i finally invited people,that's when God gave me a birthday of RnR...or better yet, my birthday grinch philosophy finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba yan nagdrama pa ako, sanay naman ako maging loner..hahaha...at di pala talaga sa akin bagay ang magdrama..anyhoo, that's how i really felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then pagdating sa don hen at nakita ko na si kataroo (na galing oang manaoag, pangasinan) at si boyet (na galing sa lessons niya), i felt better.. and it was the tropang lrt all over again.. and that made me real HAPPY (parang grade 1 ang nagsusulat no?)..them coming was more than enough reason to celebrate by pigging out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizza, pasta and buffalo wings...di namin nakain ung cake dahil sobrang busog na kami...so to the 2 most wonderful people in the entire universe(2+1 [naintindihan ko namang kelangan pa magbarko ung isa bago makarating sa manila, pero me cake parin siyang dala..hehe]), thankkk youuuuuuu, love you guys mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: cathe and kim, asan na ang movie date natin?!hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlsiBE_T2Kc/SKjYy5yLFxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lIvJAm5WvC0/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlsiBE_T2Kc/SKjYy5yLFxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lIvJAm5WvC0/s320/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-7574429722392034521</id><published>2008-08-14T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:09:47.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biglaan</title><content type='html'>hahaha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;since medyo marami nang nakakaalam na may "work" na ako, i can blog about it na...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so, i'm pretty happy about my work dahil sobrang no sweat ang pagkapasok ko... i passed the resume online, got a call, interview, exam, interview, then interview ulit... one day observe observe, the next day orientation, at ngayon ako nalang magisang training dun... masaya naman siya... for once di ako tingin ng tingin sa orasan kasi time flies sa hospital na un...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero like i told everyone who found out i have work, temporary lang to, until i'm sure sure sure SURE and very sure about my future with medicine would be... i'm estimating 6 months that'll be around february and around the time that they would lift my probationary status...hahaa..di ko man lang matitikman ang maging regular...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the thing is,i'm enjoying it...but not to the point that i wouldn't wish to continue studying... so un, med or not, i'll leave that hospital on february... look for better fish (if med is not feasible)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmm, ano pa ba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm going to be 20 soon, yuck and wow... bakit di na ako teens but i still look like i'm in high school?hahahaha... what happened to my 19th year? bakit ang bilis? anyhoooo, at least this year di ako magssulk at magppuyat kakabasa ng harry potter dahil may work akong iisipin...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so yun, di ko narin alam nangyayari kay christiu...hahaha..kainis naman ohhh..di na ako nakanood ng game.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;di ko din pala alam sweldo ko..oh diba...for a learning experience's sake lang ata talaga to..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh and ohhhhh..hahahaha... there's something that makes me keep on waking up early and commuting to mvmc everyday.. can anyone guess? hayyyy, where's your charge slip?hahaha... well that reason and the part where i can wear a scrub suit all day feeling like i'm wearing my pj's while walking around the hospital..hahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so here's to dispensing!&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/19343004-7574429722392034521?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/7574429722392034521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=7574429722392034521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7574429722392034521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7574429722392034521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/08/biglaan.html' title='biglaan'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-182606628955108009</id><published>2008-08-08T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T02:22:13.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all Ggggggrown up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tinatamad ako magpost pero sige na nga...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;since medyo may excitement na ang buhay ko eto na&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the entry's title has a whole lot of meanings...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lets start with yesterday,&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ikai and i were supposed to pass our resume s&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a heart center and national kidney institute... when i was aboard the train wearing my corporate attire, Grace texted me na di pde magpass&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ga't walang NBI clearance...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;backtracking, the day before yesterday, pinagusapan namin ni caeg ung bday ni &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kat...the&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; original plan was i would give her flowers...i had no money to buy load so what more can you expect from me buying flowers... so night ca&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me up the land of philippines, i decided pupuntahan ko na nga si kat kasi bday naman niya, ang lapit ko lang.. so i scheduled my resume passing sa heart center the next day so i would have a reason to go out and get extra money... mga 10pm, chasty texted me that they were going to visit kat...wow, dami naming nakaisip na puntahan siya.. and my my, talk about good timing..&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;so yun back to--- i decided not to go home, go straight to ust to just wander around... e&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nded up meeting with the med guys who di naman ako kinausap dahil they had this test sa&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; biochem.. and gracia, who will be having her defense of their first chapter later that day...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;an hour later, ikai arrived ust... oo, kahit alam niyang wlaa kaming mapapala, we probably had the same idea na ayaw na muna namin sa bahay... so yun nagwendy's kami... and talke&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d for about 3-4 hours..tagal diba?!hahaha.. then malapit na mag-3, lynyrd follo&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wed (cut his biochem lecture) and nakipagdaldalan ng unti... then it was time to go to the dela cruz's residence... &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh but i had extra money to buy a PETITE cake...sorry kat, yan ang tawag sa poor..hahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;lrt ride-anonas- p tuazon&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p tuazon-- andun na sila gladys, jessa, triccia, chasty and celso.. turns out lahat din kami bum with a capital BBBBBB...hahaha... maaannn, and may i just be brave enough to mention, it's been awhile since i've been with their company and honestly i was fidgeting while i was&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still aboard the lrt...but as soon as i entered kat's house, the fidgeting stopped because i guess there was still a LOOOOT  of catching up to do... and heck everything was normal and FUN just like it was 2007 again and that is probably a good thing... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;by 5pm, i was declaring to leave...but as usual, kahit ako unang nagssabing uuwi, i was the last to leave.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. bec&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ause i had to wait for boyet who was soooo late..kasi me SWELDO na siya..hahaha... oh and oh, nilibre niya ako ng taxi ride pauwi... ohhh sarap ng libre..hahaha... too bad he has to leave soon for mindanao...he won't probably even be here on my birthday... which is all good, kasi WALANG HANDA...ayan haaa...we have balikbayans so, the feasting will e&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ither be done in t&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he province or with relatives..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh and as usual, masarap na naman ang food kela kat... hahaha.... never changed..nung&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nagiintern palang kami sa qmmc, they always cooked us scrumptous meals..too bad i wa&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s still full with wendy's&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so anyway, baeba was constantly texting me while i was at kat's house and we agreed that we would meet today sa quiapo church...first time ko pa naman magcommute all by myself&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sa quiapo..hahaha...so we filed our NBI clearance, and it was not at all disappointing...because unlike PRC, it was systematic... and in less than an hour, me&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; certificate na ako..yey!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;i just learned that PRC was supposed to move to a new building but they refused to becaus&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e "masisira ung system nila"... baeba and i were like, what system?!&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyhooo...this day was really productive because besides filing for an nbi clearance, i got my barangay clearance and another cedula. to add more to the already productive day, i fi&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nally enrolled for driving lessons..yes, i'm 19 and still don't know how to drive..i'm not co&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mpletely knowledge-less, but still need expert coaching to get a license..hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so that's 2 g-turned-c girls i've been with in this week... and still looking forward to seeing lea soon but God knows where she is..hahaha...because i certainly don't... pero buti pa si lea, she remembered my birthday, and what's cooler is she even reminded me!hah&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aha... but yeah&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; boyet totally forget thattt..hahaha..kaya kami tawa ng tawa kahapon&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ayunnn...tomorrow, Gracia's going to accompany me to kidney institute after i have my diploma photocopied...&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i have this goal na dapat before aug 15, i already have a job... then toni Grande texted me if i was interested in tutoring her students.. and  I AM...really, my dad just thinks its a bad idea kasi it's not pharma related..devil's advocate talaga parents ko no?Hahaha..&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; howellll... still priority ko pa din ang pharmacist..i think..hahhaha&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so to end this entry, i got pictures from &lt;a href="http://kaatutay.multiply.com/photos/album/78/Happy_Birthday?replies_read=9"&gt;kat's multiply...&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;katrina ruth bernas dela cruz,&lt;br&gt;happy birthday kataroo...loveyahhh&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJrW5woKCtAAADS6SOI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJrW5woKCtAAADS6SOI1/DSCN0823.JPG?et=Duh0wUMtrnqs%2BLP9FZBCcA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJrWrgoKCtAAACkE9D01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" 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src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4775211049576586371</id><published>2008-08-03T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T10:10:57.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch out</title><content type='html'>psych and monk are back...yey!!! actually the new season has been running for three weeks now. and may i say, rachel leigh cook guesting in the second episode of psych was really cool although panalo pa din si julia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;csi... new york... don flack...hay don flack..hahaha... too bad the danny-montana tandem is over (forgot what montana's name is).. but of course hanging parin ang season finale.what with the hostage taker being the "Real" suspect... i prefer new york right now because it has the fast-paced story among the other csi's.. like the major case will take 3-4 episodes to unveil unlike miami and vegas, the major case is the season-long case...bo-ring..next season will start on september 24, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gossip girl...my sister hates it... hated it too at first then i liked it..but yeah, medyo ayoko na rin.. just like looking at their clothes...and i still like blair-chuck but that'll end soon too.. next season: september 1, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;grey's anatomy... although di ko nagustuhan ang cheesy na ginawa ni meredith grey sa season finale, the next season will be exciting...just to name some spoilers, izzie won't have a brain tumor but the alex-izzie hookup will be back with "interesting sparks".. there's a new guy (military doctor) and he'll be cristina's new thing.. callie and erica, can i say who the hell expected that?!?.. new season starts on: september 25, 2008.. for more info on the new season: &lt;a href="http://tvwatch.people.com/2008/08/01/shonda-rhimes-katherine-heigls-izzie-wont-have-a-brain-tumor/"&gt;grey's anatomy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;criminal minds... yes, more of sherman mooreeee..hahaha.. mind twisting talaga tong series na to... it twisted my mind more when i was reviewing the board exam. new season starts on: september 24, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dexter... just starting to watch this series, so far i'm just intrigued with rita-dexter-lila..hahaha.. psycho kasi si lila eh... but new season starts on: september 28, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;house..bahay..haha..corny..sakalin ang corny.. house ano bang season finale ng house? is it my imagination or did cutthroat bitch just die? new season starts on: september 16, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bones..buto..haha... kill me! booth was shot...ekkkk wag naman sanang mamatay si booth diba?hahaha... new season starts on: september 3, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;meron pa ba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this is how much of a bum i am&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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out'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-473679957286137756</id><published>2008-07-17T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:00:52.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i'm bored, unemployed and enjoying it</title><content type='html'>RULE 1:  You can only say Guilty or Innocent.&lt;br&gt;RULE 2:  You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danced on a table in a bar?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever told a lie?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can't have? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kissed a picture?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept in until 5 PM? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Held a snake? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been suspended from school?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stolen from a store?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been fired from a job?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done something you regret? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kissed in the rain? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat on a roof top? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaved your head? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept naked?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a boxing membership? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made your boyfriend/girlfriend cry?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been in a band? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shot a gun? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donated blood?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eaten alligator meat? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eaten cheesecake? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still love someone you shouldn't?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have/had a tattoo? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been too honest? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruined a surprise? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can't walk afterwards? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erased someone in your friends list? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dressed in a woman's clothes (if you're a guy) or man's clothes (if you're a girl)?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joined a pageant? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had communication with your ex?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dating someone? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A total stranger treat you by paying your jeepney fare? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get totally angry that you cried so hard? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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 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it'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-7345026369268406441</id><published>2008-07-17T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:32:41.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong move</title><content type='html'>wrong move talaga!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;maling maling maliiiiiii&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;wrong move talaga na di ako nagjob fair last time, e di sana may napasa na akong mga resume...arrgggg &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mali talaga... i was asking for a divine intervention in terms of helping me figure out what to do with my life when i didn't even make a move to help..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but oh well, now i'm open to all my options&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cinontact ko ung mga taong alam kong may knowledge about this... so sa mga tinanongan ko, thank you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;after a whole lot of thinking, i narrowed my options to these:&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;heart center (my opening daw dito)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try medical city (since si ate mukhang dun na din, we can bring the car pag pasok)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try ust (jenaaaaa, help!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try med express (bernice ang nagintroduce sa akin sa idea, at mukha naman siyang maganda..it'll also be a nice trying for the us setup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;masters (pde to gawin kahit nagttrabaho, of course most probably sa ust, but next sem pa to pdeng simulan..but as they said, mas magandang magmasters after a couple of years of experience)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ust med- syempre aapply pa din ako, i think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;asmph med (how redundant.. kaya ateneo school of medicine and public health.. kung iisipin, even if the tuition fee's higher, it'll cost me a lil less because it's just around the corner..ok maybe it isn't but since si ate medical city, pde kaming sabay ulit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;abroad- although this may take years of preparation, i also narrowed it down to: canada, UK and malaysia.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;i already eliminated states because, di naman talga nila cinecredit ang 4 year curriculum namin and it'll be way harder than canada.australia naman, it has 5 stages + oral + practical which will amount to about P500k minimum excluding travel fee and accomodations&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;- priority ko siguro itong country na to.. because besides the fact that it accredits our 4 year curriculum, may way talaga makapunta dito ng wala masyadong hirap, it'll take years but it will take years in any other country to establish yourself in (walang sense). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt;- The Royal Pharmaceutical Society of Great Britain.. wow that sounds so... grand..haha... i've lived in a british colony for more than 8 years, and i loved it... so more or less, acclimatized na ako sa culture nila.besides that, easier makapasok dito compared to the states, kung bakit naman kasi napakahigpit sa states... oh and i'll earn in pounds.. big wow.. 1 quid= P90.16 as of july 16, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysia- &lt;/span&gt;the ever eternal malaysia... even before i took the board exams, i already looked on the jobs they can actually offer to my profession (again no sense).. i still love this place, but it requires at least a year experience..madali lang yun gawin dito&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Med- &lt;/span&gt;syempre di ko parin tinaggal ito sa mga options ko.. there's stil this 1/1000000 chance na pumayag sila... but di ko na din dapat to gawing priority... because, someday i'll learn how to deal with it maturely..but as for this issue:&lt;br&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASMPH- &lt;/span&gt;i'm leaning towards this because new environment, lower student: teacher ratio and cheaper for me. i figured even if it were a new school, i don't think ateneo would dare venture their reputable name if they would put incompetent professors, right? and i think if i were in their administration, for me to be a competent school, i would definitely invest on good teachers/doctors... and what's good with this school (i think/ observed) they don't leave their students hanging without a job. &lt;br&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST- &lt;/span&gt;no need for acclimitization again, my friends who i think can help me are there and the old dorm can again help me, maraming med students dun eh, so I can ask for their advice, borrow stuff, blah blah.. what else?  tried and tested? although medyo malaki ang student:teacher ratio&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;still want want want want med.. oh and this time, mom ko ang nagsuggest to think about ASMPH&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medexpress&lt;/span&gt;- sounds like they have a good offer according to how bernice briefed me the other day. as i said, american set-up so i can practice myself to that...downside is, di pa sanay ang mga pinoy sa ganun, so i guess less costumerS?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST Hospital-&lt;/span&gt;although feeling ko walang opening, i'd like to put this in my choices, kasi i had my major internship there, medyo memorize ko pa ung space and again, just a train away. pinapatanong ko lang kay jena sa mom niya kung me opening, she'll give the go signal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medical City- &lt;/span&gt;sana pwede pa, kung hindi:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart Center-&lt;/span&gt; yeahhhh, i'm pretty sure dito meron! oh and what's good with this hospital is specialized government siya...good for my resume&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masters- &lt;/span&gt;sabi nga ni ching, it'll cost less, and advantage for the canadian visa.. what's wrong with this is it'll take me more or less 2 years before i'll be confident to enroll in a class.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so there, choices. i've decided to not be selfish and share the pros and cons i came up with so i could help those who are also as confused on the future as i am..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i came from a family of planners, and my grandfather would seriously scold me if i'd come to him:&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;without foresight- this includes thinking about not only next month, but for the next 5-10 years.. di ka nga naman mabubuhay kung ang iisipin mo lang ay next month diba? well, i won't. i just want to be secure that by the time i'm 25 (without med) or 28 (with med), i'll be earning, self-sufficient, self-supporting and out of this house. AND&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm still this thin..maaannnnnn, what do i have to do to have a little fat in me??? kain tulog na nga lang ginagwa ko eh... i eat 5 times a day, kanin un haaa&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br&gt;see, who said i was slugging around like a little leach... probably one of the reasons why i don't go online anymore, i want to think on my own for a while, catch news from those who've already joined the workforce. so there.. draw lots nalang siguro..or toss coin..hahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now i just have to decide kung draw lots or toss coin =P&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/19343004-7345026369268406441?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/7345026369268406441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=7345026369268406441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7345026369268406441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7345026369268406441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/07/wrong-move.html' title='wrong move'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-72197759049589013</id><published>2008-07-16T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:22:09.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mahabang post about st. scho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;4 years lang ako sa st. scho, pero grabe, namimiss ko na siya...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i was just thinking about the stuff i miss about st. scho the other day...and nakita ko tong post na to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so repost lang from: &lt;a href="http://koolasangmakulit.multiply.com"&gt;koolasang makulit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KULASA KA KUNG ALAM MO TO!!&lt;br&gt;Kung hndi man kita kabtchm8, alam mo&lt;br&gt;khit isa sa mga ito…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mga halu-halong alaala mula prep&lt;br&gt;hanggang hayskul sa tinubuang paraalan&lt;br&gt;ng&lt;br&gt;Santa Eskolastika.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Batch ko nga pla 1993-2004 (sobra ng 1&lt;br&gt;yr kc umulit ako gr.4)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Bell ni Mrs. Pentocostes&lt;br&gt;Kadalasan to sa gradeskul, pag may&lt;br&gt;narinig ka ng bell, alam mo na&lt;br&gt;parating na si Mrs. Pentecostes. Kya&lt;br&gt;kung anu man ang ginagawa mo, tumitgil&lt;br&gt;ka para lng antayin ang pagdaan niya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Ice candy&lt;br&gt;Ito ung kulay violet red na ice candy,&lt;br&gt;iba lasa nito sa ordinaryong ice candy&lt;br&gt;na mbibili mo sa tindahan. Alam mong&lt;br&gt;kumain ang isang tao nito kapag&lt;br&gt;namumula ang labi niya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Chits&lt;br&gt;Dalawa ang istasyong ng canteen noon,&lt;br&gt;ung palitan ng chits at ung mismong&lt;br&gt;tindahan.&lt;br&gt;Hindi ka mkakabili ng khit anu pag&lt;br&gt;wala kang chits sa canteen&lt;br&gt;Kadalasan trapik kc butal ang mga&lt;br&gt;chits. 50c, 1, 2, 5, 10.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Shake&lt;br&gt;Di pa uso nuon ang Shagoo at Zagu at&lt;br&gt;di pa gnun ka ayos ang canteen noon,&lt;br&gt;may bilihan na ng masap sa shake. Un&lt;br&gt;ung nkapwesto sa una banding kaliwa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Mojos at Pizza&lt;br&gt;Eto ung dalawang pagkain na hndi nwala&lt;br&gt;sa recess ng isang kulasa. Sikat ka pa&lt;br&gt;pag may hawak kang 1 box ng pizza.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Ham Sandwich&lt;br&gt;Pag wala kang budget para kumain o pag&lt;br&gt;may gagawin kayong project, bibili&lt;br&gt;nlng ng ham sandwich.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Honey Bacon Cheese Burger&lt;br&gt;Ito na ata ang pinakamalinamnam na&lt;br&gt;burger sa St. scho na natikman ko.&lt;br&gt;Ang hndi nkatikim nito, may namiss ka…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. BBQ sa gate 7&lt;br&gt;Dadi ng isang kulasa ang nagtitinda&lt;br&gt;dito. Masarap kya ubos lagi ang tinda,&lt;br&gt;pwede pa mgpareserve bsta babalikan mo&lt;br&gt;lng.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Candy braces at choki-choki&lt;br&gt;Hahaha... ito ung candy na may iba’t-&lt;br&gt;ibang kulay na nilalagay sa ipin para&lt;br&gt;kunwari nkabraces ka at ung kausuhan&lt;br&gt;ng choki-choki. Pinabanned nga ata ng&lt;br&gt;admin tong mga to kasi wala ng ginawa&lt;br&gt;ang nga kulasa kundi bumili ng mga&lt;br&gt;ito. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Old Music House&lt;br&gt;Sino ang di nkakaalam nito? Takot ako&lt;br&gt;dito noon. May nkatira raw na white&lt;br&gt;lady dun at pag dumaan ka may&lt;br&gt;maririnig kang tumutugtug ng piano.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Marian Dress&lt;br&gt;Gradeskul days to naganap, nkadress&lt;br&gt;dapat kc first Friday mass. Sa araw na&lt;br&gt;ito lahat ng mga gradeskul students&lt;br&gt;mukang babae. May mga pasaway nga lng,&lt;br&gt;may ngmicro mini at nauso ung palda&lt;br&gt;shorts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. HS Building&lt;br&gt;Noong grade 6, atat lahat maghigh&lt;br&gt;school kc natatanaw nila ung mga&lt;br&gt;ginagawa ng HS sa katabing building.&lt;br&gt;Iba rin kc ang tiles ng HS sa GS.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Super Name Tag&lt;br&gt;Prep- grade 3 ang meron nito. Super&lt;br&gt;lalaki ng font ng pangalan sa nkasabit&lt;br&gt;na name tag.&lt;br&gt;Ex. RAMILLE MARIA C. DELA PAZ&lt;br&gt;PREP-MASIPAG&lt;br&gt;GATE 7&lt;br&gt;MANONG ORLAN&lt;br&gt;13-RODRIGUEZ ST......&lt;br&gt;94122…..&lt;br&gt;Para silang mga wanted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Name Tag&lt;br&gt;Ayaw gumawa ng name tag pag HS na. kc&lt;br&gt;ayaw mtawag ng teacher. Pag wala kang&lt;br&gt;name tag kurdapya pangalan mo 4 d day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Stroller&lt;br&gt;Sino ang hndi ngstroller?!?? Palakihan&lt;br&gt;pa nga noon at ang uso may lock na di&lt;br&gt;susi pa. Tapos pag uwian na, Paunahan&lt;br&gt;sa baba.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Star Scout at Girl Scout&lt;br&gt;Marami ang ndi umaamin na nging scouts&lt;br&gt;sila. Ewan ko ba. Siguro un lng ang&lt;br&gt;common na alam ng mga parents na club&lt;br&gt;noon para sa mga babae.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. Eraser&lt;br&gt;Pagtitinginan ka ng ibang mga ktabing&lt;br&gt;sections pag nrinig ung pagpapagpag mo&lt;br&gt;ng eraser sa labas. Minsan khit walang&lt;br&gt;dust pagpag ka pa ng pagpag, lalo na&lt;br&gt;pg sinisilip mo ung mgiging kbonding&lt;br&gt;mo mamayang lunch. Un noh!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. Bonding&lt;br&gt;Hahahha… marami ang nag-asam&lt;br&gt;ng “kabonding” sila ung mkikita mo na&lt;br&gt;lakad ng lakad paikot ikot pag lunch.&lt;br&gt;May dalang pamaypay tas ung isa may&lt;br&gt;hawak na panyo, ewan ko ba, cguro&lt;br&gt;napapgod din sila. Sila ung mdalas na&lt;br&gt;nagsisilipan pag nagpapagpag. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. Letter writing&lt;br&gt;Cympre bago bonding, magsusulatan&lt;br&gt;muna. Pag nagkaayos na sa sked bonding&lt;br&gt;na. sila ung mkukulit sa umaga na&lt;br&gt;pumupunta sa ibang section.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. Drinking Fountain&lt;br&gt;Pag di mo na feel ung topic mag gogo-&lt;br&gt;out ka para uminon sa drinking&lt;br&gt;fountain. Tas ang pupuntahan mo pa e&lt;br&gt;ung pnkamalayo sa klsrum nyo para&lt;br&gt;stroll. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Clinic&lt;br&gt;Ano ba ang gamit ng clinic?!? Dun sa&lt;br&gt;mga oscar winners sila ung mkikita&lt;br&gt;mong 2log na 2log sa clinic. Ung nga&lt;br&gt;sawi may vicks sa sentido ng ulo.&lt;br&gt;Yeah!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Sports Bag&lt;br&gt;Uso to nung high school, pag meron&lt;br&gt;kang gnito u’re in! ito ung bag na&lt;br&gt;usually circular tube ang korte.&lt;br&gt;kadalasan Speedo o kya naman LA Gear&lt;br&gt;pag mayaman ka Nike o kya Adidas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. Coleman&lt;br&gt;Kawawa ang mga nagddala ng coleman sa&lt;br&gt;skul. Kc pag naisipan uminom ng isa,&lt;br&gt;ipapasa sa isa at mkikiinom na ang&lt;br&gt;lahat. Minsan nga mamimili ka pa ung&lt;br&gt;may yelo pang coleman ang hhingan mo&lt;br&gt;ng tubig.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. Service&lt;br&gt;Pag sanay na driver nyo ok lng pero pg&lt;br&gt;mainitin ang ulo try da next one. Ito&lt;br&gt;ung mga laspag sa service dahil sa mga&lt;br&gt;umaangkas palabas ng gate 7 para lng&lt;br&gt;sa S’mall.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Lover’s Lane&lt;br&gt;Dito mo mkikita nkaupo ang mga&lt;br&gt;magkabonding. At pag dumaan si ms.&lt;br&gt;Jaymalin tatayo ang isa, para di&lt;br&gt;halata dahil baka magka “issue sa&lt;br&gt;office”.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Angelus&lt;br&gt;Hihinto ang lahat para magdasal. Alert&lt;br&gt;ang mga Girls Scouts dito dahil sila&lt;br&gt;ang kukuha ng pangalan mo pag di ka&lt;br&gt;huminto.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. Prayer room&lt;br&gt;Nung GS: tinatambayan ng iba para&lt;br&gt;malamigan lalo na pag break. Nwala rin&lt;br&gt;ang aircon dito. &lt;br&gt;Hung HS: nakalock ito. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. Uniform&lt;br&gt;“Upong Kulasa”: ito ung pagnka-upo ka&lt;br&gt;ung laylayan ng palda e nasa hrapan&lt;br&gt;lahat tas mjo nkabukaka pa. Astig raw&lt;br&gt;kc tignan&lt;br&gt;“Loose Blouse”: marami ang na-office&lt;br&gt;dahil dito. Ito ung imbis na nkatali&lt;br&gt;ung string sa harap, nakaribbon nlng&lt;br&gt;sa likod, tapos pag naglakad ka&lt;br&gt;automatic ung pag labas ng blouse mo&lt;br&gt;sa gilid na jumper.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. Shorts&lt;br&gt;Marami ang nagshoshorts noon. Uso kc,&lt;br&gt;chka para pag nag “upong kulasa”&lt;br&gt;Di mkkita panty mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. Opener&lt;br&gt;Nung HS mauna-una ang labanan. Pag&lt;br&gt;nauna ka ikaw ang mgbubukas ng klsrum&lt;br&gt;nyo. Kasama dito ang pagiging creative&lt;br&gt;mo sa pagtatali ng green na kurtina..&lt;br&gt;Paayusan pa nga noon bawat rum, ung&lt;br&gt;kadalasan e ung ayos na mjo may&lt;br&gt;kalaparan tas may plits sa gilid, at&lt;br&gt;ung iba nkabuhol lng.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. Mangga&lt;br&gt;Panghimagas: pwedeng manggang may asin&lt;br&gt;o manggang may alamang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. Over night nung GS retreat&lt;br&gt;Kami ata ung pinakalast na nkapagover&lt;br&gt;night noong grade 6 pag retreat. Sori&lt;br&gt;sa sumunod na batch, may nahulihan kc&lt;br&gt;noon sa amin… aun na un.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. Cellphone&lt;br&gt;Nagdala kb ng fone? Nhulian kb? Saan&lt;br&gt;mo tinago?&lt;br&gt;Ako, all my junior and senior yr ata&lt;br&gt;may charger pa. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;34. Bloomers&lt;br&gt;Kumpleto St. Scho uniform mo pag&lt;br&gt;nkapag bloomers ka pag- p.e.&lt;br&gt;Diba, batch ata namin ung huling may&lt;br&gt;bloomers. At ang required ang kalaban&lt;br&gt;ng Havainas, white SPARTAN rubber&lt;br&gt;shoes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;35. Jogging Pants&lt;br&gt;Marami ang excite dito, kc noon 3rd at&lt;br&gt;4th lang ang nkakapag jogging pants.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;36. Heart Strings&lt;br&gt;Hahaha… ang bag!! Kapanahunan namin&lt;br&gt;nagsimula ang pagsusuot ng bag na&lt;br&gt;Heart strings. Kadalasan mga kikay ang&lt;br&gt;may ganto, tapos ang design pa e ung&lt;br&gt;checkered.. Ako once lng ata&lt;br&gt;nkapagsuot atleast bumili ako. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;37. IMC&lt;br&gt;Di ka na kakain pag lunch, magdadala&lt;br&gt;ka nlng ng sago sa IMC para maglaro ng&lt;br&gt;sungka, uno, at iba pang board games.&lt;br&gt;At mangheram ng recorded songs kay&lt;br&gt;Kuya Jun.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;38. Rubber Tree&lt;br&gt;Ito ung pinaka malaking puno sa St.&lt;br&gt;Scho. Maraming kwento dito. May&lt;br&gt;lumalabas daw dito at marami ang&lt;br&gt;nkatira.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;39.Niňa Maria&lt;br&gt;Pangalan ito ng isang hallway sa&lt;br&gt;lumang prep klasrums papuntang gate 7.&lt;br&gt;Kung kulasa ka, kilala mo siya at alam&lt;br&gt;mo kung ano ang storya nya. Kwento ko?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;40. Lechon Kawali&lt;br&gt;Ang sikat na meal pag lunch, malutong&lt;br&gt;kc ung balat…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;41. Saba kong Yelo&lt;br&gt;Sino di nakakain nito, may namiss ka&lt;br&gt;ulit…&lt;br&gt;Pag ito kinain mo, mag papadagdag ka&lt;br&gt;ng tamis nito.&lt;br&gt;Kahit nga wala ng saging basta may&lt;br&gt;katas, solb na..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;42. Mashed Potato with Cheese or with&lt;br&gt;Ham?!?&lt;br&gt;10 lng may mashed pot kana diba…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;43. Sprit of the…&lt;br&gt;Sino ang hndi nagtry nito??? Merong&lt;br&gt;spirit of the glass, spirit of the&lt;br&gt;coin at khit may klase pwede kc, pati&lt;br&gt;spirit of the ball pen ginawa nyo na. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;44. How old are you, 1, 2, 3….&lt;br&gt;Ito ang maririnig mo pagnaghuhulaan&lt;br&gt;kayo ng kulay ng panty. Sisilip pa&lt;br&gt;tlaga sa palad para may&lt;br&gt;mkitang “kulay”.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;45. Laslas ng pulso&lt;br&gt;Di lahat nagtangka nito, pero may&lt;br&gt;issue noon pag may laslas ang pulso&lt;br&gt;mo. Ung iba pa, may ukit pa ng mga&lt;br&gt;numbers o kya mga initial ng kung sino&lt;br&gt;man….&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;46. Lindol&lt;br&gt;May iba’t- ibang kwento noong 2002&lt;br&gt;nung lumindol. Marami ang nagpanic at&lt;br&gt;marami ang nagsabi na may after shock&lt;br&gt;pa. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;47. Dividers&lt;br&gt;Cool ito!! Ito ung iba’t- ibang&lt;br&gt;klaseng tiklop na makikita mo sa&lt;br&gt;notebook na may nakasulat na 1st&lt;br&gt;quarter hanggang 4th quarter.&lt;br&gt;Ahhihihihi… &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;48. Batibot&lt;br&gt;Nakaupo ka nb sa batibot?!?!?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;49. Mr. Ubas&lt;br&gt;Ano, kilala mo ba si Mr. Ubas sa gate&lt;br&gt;3??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;50. Family Day&lt;br&gt;Sinong hindi nkapagsayaw nung family&lt;br&gt;day nyo??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;51. Vandal&lt;br&gt;Ang dumi ng cr pag maraming vandal??&lt;br&gt;Nkapagsulat kb?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;55. Bully&lt;br&gt;Nauso ang bully nung GS, lalo na pag&lt;br&gt;nsa library ka, tas mkakasabay mo mga&lt;br&gt;grade 6 sila raw kc ang ngsimula.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;56. Swing&lt;br&gt;Lahat naman ata nkapagswing ng malakas&lt;br&gt;sa playground at nkapaglaro ng Marco&lt;br&gt;Polo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;57. Slide&lt;br&gt;Ito ung semento na pababa at ang&lt;br&gt;bagsak mo IMC. Pila ang pagslide dito.&lt;br&gt;Tapos tsympuhan lng kc kita to sa&lt;br&gt;office.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;58. Sweet Valley High&lt;br&gt;Im not into books noong gr.3, tanda ko&lt;br&gt;pa na permitted na humiram ng Sweet&lt;br&gt;Valley High ang mga gr.3 marami akong&lt;br&gt;klasmyt na natuwa kya pati ako&lt;br&gt;nkihiram.. kilala mo ba si Jessica?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;59. SRA (Science Research Associates)&lt;br&gt;Sino ang di nkalampas dito?? Anong&lt;br&gt;color ka ngstart?&lt;br&gt;Cheat galore pa dito nuon kc answer&lt;br&gt;key na kinukuha mo para lumevel up ka&lt;br&gt;agad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;60. Subscriber&lt;br&gt;Naaalala mo p bang mga magazine na uso&lt;br&gt;nung grade school?&lt;br&gt;May membership card ka ba ng&lt;br&gt;Saranggola at Pambata?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;61. Gospel Comics&lt;br&gt;Binabasa to every Sunday para sa&lt;br&gt;lecture ng CLE. Pag nkalimutan mo,&lt;br&gt;hihiram ka sa ibang section.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;62. Sketchers&lt;br&gt;Malamang nagsuot ka nito.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;63. Mass Attendance&lt;br&gt;Dito, nid mo pa ilagay kung bakit di&lt;br&gt;ka nkapag mass. Papasa ito every&lt;br&gt;Monday tas pipirmahan ng teacher mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;64. Clean and Neat&lt;br&gt;Naaalala nyo pa ba ung checklist na&lt;br&gt;pinapasa every end of the month sa&lt;br&gt;p.e.?&lt;br&gt;Nkalagay dun kung araw-araw ka&lt;br&gt;naliligo, nagsipilyo, nag gupit ng&lt;br&gt;kuko?? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;65. Lovers&lt;br&gt;May alam ka tungkol kela Bb. Gar.. at&lt;br&gt;Bb. Cr.. nung GS, ano alam mo ba un?&lt;br&gt;Hehehe....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;66. Shoes&lt;br&gt;Nabiktima ka ba nung laganap ung&lt;br&gt;pagtatago ng sapatos?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;67. Guess&lt;br&gt;Nkiuso ka noon sa tatak ng medyas mo&lt;br&gt;ay may Guess o kya ung logo nilang&lt;br&gt;question mark.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;68. Sock styles&lt;br&gt;Bibili ka ng mjo mhabang medyas para&lt;br&gt;may style ung pagtiklop mo.. anu style&lt;br&gt;mo?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;69.&lt;br&gt;Stamp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lahat ata nkabili ng collectible&lt;br&gt;stamps…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;70. Gumamela&lt;br&gt;May dala kang gumamela para sa parts&lt;br&gt;of the flower..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;71. Ms. Ach…&lt;br&gt;Malamang alam mo ang story ng pustiso&lt;br&gt;nya, tama ba? Hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;72. AVR&lt;br&gt;Masarap matulog dito lalo na pag patay&lt;br&gt;ang ilaw&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;73. Baranggayette&lt;br&gt;Nakaboto ka noon sa baranggeyette&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;74.Baby Bra&lt;br&gt;Dalaga ka na pag nagsusuot ka na ng&lt;br&gt;baby bra nung gr.4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;74. P.E.&lt;br&gt;GS: excited lahat pag p.e. kc isasara&lt;br&gt;ung pinto ng rum tas lahat magbibihis&lt;br&gt;HS: gnun din nung simula pinalitan&lt;br&gt;nung dumami ung teacher na mga lalaki&lt;br&gt;pwede&lt;br&gt;Na magbihis sa GYM.&lt;br&gt;Tapos pag nkalimutan ang uniform&lt;br&gt;hihiram sa ibang section.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;75. Paper bag&lt;br&gt;Pagandahan ng paper bag noon para sa&lt;br&gt;uniform sa P.E. mas malaki da better...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;76. Braids&lt;br&gt;Makikipila pag umaga sa mga&lt;br&gt;magagaling magtirintas ng buhok noon.&lt;br&gt;Nung batch nmen, kadalasan si Esfel&lt;br&gt;Torrecampo at Joanna Deomampo ang&lt;br&gt;laging fully booked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;77. Pencil case&lt;br&gt;Nagakaroon ka ng pencil case na cool,&lt;br&gt;mas maraming mapipindot mas cool.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;78. Agawan base&lt;br&gt;Ang pinaka alam na lugar nito ay ung&lt;br&gt;dalawang malaking puno sa Old gym.&lt;br&gt;Ano may kuryente ba o wala? Ahihihihi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;79. Patintero&lt;br&gt;Pwesto nito ung sa Old Gym din, halos&lt;br&gt;masakop kalahati ng gym para dito.&lt;br&gt;Pag pioneer ka, bibili ka lng sago pag&lt;br&gt;lunch tas pwesto na agad sa old gym...&lt;br&gt;May back touch ba?? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;80. In, Out&lt;br&gt;Sa larong to halos nka upo na ang&lt;br&gt;taya para lng mhuli ang paa mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;81. Teddy bear&lt;br&gt;Natapos mo ba ung teddy bear mo nung&lt;br&gt;HS sa THE?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;82. Mass&lt;br&gt;Pag mass,mataas ang tingin sa klase&lt;br&gt;nyo pag sa bleachers kyo nkaupo.&lt;br&gt;Minsan pa unahan sa taas para mas&lt;br&gt;marami ang mkita. Silip pa dito pati&lt;br&gt;ung mga teachers na natutulog pag&lt;br&gt;homily.&lt;br&gt;Tapos papoisan pag iikot na pabalik sa&lt;br&gt;upuan. Malamang sa gitna ka dadaan kya&lt;br&gt;u’ll walk with elegance. Pinagbawal&lt;br&gt;rin ang pagdadala ng pamaypay, kc&lt;br&gt;pasahan na lng ng pamaypay ang&lt;br&gt;nangyayari buong mass. Tapos, pag&lt;br&gt;collecton na, padamihan ng coins sa&lt;br&gt;bulsa para may mbigay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;83. Nitz&lt;br&gt;Pag uwian na lalo na nung GS,&lt;br&gt;maririnig mo nlng ang mga&lt;br&gt;estudyante, “kita nlng sa Nitz”.&lt;br&gt;Cympre may mga tambay na tlga don.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;84. News paper drive&lt;br&gt;Every year ata nung GS may ganito.&lt;br&gt;Pinagpapadala ang mga estudyante ng&lt;br&gt;sangkatutak na dyaryo para sa contest&lt;br&gt;na to. Tapos iaannounce via PA kung&lt;br&gt;sino ang highest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;85. Napkin box&lt;br&gt;Safe ka pag ngcr ka at may period ka,&lt;br&gt;may instant pambalot ka sa used&lt;br&gt;napkins mo dahil may mga napkin boxes&lt;br&gt;bawat cubicle. Gawa ata to ng 1st year&lt;br&gt;sa lumang yellow directory.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;86. Green thumb&lt;br&gt;Nung 4th year naranasan mo ba ung&lt;br&gt;magtanim ng halaman sa likod ng New&lt;br&gt;Gym? May tumubo ba? Anu ung tanim mo?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;87. Mood ring&lt;br&gt;May iba’t- iba korte ang mood ring&lt;br&gt;noon, may bilog, oblong, triangle o&lt;br&gt;kya ung buong singsing ay mood. Anung&lt;br&gt;mood mo?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;88. Ice Cream&lt;br&gt;Di pa uso ang Mr. Softy noon may&lt;br&gt;chocolate syrup na ang ice cream sa&lt;br&gt;Isko. Pwede sa sweet cone at sa cup…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;89. Elephant pants&lt;br&gt;Mga taga walis ng sahig!!! Ito ung&lt;br&gt;pants na npkalapad tapos may malaking&lt;br&gt;bulsa sa likod. Ang tanda ko noon&lt;br&gt;sikat na bilihan nito ay ang NEXT&lt;br&gt;jeans, 6 ata kmi noon na meron nito sa&lt;br&gt;batch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;90. Calendar&lt;br&gt;Ito ung malaking kalendaryo na gawa sa&lt;br&gt;blackboard para sa GS. Dito nakasulat&lt;br&gt;ung sked for da whole month. E&lt;br&gt;nakatambay kb sa bakod na tapat nito? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;91. Bulletin board&lt;br&gt;Depende kung anung theme ang gagmitin&lt;br&gt;for the month at cympre may caption.&lt;br&gt;Ito ung gingawa ng mga estudyante pag&lt;br&gt;lunch sa klasrum. Actually may permit&lt;br&gt;sila. Nkalista lng ung mga gagawa sa&lt;br&gt;board. Pag kakosa mo ang mga gmgawa&lt;br&gt;pinapatambay ka sa rum khit wala ka sa&lt;br&gt;listahan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;92. AMANDA?!&lt;br&gt;Kilala mo ba si Amanda. Gr.5 ako noon&lt;br&gt;nung dumating siya. Siya ung Am-Girl&lt;br&gt;na pumasok sa Isko na Gr.6 agad. Di ba&lt;br&gt;bawal un kc graduating… pretty naman&lt;br&gt;siya at harmless pero matindi issue&lt;br&gt;sknya na kesyo binayaran niya ang skul&lt;br&gt;para mkapasok. Well in fact, the&lt;br&gt;school helped her kc wala na syang&lt;br&gt;mapapasukan pang skul.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;93. Picture City&lt;br&gt;Napansin nyo ba ang kahightechkan na&lt;br&gt;ng Picture City ngayon? Dahil ata yan&lt;br&gt;sa mga kulasang walang humpay na&lt;br&gt;nagpapalista para sa barkada package.&lt;br&gt;Extension un ng Isko pag last day na&lt;br&gt;sa skul pag examinations, kayo-kayo&lt;br&gt;rin ang mgkikita-kita.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;94. Wallet &amp; Pix&lt;br&gt;Saan ba tinatago ang pera, diba sa&lt;br&gt;wallet?!@ Sa Isko, pictures ang&lt;br&gt;nagpapakapal ng wallet. “Pakalkal” is&lt;br&gt;the term para tignan ang mga pix na&lt;br&gt;meron ka sa wallet. Pag konti lng,&lt;br&gt;boring ka. May nkapag-invest na nga ng&lt;br&gt;album para lng sa pix na meron cya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;95. Johnson’s and Johnson&lt;br&gt;Bago ang officers ng Admin noon,&lt;br&gt;pnayagan ang SSAM na sumali sa&lt;br&gt;Cheerdance ng J and J. Pero juniors at&lt;br&gt;seniors lng ang pinayagan&lt;br&gt;magrepresent. Kya todo praktis ang&lt;br&gt;gusto sumali, tulad ko sa New Gym,&lt;br&gt;nagturuan pa ng mga exhibitions at&lt;br&gt;nagkanda pasa-pasa ang katawan ng&lt;br&gt;malamang na DQ ang SSAM dahil nahuli&lt;br&gt;sa pag paparegister.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;96. Titanic&lt;br&gt;GS ako noon nung sumikat ang My heart&lt;br&gt;will go on, na halos kinatanta ng&lt;br&gt;lahat. At ang pagpapakamatay ng mga&lt;br&gt;estudyante kay Lenardo Di Caprio.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;97. Stationery&lt;br&gt;Paramihan ng stationery noon. Uso rin&lt;br&gt;ung letter writing. Pag may kasulatan&lt;br&gt;ka, una mong titignan ay kung mganda&lt;br&gt;ba ung ginamit na stationery sa sulat.&lt;br&gt;Uso rin ang swapping sa stationery.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;98. Shagidee sha popo&lt;br&gt;Pag papuntang p.e., nagshashagidee&lt;br&gt;shapopo ang mga estudyante hanngang&lt;br&gt;mkarating ng GYM.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;99. Mga Laro nung GS&lt;br&gt;Monkey Anabelle:&lt;br&gt;Monkey monkey Anabelle&lt;br&gt;How many monkeys did you see?&lt;br&gt;[Chant remaining number of players&lt;br&gt;here, then count off]&lt;br&gt;And a-rikkitikkitee and a-blue-black&lt;br&gt;sheep&lt;br&gt;Is this true, yes or no {asking for&lt;br&gt;answer}&lt;br&gt;Is-pell yes, y-e-s&lt;br&gt;Is-pell no, n-o&lt;br&gt;and out you go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Langit Lupa:&lt;br&gt;Langit, lupa, impyerno&lt;br&gt;im, im, impreyno&lt;br&gt;saksak puso, tulo ang dugo&lt;br&gt;patay, buhay&lt;br&gt;alis ka na d'yan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;100. Sustagen&lt;br&gt;Sino ang di naeexcite pag dumadating&lt;br&gt;sila Sussie at Geno?  mamomoroblema&lt;br&gt;pa parents mo dahil sa kakulitan mo&lt;br&gt;para bumili ng Sustagen para sa mga&lt;br&gt;karton, foil at mga scoops na&lt;br&gt;ipapapalet mo para sa equivalent na&lt;br&gt;items. Ano di ka ba nagpapalit?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;101. LSS (Last Song Syndrome)&lt;br&gt;Mga paulit-ulit na linya sa kanta na&lt;br&gt;di naman natatapos kantahin. Sa amin&lt;br&gt;noon, “i will sing forever....”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;102. Sportsfest shirt&lt;br&gt;Blue, Red, Yellow, Green..apat na&lt;br&gt;kulay na mkikita mo sa sportsfest…&lt;br&gt;maswerte ka kung nkumpleto mo ang apat&lt;br&gt;na kulay na yan na walang ulit.. wala&lt;br&gt;akong blue.&lt;br&gt;Alala ko pa ung pamatay na cheer ng&lt;br&gt;yellow team na napasa-pasa&lt;br&gt;na: “Yellong malamig pag natunaw&lt;br&gt;tubeg!!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;103. Color Schemes&lt;br&gt;Blue, White, Black accepted nrin ang&lt;br&gt;brown. Mga kulay na dapat lang suotin&lt;br&gt;pag may accessories ka.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;104. Red card&lt;br&gt;Pauso pag nahuli kang nag tagalog…&lt;br&gt;takte to, pamatay pag nadodoblehan ka&lt;br&gt;maglilinis ka sa uwian. ISPEK EN&lt;br&gt;ENGLESH!!!! “time first” ang sasabhin&lt;br&gt;mo pag naubusan ka na ng English&lt;br&gt;words… &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;105. Motto&lt;br&gt;That in all things God may be&lt;br&gt;glorified. Hay… nadala ko to kahit&lt;br&gt;nung college na ako pag nagdadasal ako&lt;br&gt;sa harapan… proud e!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;106. Xerox&lt;br&gt;Nung GS: nauso ung pagpapaxerox ng&lt;br&gt;palad pag uwian tas ipopost sa Xerox&lt;br&gt;room na may pangalan mo.&lt;br&gt;HS: mahaba ang pila pag exams kc&lt;br&gt;xeroxan ng may pinaka may kumpletong&lt;br&gt;notes…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;107. Friendhip…&lt;br&gt;Lahat ng magbabarkada, may friendship&lt;br&gt;bracelet, anklet, o kaya ring. Minsan&lt;br&gt;di mo na alam isusuot mo pag may&lt;br&gt;nagbigay syong iba na gusto kang mging&lt;br&gt;friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;108. Platform&lt;br&gt;GS: pupupnta ka sa harap sa platform&lt;br&gt;para mgsulat ng notes. Wala ng tao na&lt;br&gt;nakaupo sa upuan, lahat nasa harapan.&lt;br&gt;Pag puno na ung likod nung nasa&lt;br&gt;harapan ang ginagawang patungan.&lt;br&gt;HS: ito ang ultimate taguan ng&lt;br&gt;cellfone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;109. Spelling&lt;br&gt;GS to ipinapaimpliment. Kakabahan ka&lt;br&gt;pag sinabi ng teacher mo may spelling&lt;br&gt;test ngayon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;110. Log book&lt;br&gt;Sa clinic maraming ganto. Meron sa&lt;br&gt;Faculty, Grade skul at High skul.&lt;br&gt;Kelangan mo mag log in at mag log out&lt;br&gt;ilagay anung ailment at kung anung&lt;br&gt;gamot. Tapos may green card ka pa na&lt;br&gt;ipapapirma.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;111. Sewing kit&lt;br&gt;Nakatapos ka ba ng project na hindi&lt;br&gt;nanghihiram ng gamit? May threader ka&lt;br&gt;ba? E tama ba DMC mo? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;112. Kikay&lt;br&gt;Nauso noon ung pagdadala ng facial&lt;br&gt;wash at pagtututbrush twing lunch&lt;br&gt;after kumain.&lt;br&gt;St. Ives ba gamit mo o Clean and&lt;br&gt;Clear? Pahingi ng toothpaste.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;113. Retaso&lt;br&gt;Pag kailangan ng retaso saan ka&lt;br&gt;pumupunta? Di ba sa Tuazon center....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;114. Body bag&lt;br&gt;Ito ung bag na ang kawit na ay sa buo&lt;br&gt;mong katawan. Para siyang backpack&lt;br&gt;pero ung pinakatali niya ay pasling&lt;br&gt;bag.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;115. Kickers&lt;br&gt;Ksabayan ng Sketchers ang Kickers&lt;br&gt;noon. Uso ung school shoes na kickers&lt;br&gt;noon. Siguro un kasi ung una mong&lt;br&gt;makikita sa Sta. Lucia pag pumasok sa&lt;br&gt;Dept. Store nla sa shoes area. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;116. Jazz pants&lt;br&gt;Ang alam ko noon mga dance club lng&lt;br&gt;nagsusuot nun kc sumasayad minsan ang&lt;br&gt;tuhod nila pag nagpapractice. Mabigat&lt;br&gt;naman at mahirap gumalaw para sknla&lt;br&gt;pag nkapants. Pansin ko lng biglang&lt;br&gt;dumami ang nagka jazz pants noon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;117. Sexiest teacher in HS&lt;br&gt;Kilala mo ba si Mrs. Cuanang? Matagal&lt;br&gt;na siya sa St. Scho, umalis tas nag&lt;br&gt;come back ulit. Teacher siya sa&lt;br&gt;Biology. Iba ang teaching manner niya,&lt;br&gt;siya ung tatawag ng students o&lt;br&gt;volunteer tas bibigyan ka niya ng mga&lt;br&gt;research na ang minimum ay 15 items. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;118. OHP (Over Head Projector)&lt;br&gt;Di pa uso ung PowerPoint at minsan&lt;br&gt;lang gingamit ang wide screen, OHP pa&lt;br&gt;ang gnamit noon. Mag vovolunteer ka pa&lt;br&gt;na kumuha ng OHP sa AVR kahit alam&lt;br&gt;mong npakahirap tong iakyat pag nasa&lt;br&gt;2nd floor ang room mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;119. Star section&lt;br&gt;Sila ang mga purido lagi ng mga&lt;br&gt;teachers... cympre cream of the crop!&lt;br&gt;Matatalino, mabibilis magsalita khit&lt;br&gt;English, laging nangunguna sa quiz bee&lt;br&gt;at di nahihiya..&lt;br&gt;Nakasama kb sa kanila?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;120. Our Father&lt;br&gt;May sariling version ang Isko ng Our&lt;br&gt;Father, cympre c Mrs. Yusi!! Ito na&lt;br&gt;ata ang pinakamagandang revision ng&lt;br&gt;Our Father na napakinggan ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;121. Beneath my wings &amp; Kailan&lt;br&gt;Mga kantang nkakatindig balahibo pag&lt;br&gt;kinanta na ng Glee Club. Sa sobrang&lt;br&gt;ganda ng pagkakanta titignan mo pa ang&lt;br&gt;harap para masilayan ang Glee club.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;122. Secret buddy&lt;br&gt;Naaalala mo pa b sino buddy mo? Ito&lt;br&gt;ung sulatan na di mo nmn alam kung&lt;br&gt;sino ang sumusulat syo.. todo hulaan&lt;br&gt;to lalo na sa hand-writting kya&lt;br&gt;kadalasan computerized. Mapansin mo pa&lt;br&gt;na may mga buddy na marunong tlgang&lt;br&gt;mag-alaga, mguglat ka nlng may&lt;br&gt;pangmyryenda ka na. Nung una sa&lt;br&gt;klasrum lng ang sulatan tapos pinalaki&lt;br&gt;ni Ate Cecile, by sections kaya haun&lt;br&gt;todo sulat ang lahat pag walang&lt;br&gt;ginagwa. Meron pang mga nkikipgpalitan&lt;br&gt;pa ng buddy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;123. Umbrella&lt;br&gt;Nung mga prep days to. Uso ung&lt;br&gt;pagdadala ng payong na may pito.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;124. Abbreviations&lt;br&gt;Alam mo ang...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I- Iniibig&lt;br&gt;K- Kita&lt;br&gt;A- At&lt;br&gt;M-Minamahal&lt;br&gt;B- Bilang&lt;br&gt;I- Isang&lt;br&gt;K- Kaibigan&lt;br&gt;T- Take&lt;br&gt;C- Care&lt;br&gt;C- Coz&lt;br&gt;I- I&lt;br&gt;C- Care&lt;br&gt;J- Just&lt;br&gt;A- Always&lt;br&gt;P- Pray&lt;br&gt;A- At&lt;br&gt;N- Night&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;H- Holding&lt;br&gt;H- Hands&lt;br&gt;W- While&lt;br&gt;W- Walking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;125. Exams&lt;br&gt;Pinangarap mo na ang pwesto mo ay sa&lt;br&gt;labas ng classroom. Kumpleto sa gamit;&lt;br&gt;stapler, pencil, eraser, liquid eraser&lt;br&gt;at scratch paper pag math.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;126. Stoichiometry&lt;br&gt;Sino ang hindi lumampas dito? Isa sa&lt;br&gt;mga topic ng chem... dpat laging&lt;br&gt;balance ang both sides…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;127. Autograph&lt;br&gt;Isa ka sa mga nakasagot ng MTM,&lt;br&gt;observe me, love is blind, at mirror&lt;br&gt;please… ano tama ba ako?? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;128. Ball pen&lt;br&gt;Isa ka sa mga gumamit ng Pilot at ang&lt;br&gt;makukulay na My Gel at Metallic My Gel…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;129. Cleaners&lt;br&gt;May mga nka-assign per day kung sino&lt;br&gt;ang maglilinis ng room. paunahan pag&lt;br&gt;uwian.. ilalabas ung basurahan,&lt;br&gt;magwawalis, magbubunot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;130. Blue Heights&lt;br&gt;Ang official newspaper ng Isko..&lt;br&gt;nandito rin ung makulit na cartoon na&lt;br&gt;si koolasa..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;131. Art class ni Bb. Eata&lt;br&gt;Naging teacher mo ba si Ms. Eata? kung&lt;br&gt;oo, umiyak ka ng last day. Art klas&lt;br&gt;nyo tas wala kayo gagawin kundi umupo&lt;br&gt;sa sahig, pumikit, magreflect at&lt;br&gt;umiyak ng sinabi ni Ms. Eata “Anung&lt;br&gt;gagawin mo pag 1 minuto nlng ang&lt;br&gt;nalalabi ng mga magulang mo?”&lt;br&gt;Umiyak ka ba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;132.Signal No.2&lt;br&gt;Walang pasok pag may signal no.2 na.&lt;br&gt;pero pag inabutan ka sa school ng&lt;br&gt;kalagitnaan ng bagyo. 12nn ang&lt;br&gt;suspension pero 2pm kayo papauwiin…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;133. Bible&lt;br&gt;Sinong walang Bible sa locker??? Lahat&lt;br&gt;meron diba..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;134. Mr. Chan&lt;br&gt;Kilala nyo ba cya? Cya ung teacher sa&lt;br&gt;C.L.E. mabaet at makulit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;135. Reply Slip&lt;br&gt;Sa kagustuhang makapagpasa ng reply&lt;br&gt;slip gagayahin mo pirma ng magulang&lt;br&gt;mo. May class no. pa nga sa bandang&lt;br&gt;upper left corner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;136.Observer&lt;br&gt;Kinakabahan ang buong class pag may&lt;br&gt;umuupo sa likod para mag-observe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;137. World Aids Day&lt;br&gt;May red ribbon ang lahat sa left side&lt;br&gt;ng chest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;138. Turquoise&lt;br&gt;Uso noon ang kulay na turquoise.&lt;br&gt;Mapahikaw, bracelet o singsing may&lt;br&gt;turquoise kang mkikita.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;139. Index Card&lt;br&gt;3x5 index card, ito ung nkadikit sa&lt;br&gt;upuan ng kaharap mo. Dito nkalagay ang&lt;br&gt;sked ng class. Pagandahan pa noon. Ung&lt;br&gt;iba may scotch tape pa para iwas&lt;br&gt;damage sa index. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;140. Linggo ng Wika&lt;br&gt;Anu suot mo noon, hulaan ko, MALONG!&lt;br&gt;Nagiging Malong Festival ang Linggo ng&lt;br&gt;Wika, dahil halos lahat ng students&lt;br&gt;nka malong. Un na ata ang pinaka&lt;br&gt;madali at murang masusuot mo sa&lt;br&gt;okasyong ito.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;141. Benetton&lt;br&gt;Naki uso ka rin ba sa pag gamit ng may&lt;br&gt;tatak na Benetton? Bag, pencil case,&lt;br&gt;at kung anu-ano pa basta Benetton.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;142. BF candy&lt;br&gt;Namimigay si BF noon ng candy may&lt;br&gt;caricature niya. Kadalasan&lt;br&gt;nagpapamudmud siya nito pag malapit na&lt;br&gt;kaarawan niya. “Basura mo, Itapon mo!”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;143. Brick Game&lt;br&gt;Di pa uso ang cellphone noon kaya&lt;br&gt;brick game lng ang dala mo. Agawan pa&lt;br&gt;nga pag break pra lng mkapaglaro nito.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;144. Parker&lt;br&gt;May Parker ballpen ka nung HS at may&lt;br&gt;nka-engrave pa na pangalan mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;145. Sportcenter&lt;br&gt;Ito ang extention ng Isko pag may mga&lt;br&gt;presentation at banned ang activities&lt;br&gt;sa campus.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;146. Field Trip&lt;br&gt;Nasa likuran lahat ng magugulo sa&lt;br&gt;klase.. nasa harapan naman ang may&lt;br&gt;hawak ng medicine kit. E panu pag may&lt;br&gt;nangyari sa likod ang layo ng medicine&lt;br&gt;kit, suggest ko lng dapat nasa gitna&lt;br&gt;para fair sa aming nasa likod.&lt;br&gt;Hahaha!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;147. Rosary&lt;br&gt;Lahat ng Scholastican’s may rosary sa&lt;br&gt;bulsa o sa bag.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;148. Flowers&lt;br&gt;Pag Sept.8 marami ang nagtitinda ng&lt;br&gt;bulaklak sa Gate 3, birthday kc ni&lt;br&gt;Mama Mary.&lt;br&gt;Bibili ka panigurado, kc lahat ng may&lt;br&gt;bulaklak aakyat ng stage. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;149. Longkatuts&lt;br&gt;Ano ba ito? Sabi ng iba short cut ng&lt;br&gt;katulong… edi lahat pla tyo&lt;br&gt;longkatuts, marami nagsasabi mukang&lt;br&gt;pang katulong uniform natin.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;150. Text Notebook&lt;br&gt;Wala pang MIRC at YM noon, may text&lt;br&gt;notebook na ang mga kulasa. Ito ung&lt;br&gt;notebook na pasa-pasa at maglalagay ka&lt;br&gt;ng commet. Cympre ilalagay mo pangalan&lt;br&gt;mo sa unahan, parang chat na rin. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;151. Shark-sharkan&lt;br&gt;Ito ung laro sa playground. Ung&lt;br&gt;taya “shark” e nasa labas nung isang&lt;br&gt;laruan dun na umuugoy-ugot pag tinulak&lt;br&gt;ng paa. Mas marami mas masaya, kasi&lt;br&gt;pag nagkatulakan marami ang malalaglag&lt;br&gt;at maaout. Pahirapan naman sa shark&lt;br&gt;pag magaling ka, nakauwi na lahat ng&lt;br&gt;kalaro mo kayo naghuhulihan pa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;152. Armak&lt;br&gt;Nakagamit ka ba ng tape nun na Armak?&lt;br&gt;Ung tinutukoy ko ay ung tape na naka&lt;br&gt;ready na, putol na. 5 lang ito sa&lt;br&gt;canteen. May space lng cya sa gilid&lt;br&gt;tas hihilahin mo nlng cya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;153. Quiz envelope&lt;br&gt;Lahat ng subject ata required sa&lt;br&gt;envelope. Dito nakalagay ung mga&lt;br&gt;quizzes tas may nkadikit na papel sa&lt;br&gt;labas kc dun nka-tally ung grade mo..&lt;br&gt;pag kulang ka, minus na agad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;154. Locker&lt;br&gt;Nagkalocker ka ba noon? May kapartner&lt;br&gt;ka? Ilan kayo?&lt;br&gt;Ako noon, tatlo ata kami. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;155. Walking in Spirit&lt;br&gt;“Im walking, walking in the spirit….”&lt;br&gt;Naaalala mo pa ba itong linyang ito?&lt;br&gt;Isa ka sa mga kumanta nito pag mass.&lt;br&gt;Kilala mo pa ba si SISTER BERNA?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;156. Hingalangin&lt;br&gt;Para sa mga kulasang lower batch&lt;br&gt;namin, marunong ba kyo ng tamang&lt;br&gt;hingalangin? E kilala niyo ba kung&lt;br&gt;sino ang founder niyan sa SSAM,&lt;br&gt;kilalanin niyo muna si SISTER IMAYA.&lt;br&gt;157. P.E. Jazz Dance&lt;br&gt;Jazz hands... ahahaha.... isa ka sa&lt;br&gt;sumayaw sa tugtug nung jazz practical&lt;br&gt;test na O'ne sia mera plus jamais...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May naaalala ka ba sa mga ito? Kulang&lt;br&gt;pa ang mga alaalang naisulat ko dito&lt;br&gt;ngayon. Siguro marami pa kayong&lt;br&gt;naiisip na iba. Lahat tayo ang may&lt;br&gt;iba’t ibang karanasan sa Santa&lt;br&gt;Eskolastika, may iba’t ibang&lt;br&gt;tinambayan, may kanya-kanyang&lt;br&gt;pamamaraan ng pagkopya sa exam, mga&lt;br&gt;kaibigan na akala mo hindi mo&lt;br&gt;makakasundo pero kayo rin pala ang&lt;br&gt;magiging matalik na kaibigan, ang mga&lt;br&gt;barkada mong lagi mong kasama, mga&lt;br&gt;pagkain na kihahiligan tuwing lunch at&lt;br&gt;mga teacher na napagtripan. Kung&lt;br&gt;iisipin halos 10 taon tayong nag-aaral&lt;br&gt;para lang may matutunan. 10 taon&lt;br&gt;tayong pinagpapakahirapan ng ating mga&lt;br&gt;magulang para makatapos. 10 taon na&lt;br&gt;ang naging pangalawang tahanan natin&lt;br&gt;ay ang Santa Eskolastika.&lt;br&gt;Sana wag tayong makalimot sa mga gawi&lt;br&gt;na itinuro ng institusyon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ito HALOS lahat ang mga pinagdaanan ng&lt;br&gt;batch naming mula Prep hanggang HS.&lt;br&gt;Kami nga pala ang PINAKAHULING batch&lt;br&gt;ng nakaranas ng TRADISYONAL na Gawain&lt;br&gt;sa SSAM. After ng graduation namin iba&lt;br&gt;na ang namuno kaya nag-iba narin ang&lt;br&gt;pamamalakad. Kami ang huling batch na&lt;br&gt;may pinakamahigpit na namumuno at kami&lt;br&gt;naman ang pinakadisiplinado at&lt;br&gt;mapagkumbabang estudyante. Pero lahat&lt;br&gt;naman ng pagbabago ay may magandang&lt;br&gt;naidudulot. Mas naging kilala ang&lt;br&gt;SSAM. Mas naging mapaglikha o creative&lt;br&gt;ang mga estudyante ng SSAM. At gumanda&lt;br&gt;rin ang kapaligiran ng institusyon.&lt;br&gt;At sana ay maging active din tayong&lt;br&gt;lahat na SCHOLASTICANS sa pagiging&lt;br&gt;ALUMNI ng St. Scholastica’s Academy of&lt;br&gt;Marikina.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ramille Maria “mayer” Dela Paz&lt;br&gt;©2007 KULASA KA KUNG ALAM MO TO!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please don’t spoil, just pass….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;a few things to add....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) earth day - yearly activity nung GS pa kame kung saan naglalakad kame nang nakapaa sa lupa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2) club day - nung GS ito yung parang camping day namin - every club may spot sa field at nandun lang kame buong araw&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3) teachers' day - dati teachers' week yun na ginawang teachers' day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4) okoy - yung monggo sprouts na may carrots, string beans at konting ground pork na nakabalot sa lumpia wrapper na deep fried&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5) chocolate mousse, chocolate beehive - may isang concessionaire na ito ang binebenta; napakahaba ng pila dito noon nung una silang nagbukas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6) junk food - pinagbawal ang junk food sa school kaya wala kang makikitang softdrinks at chips sa canteen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7) goya chocolates or kitkat - ito lang ang mga chocolate bars na pwede mo mabili noon sa canteen...tapos nauso na yung Tofi Luk, Safari at iba-ibang chocolate bars na galing sa Malaysia(?) na gawa ng Gandour&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8) crinkles at revel bar - masarap sila hehehe...ang alam ko former kulasa rin ang gumagawa nito&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8) breakfast meal - for Php25 may tocilog ka na may juice pa! sulit na sulit 'to noon at sakto kapag hindi ka nakakain ng breakfast. parating mahaba ang pila dito kaya sorry ka na lang pag naubos na ang gusto mong ulam.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9) math academe activities - ang weekly collection para sa scholar, peer tutoring at higit sa lahat ang pagbibilang ng ballots tuwing election. anu na nga uli ang tawag sa student council natin nung HS?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10) grad song - hindi naging successful ang song fest/competition para sa grad song natin kaya yung kay Pyvez na lang yung ginamit...may issue rin noon tungkol sa kanta ni Hoku na "You First Believed"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11) choral fest - naaalala niyo pa ba yung lyrics ng "Ngiti" ? anung country niyo nung 2nd year?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12) dramatization ng buhay ni St. Benedict tuwing feast day&lt;/p&gt; 13) feast day ng saint na section mo - kapag feast day ng section mo kayo ang magsasalita sa PA para mag-lead ng prayer service at minsan babatiin ka ng mga kakilala mo ng "happy feast day"   &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/19343004-72197759049589013?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/72197759049589013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=72197759049589013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/72197759049589013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/72197759049589013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/07/mahabang-post-about-st-scho.html' title='mahabang post about st. scho'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4527832355750508845</id><published>2008-07-09T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:32:24.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scratch</title><content type='html'>ok scratch that&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;di pala ako masaya... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;want to cry all day...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;waahhhh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cry baby =(&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/19343004-4527832355750508845?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4527832355750508845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=4527832355750508845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4527832355750508845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4527832355750508845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/07/scratch.html' title='scratch'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5993343129863025323</id><published>2008-07-09T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:47:29.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lethally lethargic</title><content type='html'>yeah yeah...that title doesn't make any sense&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but i'm boring not only my eyes but my brains out&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;once again (everybody, say it with me) SCATTERED BRAIN&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;scattered brain, booyah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i talked to my high school friend na akala ko bum siya..turns out, may trabaho na siya 3 weeks ago... i miss pao..and the rest of st scho people...gaahhh, pag kami naguusap, naku walang tigil at walang kwenta, but all the same, nakakamiss siya sobra... so pao, since your birthday's coming soon, LIBRE...all together-- LIBRE!!hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm ok na, thanks for not asking, bwahahaha...but i just needed an explosion to occur to you know let go of the ugly ugly feeling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when i was in grade 3, when a full tank of an Accord only cost P450, when we had money and gas to burn, my sister and i stayed at my gramps place... for the whole summer, then my parents would just visit us every week... to-- come to think of it, the didn't have an actual purpose of visiting us... i'm thinking of having that kind of haitus again, after i've finished with my oath taking and PPhA lakads. well here are a couple reasons why:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can't really think here. well not with my mom constantly asking me what do i want to do. sabi ko nga kay pao, the more you think about it, the less thinking you get done, we were talking about her designs then, but same principle applies here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't really like going online anymore, or at least, i'm trying not to because of --- b,c,d help me out with a reason?--- let's just put it in "unexplainable reasons"..but come to think baka magpakabit si lolo ng net just because i'm going to stay there.. nooooo, exactly the reason why i'm leaving. but my gramps has this thing of providing everything you WANT... not necessarily need. and how do you say no to your adorable lolo diba? &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hermit hermit hermit... i've always said na magpapakahermit ako after ng boards... something about being a hermit makes me find peace within myself... cheesy yet satisfyingly true&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;see, right now, the "gag order" my mom's violating it..arrggg... i hate it. i hate it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;bye&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/19343004-5993343129863025323?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/5993343129863025323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=5993343129863025323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5993343129863025323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5993343129863025323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/07/lethally-lethargic.html' title='lethally lethargic'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-1533669461750416415</id><published>2008-07-07T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:50:10.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turns out</title><content type='html'>turns out&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i won't be a registered pharmacist just yet.. turns out i have to be 21 to register... but still my mom wants me to work right away... well, magpamigay na raw ako ng resume ko, doesn't matter daw na di pa ako registered, i'll just have to show the newspaper with my name on it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but i don't want to work... yet...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm still hoping for a miracle.. a divine intervention.. just yet... i don't think they think i want med as much as my sister does. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my tita from the states told my mom that we have to be practical, don't study here, study there nalang... paano naman kasi ang idea ng mom ko is to do my residency there... if ever... a big fat IF EVER... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hay, yeah yeah be practical...their idea of being practical is take nursing...naman ahhh... hay, another attempt to make me sniff for the states... another attempt failed. the idea of studying nursing isn't exactly enticing. if the idea didn't attract me 4 years ago, it won't now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what to do.. of course in the end it's not my say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we had this deal of not talking about the future for one month... we actually called it "gag order"... OPERATION GAG ORDER... but they can't stop thinking about it... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bwahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just thinking out loud&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;payment na kasi ng oathtaking tickets bukas and just found out that I can't register just yet..too bad, have to wait for a year and one month&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tata for now &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&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/19343004-1533669461750416415?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/1533669461750416415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=1533669461750416415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1533669461750416415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1533669461750416415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/07/turns-out.html' title='turns out'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4135319768341710142</id><published>2008-07-06T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:15:34.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next stop: mail order bride</title><content type='html'>so what's next now that we've passed the boards....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;basta ako, mail order bride...hahaha... the only way to go to the states is to become a mail order bride! yey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahaha..kidding... of course i'm not going to sign myself up in some bogus deal...or maybe i am&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;wahahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm so bored... and bangag, and have this problem that trumps anything... nakakainis, ang SLOW  ng progress ng problem na to... it trumped finishing third year, it trumped finishing our thesis, it trumped graduation, it also trumped finding out i'm a registered pharmacist...yes, un na nga siguro ung nangyari nung gabing yun... and it's been so long...arrrggghhh... i tried to fix it and then it became more complicated than i thought it was originally..making any sense? well it wont make much sense unless your first name starts with either a b,c or d. hehehe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it started with the thrill i felt with it, stopped when the thrill was gone, but that didn't last that long, because the thrill returned, and i started taking long shots again... tanga lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh well, now i'm trying to pull myself out but it's just sucking me right back in...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahaha... di halata or at least di bagay, kaya tama na nga...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm just so bored&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bet the newly registered pharmacists are as bored as me...hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so next stop, mail order bride, yey!&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/19343004-4135319768341710142?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4135319768341710142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=4135319768341710142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4135319768341710142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4135319768341710142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/07/next-stop-mail-order-bride.html' title='next stop: mail order bride'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-9037460130430602718</id><published>2008-07-04T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:59:13.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ring ring _____*RPh</title><content type='html'>me tumawag sa akin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: hello goodmorning who is on the line please?&lt;br&gt;caller: who's this? sherihan?&lt;br&gt;me: nope, kL, RPh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me tinawagan din ako&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kathryn: hello?&lt;br&gt;me: hoy kathryn!&lt;br&gt;kathryn: sino to?&lt;br&gt;me: kL,RPh&lt;br&gt;kathryn: andaya mo!&lt;br&gt;me: antagal kasi ng results niyo eh&lt;br&gt;kathryn: oo na! yabang!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm not exactly jumping up and down... di din ako naiyak...hay, di rin ako masyadong masaya... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i just probably didn't want to fail...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;why? what's preventing me from being happy about these results?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gaaahhhh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bakit?!?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i just want to shake this feeling off.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gusto ko lang maramdaman ang naramdaman ng iba, na, masaya...na maiyak&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sadyang emotionless lang ba ako?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cge bye&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt; 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 &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/19343004-6261557844019271654?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6261557844019271654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=6261557844019271654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6261557844019271654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6261557844019271654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/07/room-509-seat-no-9.html' title='room 509 seat no. 9'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-551754554793351003</id><published>2008-06-29T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:34:56.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last entry: freak out!</title><content type='html'>this morning, di pa ako nagffreak out...because i was still studying... but now, all i can feel is flip flop-ing on my gut... and all i can think about is that flip  flop- when the drugs absorption is slower than the elimination... nung una akala ko dose dumping un...but no! and now, grabe...mass pa lang ng 7:30 am, my hands are freakishly cold...wrong...freezing... my hands are freezingi can't comprehend anything anymore... i can't even talk in straight sentences. arrrgggg.... this entry is already taking me almost half an hour to complete.. my heart is racing (racing ba? or raising? siguro heart rate is raising but heart is racing. ewan...) gaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.... nervous wreck... bye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;wish me luck&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt; 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IBA... trust me iba talaga. dun, matyaga makinig ng confessions ang mga pari, ang mga tambay ay kumakanta ng kantang banal at ang mga pulubi ay nagigisingan kapag malapit na ang katapusan ng previous mass para sa next mass, makaabot sila at makakuha ng mgandang pwesto.. dun kahit maubos na ang dugo mo sa hypoventilation or anoxic ka na, di mo paring magawang maisip ang masama... dahil nakikita mo ang mga taong tulad mo anoxic na din, pero go, kanta pa din, go pabless pa din, go nakapila parin papunta sa relics or kung ano man. iba talaga. dun mo mapapatunayan na banal nga ang mga pinoy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;after quiapo, i went to the mall. (pag quiapo ang pinaguusapan, kelangan tagalog..hahahaha... kahit di ko naiintindihan or wrong grammar ang tagalog ko) i was just supposed to be the refill for my ballpen... but i ended up treating myself with a big mac.. passed or failed, at least nakapagbig mac ako...hahahaha... i missed doing that... staying somewhere, alone, doing nothing, thinking about nothing... dun ko namimiss ang ust, kasi when i was still staying in my dorm, maraming alone time, to reflect, gather yourself, then plunging into the stressful life again. that's the luxury i can't afford here... every corner in my house, has either my reviewers, books... everything is scattered...just like my brain, scattered. i'll fix it after the exam, but arrgggg, the OC me wants to do it right now..itching to get everything organized. but, i don't have the time. when i was still studying pharma, home ang iniisip kong place na no studying allowed. but right now, i just miss the fields and stream of trees of ust. miss the benches. and the people. anyway back to being alone, there, there are 3 rooms in our house and 5 people in it. so really no alone time. and now, i'm tired. so i'm going to rest so i can study after an hour again. in short, i miss functioning normally.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps: 2 days to go!&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/19343004-9199809429899322374?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/9199809429899322374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=9199809429899322374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/9199809429899322374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/9199809429899322374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-17-holy-holy-di-ba-ako-nagsulat.html' title='entry 17: holy holy (di ba ako nagsulat kahapon?) '/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5112142629850540933</id><published>2008-06-26T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:35:30.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no. 16: frustrated</title><content type='html'>ilang days nalang ba? tinatamad na ako tignan kung ilang days nalang... but naffrustrate na ako...FRUSTRATED. for real... i was supposed to finish modules 3 and 4 yesterday... but as it turned out, wala ako natapos kahit isa... my brain is lagging (for the lack of a better word)...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i said that i would start i 9...i started at ten fell asleep at 12...and the funny thing is, nakaharap naman ako sa mga reviewers... NAGMAMADALING MATAPOS...and still, di ko sila natapos... understatement pala un... di ko natapos ung module 3 at di ko nasimulan ang 4...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;saan napunta ung oras? precious precious time i need to pass the board exams. di ko naman sinasayang?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and i ended up being really grouchy with everyone here and just plain frustrated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh well...malapit na...malapit na talga...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL  &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/19343004-5112142629850540933?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/5112142629850540933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=5112142629850540933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5112142629850540933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5112142629850540933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no-16-frustrated.html' title='entry no. 16: frustrated'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-7151007233648600563</id><published>2008-06-25T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:37:11.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no. 15: dumdumdumdum</title><content type='html'>cue creepy music... or lets eat banana cue..hahaha... talk about being so bangag! i finished real late last night... due to unnecessary thinking yesterday morning... and today will probably be the most gruelling day of my entire review... because i'm doing module 3 and 4 today... and that comprises almost half of the pacop...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;homestretch na to... and just like any other day, when i say i'll start at 8 i start at around 9...hahaha... talk about slacking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what is there to tell? ubos na ata ung mga words na pwedeng magimply kung gaano na ako kaexcited at kabado at the same time. and nothing real is happening right now... hahaha... hmmm... except na mag sst.clare kami tomorrow. friday, sa ust naman. then sa saturday quiapo. sunday pabless ako kay father dito, and monday DUMDUMDUMDUM... talk about divine intervention... because everything has been done, wala na sa mga kamay namin kung papasa kami...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so till tomorrow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&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/19343004-7151007233648600563?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/7151007233648600563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=7151007233648600563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7151007233648600563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7151007233648600563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no-15-dumdumdumdum.html' title='entry no. 15: dumdumdumdum'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8608357784425824816</id><published>2008-06-24T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:03:56.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry 13: running out of titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGDtzQoKCtAAAB0qs1g1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGDtzQoKCtAAAB0qs1g1/countdown.jpg?et=ONCbL%2CDYPUTBOPm3oVER%2CA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"it's just a piece of paper with a score in it"... words of the uhhmmm sige na nga, "wise"... actually those words aren't in verbatim... nakalimutan ko lang sinabi niya...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i dwelt on those words, at nagsayang ng oras... past lunchtime, i realized even though its just a piece of paper with a score in it, it'll mean so much to me if the the scores passed the standard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and even though it's not life or death...wala, e di it's not life or death nga..hahaha.. i just don't want to go through the agony of having to study all of these all over again... [sacrificing time that should have been allotted for the essentials of living... like sleeping at least 8 hours a day, eating at least 5 times a day, watching tv, praying and playing (hahahaha... mga essential sa buhay ko)... or just the mere idea of eating without vomiting or feeling nauseous...] and i will not. we will not...swear... papasa tayo, i can already feel it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i usually do good with stress and pressure... in fact those are the factors that bring out the best in me... but damn, di lang ako pagod, burnt out na ako...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and so, 5 days 11 hours 10 mins and 15 secs left! and we're free! yey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-8608357784425824816?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8608357784425824816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8608357784425824816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8608357784425824816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8608357784425824816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-13-running-out-of-titles.html' title='entry 13: running out of titles'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-7461753598888338663</id><published>2008-06-23T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:01:14.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no. 13: side order of life (bleeding highlighters)</title><content type='html'> there is literally one week more to endure before... before death strikes me... na-bradycardia ako kanina... meaning it is not because of me being nervous again... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;natapos ko na new pacop... at gaaahhhh, i realized my weakness na.. it's the color reactions... what color is the precipitate of what when you add what to what... grabe, i can't remember anything about those...ultimong alkaloidal rgts, kahit may pananda na ako, wala pa din...sablay pa din...hahahaha... so now i'm praying na sana, SANA sana walang itanong about that...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so what else can i say but, i'm so tired, sleepy and confused na... i want to get this over with...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;haaayyyy, boyet came here this morning unannounced... and saw me at literally my worst... just woke up, bleeding highlighters, hair a mess, unbrushed teeth, dark circles around my eyes... pero ok lang, kasi mukha din siyang bagong gising...hahaha... no offense, pero pareparehas na ata kami ng mga itsura... itsura ng pagod! haggard... like we just finished not only a marathon but a triathlon...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero malapit na... last lap na, crunch time, inches away the finish line...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok enough. uulitin ko na ang old pacop, para mapanatag na ako....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&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/19343004-7461753598888338663?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/7461753598888338663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=7461753598888338663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7461753598888338663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/7461753598888338663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no-13-side-order-of-life-bleeding.html' title='entry no. 13: side order of life (bleeding highlighters)'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-6586297282405392512</id><published>2008-06-22T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:20:09.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no. 12: uhhmmmm...baha? typhoon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SF40DgoKCtAAAFvuV6A1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SF40DgoKCtAAAFvuV6A1/countdown.jpg?et=gLKGABquXwm6b90HysZy7w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahahaha...so brownout buong araw.... and perfect excuse sana na magrest tonight... but the poof... sabi ni GOd, tapusin ko na raw yang pacop na yan para makahinga na ako ng maayos... so un&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we already moved all our furniture from the sala to our bedrooms...alam niyo naman, bahain ang bahay namin...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so what happened today... aside from me feeling lethargic with the weather... ayaw makisama ng weather, sarap humiga sa kama at magpagulong gulong muli..hahahaha... my favorite expression MAGPAGULONG GULONG SA KAMA... try niyo... masarap talaga...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sana sa june 30-july 1 diganito ang weather, kundi baka magpagulong gulong ako sa testing site... gaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.... excited na ako.. di na ako kabado. hahahha 7 days 12 hours 47 mins and 6 secs to go, pde na ako maglaro ng NBA buong araw! yey&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-6586297282405392512?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6586297282405392512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=6586297282405392512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6586297282405392512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6586297282405392512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no-12-uhhmmmmbaha-typhoon.html' title='entry no. 12: uhhmmmm...baha? typhoon?'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-435536013776199887</id><published>2008-06-21T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:04:43.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no. 11: tamad tamad tamad... si kL ay tamad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFzqOwoKCtAAABJZtwA1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFzqOwoKCtAAABJZtwA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFzqOwoKCtAAABJZtwA1/countdown.jpg?et=5eubWn6DEbar%2B5iP9FqSKw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uh oh... im getting good at playing nba on the psp...hahahahaa... that means less time for studying... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so boyet came a while ago to borrow my manor stuff...at "tapos" na daw siya... tapos meaning tapos na siya sa old pacop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFzqOwoKCtAAABJZtwA1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;tsk tsk... no wonder di siya masyadong nagffreak out...hahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i also talked to bernice this morning... hay, parehas kami talaga...hahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then i also saw ate ver sa church. she assured me na kaya ko talaga un, basta focus on the old pacop...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;oh well... i just found out my sister is crushing on 21 guy aka jim sturgess... for the record, nauna ako...hahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hayyyyy, i want to get this board exam over with... para magkalife na ulit ako...and by life, i mean, sleep, slacking, tv, laptop, movies, chips, bed, daydreaming... and not just singing out loud pag stressed na ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm more calm now..kasi malapit na talaga ako matapos... but just like a fool, i did what i wasn't supposed to do to add more pressure to myself... i looked at my sister's nursing board exam results... and wala siyang grade na bumaba ng 80 i think... well i did the same thing nung nmat, kinalkal ko ung results niya, nagfreak out, nagpanic, tas natulog.. hahaha... proof: &lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/journal/item/79/nmat_na_bukas"&gt;http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/journal/item/79/nmat_na_bukas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahahaha... if the same thing worked for me with my nmat, it should work now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8 days 12 hours 14 mins 14 secs...and to end this entry, i'll post a picture of a man, my sister and i can share (sa akin ung bigger piece)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFzuMwoKCtAAAHnALsc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFzuMwoKCtAAAHnALsc1/monpetit.jpg?et=XcgQS%2C3GyMOKPNS6sndGZw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-435536013776199887?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/435536013776199887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=435536013776199887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/435536013776199887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/435536013776199887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no-11-tamad-tamad-tamad-si-kl-ay.html' title='entry no. 11: tamad tamad tamad... si kL ay tamad'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-1847641840281039311</id><published>2008-06-20T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:11:08.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no. 10: jamie lynn spears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFr0AwoKCtAAAFBFWJo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFr0AwoKCtAAAFBFWJo1/countdown.jpg?et=vUPgTkqzTTqIaWPRhTvH6Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so jamie lynn spears gave birth to a baby girl... congrats.. kunwari, magkakilala kami... hahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm tired. but will be ready by sunday. cool.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i talked to bernice yesterday, and turns out, we have the same take on pharmacology and the other modules... na nagkakamali parin kami but it's a learning experience. hahaha.. what you don't know in the first run, you will get in the second run.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well sa sunday nga, the first run will end.. yey! second round na, then i'll try to squeeze a third on the 2 remaining days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;basta dapat by june 29 afternoon, i should be relaxing. or panicking. whichever suits the occasion. haha &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9 days 23 hours 57 mins and 47 secs to get ready.. well technically less...kasi that time is based on 8am june 30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;toodles&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-1847641840281039311?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/1847641840281039311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=1847641840281039311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1847641840281039311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1847641840281039311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no-10-jamie-lynn-spears.html' title='entry no. 10: jamie lynn spears'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8212635150868077378</id><published>2008-06-19T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:43:38.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no. 9: ready set go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFnhHAoKCtAAABivdBY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFnhHAoKCtAAABivdBY1/countdown.jpg?et=D9P6WBMZhCgAVxYbRvjDxQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time left: 10 days 19 hours 30 mins and 2 secs...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;time left till doom comes dawning...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what the hell&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my brain is like a sponge&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it is trying to absorb everything&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;SPONGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;spongiform&lt;br&gt;coliform&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;SPONGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;spongebob&lt;br&gt;absorbable gelatin sponge&lt;br&gt;absorbable gelatin film&lt;br&gt;letter D&lt;br&gt;neurosurgery thoracic ocular surgery&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;SPONGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;scotch brite&lt;br&gt;scotch tape&lt;br&gt;scotch tape method&lt;br&gt;enterobius vernicularis&lt;br&gt;pinworm&lt;br&gt;hookworm&lt;br&gt;threadworm&lt;br&gt;thread&lt;br&gt;yarn&lt;br&gt;cats&lt;br&gt;toxoplasma&lt;br&gt;rubeola&lt;br&gt;Cytomegalovirus&lt;br&gt;HIV&lt;br&gt;Herpes&lt;br&gt;Syphillis&lt;br&gt;salvarsan&lt;br&gt;compound 606&lt;br&gt;paul erlich&lt;br&gt;robert koch&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;louis pasteur&lt;br&gt;fermentation&lt;br&gt;wine&lt;br&gt;rum&lt;br&gt;brandy&lt;br&gt;inuman&lt;br&gt;lasing&lt;br&gt;alcohol&lt;br&gt;disulfiram&lt;br&gt;withdrawal&lt;br&gt;bank&lt;br&gt;banco de oro&lt;br&gt;sta lucia&lt;br&gt;mall&lt;br&gt;movie&lt;br&gt;kung fu panda&lt;br&gt;polar bears&lt;br&gt;shoti&lt;br&gt;ust&lt;br&gt;pharmacy&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;crap talk&lt;br&gt;talk shit&lt;br&gt;stop.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(if you don't get the logic, you're either not a pharma student OR di ka pa nagbabasa ng pacop..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;good luck guys&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-8212635150868077378?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8212635150868077378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8212635150868077378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8212635150868077378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8212635150868077378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no-9-ready-set-go.html' title='entry no. 9: ready set go'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-743386916028880575</id><published>2008-06-18T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:08:30.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no. 8: dinosaur friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFhcxwoKCtAAAHg6PCE1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFhcxwoKCtAAAHg6PCE1/countdown.jpg?et=aEJgwbc58HxM%2BuBC13HosQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11 days 27 hours 7 mins and 59 seconds to go! hahaha...just like christmas...only equipped with the wrong feeling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'll make this quick... unfortunately for you,reader, quick for me is making a novel...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;remember when you were a kid when you had this hard bound book of dinosaurs with 3D glasses... well, i remember my first book of dinosaurs...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it had a fun feeling to it and you just turned 3 and started with Rex... then T-rex... then Tyran-ousous rex... Then finally Tyrannosaurus rex... then you would boast it to all your friends in kindergarten, and try to inject the word to your every sentence... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lunchtime: hey, that dinosaur in your lunchbox is called a TYRANNOSAURUS REX. were you able to watch Jurassic Park and see the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;TYRANNOSAURUS REX? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;playtime: run and hide or i'll eat you! I'm a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;TYRANNOSAURUS REX. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;(bully!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;music: (old mcdonald song) i don't want to be a chicken, i want to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;TYRANNOSAURUS REX! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;(tantrums)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;math: the number 7 looks like a &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;TYRANNOSAURUS REX!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sewing: my bear looks like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;TYRANNOSAURUS REX.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;new word eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now, i just gloat at the tons of genus and species you have to memorize. Erysipelothrix *panic attack. Wurcheria bancrofti *vomit. DIphyllobothrium latum*tv. Francisella tularensis *ipaq&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lesson: in the future, do not teach your kid how to say stuff like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;TYRANNOSAURUS REX. or else&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;----&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or else the will end up being a bully who has to memorize a hundred species of not only microorganisms but also plants as their karma&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;karma's a bitch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;/span&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/19343004-743386916028880575?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/743386916028880575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=743386916028880575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/743386916028880575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/743386916028880575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no-8-dinosaur-friends.html' title='entry no. 8: dinosaur friends'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4498040328313672203</id><published>2008-06-17T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:32:21.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no. 7: st therese edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFcuGQoKCtAAAFhTvRM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFcuGQoKCtAAAFhTvRM1/countdown.jpg?et=LOK%2CFomcTRz%2CTcKwIVHZow&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12 days 20 hours 38 mins 56secs nalang sabi ng clock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we went to st therese chapel this morning for the mass and the novena. And i got freaked out a bit... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;before the story, i would just like to say na cool ung novena ng st. therese... in the middle of the 9 days, you will know if your intentions will come true or not... by a sign that comes from magical and unexpected places: A WHITE ROSE... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my tita said the novena, i can't remember when but a kid from the market came up to her and gave her a white rose saying extra nalang daw ung rose na yun. my mom said the same novena for our US visa years ago, in the middle of nowhere an old vendor gave her a rose while she was still in our village's church. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kaso medyo dinaya ko yung akin, because after the novena, theygive away roses, red, white, yellow, pink... so parang sign pa din na dapat white. well, sa row namin 2 lang ung white rose, and i grabbed the white one immediately.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so anyway un, amidst that, kabado pa din ako...because...I DIDN'T FINISH MY PHARMACOLOGY... or i finished it but when i reread it, i couldn't remember a thing... talk about giving up on pcol.... oh well, try ko ulit next week...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh then baeba txted me na ang lapit lapit na, marami pa siyang di alam..ako din! gaaahhhhhhhh ... talk about freaking out...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so sa iba, sana di kayo kasing freaked out ko...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-4498040328313672203?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4498040328313672203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=4498040328313672203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4498040328313672203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4498040328313672203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no-7-st-therese-edition.html' title='entry no. 7: st therese edition'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-584445195996370863</id><published>2008-06-16T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:54:34.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no. 6: chocolate soup for the chicken soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm guessing it's 13 days left before the exams... i'm on the pc so no laptop countdown picture today... boo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what they say about doing pretty stupid stuff when the exam gets nearer is definitely true... but, something rather someone odd did something freaky...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it was about 10am and my stock of kisses were depleted already... i started craving for chocolate scones and chocolate muffins from french baker... knowing my mom would be going to the mall,  i asked her to buy me a week's supply of chocolate s&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cones and muffins... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;finding it hard for me to describe what they looked like, she just asked me to accompany her. So off we went to french baker, which was also waiting for their stock to arrive... at 11:30... of course me and PACOP just waited for the chocolate muffins and scones to arrive.. but my mom got bored... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so we went chocolate muffin hunting... first stop was crouer... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;confectione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;ry sprinkled sugar choco muffins&lt;/span&gt; were available  but limited... so we bought 2, proceeded to our next stop... red ribbon.. no muffins. dulcinea. no muffins. goldilocks. no muffins. dunkin donuts. no muffins-at that branch (we had to go upstairs to buy muffins at the other branch). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the donut stall was near the grocery. so my mom decided that while waiting for 11:30, we would go chocolate shopping. if you haven't shopped at sta lucia's grocery yet, there's a whole island of chocolates... after getting a few pieces, which i thought was enough, my mom wouldn't stop...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;cadbury, hersheys, kitkat, curly tops, almonets, goya, hersheys again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; choco mucho, snickers, van fruit. cadbury again, choco mucho again.then again. hello dino candy chocolate eggs, goya again, goya again, choco mucho again, van hazel nut, van roast almond, m&amp;m's crispy, kitkat bites, toblerone, hersheys, mary queen&lt;/span&gt;. again and again and again...i was the one begging her to stop. our bill ended up being more expensive than our father's day dinner yesterday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm going to develop diabetes after this exam. but my mom still not satisfied, bought c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;hocolate pancake mix, nesquick chocolate with marshmallows and swiss miss&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;thats not over... we went back to french baker, where the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;choco muffins&lt;/span&gt; were already&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; displayed.. embarrassed, i asked for 3... when we arrived home, i realized she bought all of the displayed muffins...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; i just wanted choco muffins and scones. but there were no scones.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFX7vAoKCtAAAGLX2901"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFX7vAoKCtAAAGLX2901/DSC00036.JPG?et=Pr8NS3SRr8N8oe5yIHGoug&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&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/19343004-584445195996370863?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/584445195996370863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=584445195996370863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/584445195996370863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/584445195996370863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no-6-chocolate-soup-for-chicken.html' title='entry no. 6: chocolate soup for the chicken soul'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-2200846955686047386</id><published>2008-06-15T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:25:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no.5: mom back from thai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFTcrgoKCtAAAHkdbCY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFTcrgoKCtAAAHkdbCY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFTcrgoKCtAAAHkdbCY1/countdown.jpg?et=WowgGDc4D8aItBC79FDHJQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;countdown says: 14 days 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFTcrgoKCtAAAHkdbCY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; hours 51 mins and 40 secs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFTcrgoKCtAAAHkdbCY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;studying pharmacology... but there was a brief interruption... because my mom just arrived from thailand! yey! pasalubongs... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;according to her: she didn't enjoy bangkok that much... more on saraburi (where my dad's company is at)... so she brought stuff for us..mga tshirts lang and pants, then scarves... and of course sampaloc...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;of course, matagal ang kwentuhan... i told her about my classma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;tes' stay here at our house... then she told me that everyone who reviews here passed the board exam... that makes our house either lucky or more pressure for us...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;i'm lagging at my pharmacology.. i stopped reading my notes, and started answering the questions... i think i learn faster when something is being asked to me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;of course there were talks about medicine... blah blah... i kind of dodged the topic because the last thing i want to think about is medicine..because it's just depressing... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but here's a quote for all the reviewees like me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;"work without prayer is slavery. prayer without work is begging."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and now, i have to go, because we're going to eat in causeway AGAIN...hahaha... because of father's day... so happy father's day to all the popsicle sticks out there&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pictures were lazily taken and and, i already got my 4 gig even before my mom came...but--- i can't play with it... boo =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFTfcwoKCtAAAE6bFyM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFTfcwoKCtAAAE6bFyM1/DSC00174.JPG?et=6jZEOQTHRpjFZtDjXBPg6Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFTfzgoKCtAAAFghPWk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFTfzgoKCtAAAFghPWk1/DSC00175.JPG?et=qX%2Bu12rVBQLMPUaHyozrTg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&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/19343004-2200846955686047386?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/2200846955686047386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=2200846955686047386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2200846955686047386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2200846955686047386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no5-mom-back-from-thai.html' title='entry no.5: mom back from thai'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4068605294618484701</id><published>2008-06-14T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:00:17.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no.4: pcol pcol pcol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFL5aAoKCtAAACXhCTA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFL5aAoKCtAAACXhCTA1/countdown.jpg?et=9Ql6nBAjjKEguL4arIWRJg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desktop countdown says: 16 days 1 hour 12 mins and 24 secs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rise and shine! It's a saturday morning... an unusual saturday morning... it is way too early to get out of bed, look for something to eat and start studying for pharmacology...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But i had to because finishing at least 3/4 of the notes yesterday was pretty unsuccessful... It is taking longer than i estimated. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not even halfway through... So today I have to make up for the times i literally slacked yesterday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;funny thing happened, the moment i woke up, i thought--- what was the Tx for excessive hyperthermia--- dantrolene... what was the drug that caused hyperthermia--- stared at the ceiling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;after a few minutes, i gave up, looked at my notes and deduced that i my study yesterday was not enough.... so today, i'll probably isolate myself from the temptations and stay in another room...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;arrrgggg... its just so hard to concentrate when your mind isn't taking in the information anymore...i just end up getting frustrated. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yes, but tomorrow will be the real test...the post it on our pc says: arrival 5:45 am... my mom basically bought scarves and jackets when it is so freaking hot here in the philippines... hahahaha.... she's way too excited for my sister's work...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that's all for now...btw, it's succinylcholine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;kL&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-4068605294618484701?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4068605294618484701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=4068605294618484701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4068605294618484701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4068605294618484701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no4-pcol-pcol-pcol.html' title='entry no.4: pcol pcol pcol'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4719393858320255625</id><published>2008-06-13T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:25:28.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no.3: bad dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFHxYwoKCtAAAEnvPU41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFHxYwoKCtAAAEnvPU41/countdown.jpg?et=6z1VOClNms1mCNzoKpoxWg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;my desktop countdown says: 16 days, 19 hours 59 mins and 43 seconds till the pharmacy board exam&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so bad dreams... i don't know why i'm having bad dreams lately...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;since i started reviewing seriously (which was like 3 days ago) i had this rule that i have to sleep on or before 10pm... but that didn't work too well, so i just made this deadline that by 10 pm, i have to stop working and start putting myself to sleep, so i would get at least 8 hours of rest. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that isn't working too well either... i slept at about 10pm last night, finishing of real early... but then around 2am i had this bad dream, i can't really remember what it was, but when i woke up it was as if it still happening... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i fell asleep again and around 4am, i had this bad dream again. I was on an island with my family and friends. we settled in the hotel, then I decided to stroll around.. I saw this huge lake with a hanging bridge on it. I crossed the bridge saw mountain and decided to climb it... Then i saw my friend (i can't remember who he was) who was sitting on the ground looking at a huge house that popped out out of nowhere. I sat beside him, and was pretty sure the words he said were "it was hard, but i came through, and now i'm enjoying it.." and i can remember asking him what was it he enjoyed... And then he started telling a story about the house... it was a creepy story that even though i was asleep, i could feel my alpha-2 receptors activating (layman's terms: goosebumps)... i walked some more until it was really dark.. then someone called my name..but i realized i was lost in the woods... and the mountain started to crack, and the tip of a volcano was showing up...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i ran until i saw the hanging bridge which was now over a very very large pool... i could feel the earth moving... there was an earthquake! and the chances of the bridge falling apart were really high... so crossing the bridge, i dashed to safe ground. when i arrived a jacuzzi popped out. but i ran straight to the hotel. and the people who welcomed me back were smiling...actually they were smirking... and started chanting "you survived... you survived" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i barely caught my breath when someone asked me, "where's your mom and sister?" puzzled, i looked back at the pool and saw them crossing the bridge which is about to collapse... and, it did collapse...while they were in it... but the pool was cracking into half... and the bridge WAS in the middle...do the math, they were heading straight to the big gap...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;shocked, i went near the pool...when my sister and mom emerged and said, "why's your face like that? you like tired, where have you been?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;arrrrgggghhhh....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hate hate hate bad dreams... i ended up having less sleep than i originally planned... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well, that's all for now&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;kL&lt;/span&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;&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-4719393858320255625?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4719393858320255625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=4719393858320255625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4719393858320255625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4719393858320255625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no3-bad-dreams.html' title='entry no.3: bad dreams'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-6995077733465644602</id><published>2008-06-12T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:05:11.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry no.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFCeTQoKCtAAAD799IA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFCeTQoKCtAAAD799IA1/countdown.jpg?et=d%2BUaKsVZq%2BcokBrIHAjV4g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my desktop countdown says: 17 days 20 hours 6 mins and 44 secs....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and i'm itching to watch another episode of criminal minds... but no... i can't...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i already overslept this morning, i can't afford to waste another hour on watching....haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i think i already figured out when i get these anxiety attacks... it's when i'm not holding either my notes or my pacop... i can feel that i'm wasting my time, but sometimes my brain reaches saturation point and starts rejecting information... and that's when i result to singing cheesy songs like: a whole new world or picture of you by boyzone (mr bean's movie's theme song)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gaaahhhhh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;today biochem... tomorrow pharmacology... that will go on until monday... i am actually excited to study pharmacology because now i'm actually ready to take in the information...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but before my pharmacology streak ends,  my mom's arriving from thailand... and that only means one thing! actually 2 things...  it's the day of pasalubongs (i wish i wish i wish...hahaha) and.....*cue the drumroll... the day the memory stick of the camera/psp is coming... my sister decided to limit the memory to that until my boards are over...hahahahaha... alam mo naman ako, walang control pag dating sa mga bagay na ineenjoy ko...hahhahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok enough... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i still have to study 1 and a half pacop..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so til tomorrow...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ciao&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i thank you *bow&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/19343004-6995077733465644602?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6995077733465644602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=6995077733465644602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6995077733465644602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6995077733465644602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-no2.html' title='entry no.2'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-827643012510175883</id><published>2008-06-11T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:22:32.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the countdown begin!</title><content type='html'>who can't feel the pressure yet?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's 18 days before the 2 days that would determine how much we have learned in pharmacy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and so i decided that i will be blogging for 18 days until the exam is over, because this is how i will break the stress...or else i'd either go on a anaphylactic rxn (allergic sa stress eh) or bore myself to death...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and yet, i'm still not ready... i will be, but right now i'm not.. just give me a couple of weeks (tamang tama kasi 3 weeks nalang talaga)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and the worst feeling yet, is my anxiety attacks... i can just feel my veins dilating, my heart palpitating, blood rushing to my brain, and i get all red in the face... i have to learn how to control these attacks or yet, my best (worst) antagonist would be myself...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and in line with that, i'll have to perfect yoga breathing...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i just finished my PHARMACOGNOSY...one subject down, i don't know how many more to go.. i'm aiming for the top kasi parang un lang ung safe place sa boards...hahaha... feeler... akala niyo...mamememorize ko rin yang pacop na yan...tulad ng 500++ na pharma students na magbboards...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;one entry down, 17 more to go...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i thank you, *bow&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/19343004-827643012510175883?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/827643012510175883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=827643012510175883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/827643012510175883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/827643012510175883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-countdown-begin.html' title='let the countdown begin!'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-2234293377606884800</id><published>2008-06-04T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:02:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell on earth</title><content type='html'>prc--- wow, hell on earth...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no sense of system AT ALL.... my gaaaadddd..... hot...long lines... tripping tellers...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if the philippines were more high tech, the process could have been computerized...diba? tas aircon? aircon lang...or kahit electric fan diba? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and naman, they should have anticipated the long lines, like they could've grouped the applicants according to the profession they will be registering for...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;crap talk...dala ng init...&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/19343004-2234293377606884800?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/2234293377606884800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=2234293377606884800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2234293377606884800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/2234293377606884800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/hell-on-earth.html' title='hell on earth'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-4247250046628590967</id><published>2008-06-01T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:47:09.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;sabi ni cathe, if you feel tagged, go and answer the survey... and i feel tagged mainly because manor review's over and i'm taking the day off (parang yaya lang) to store some more ATPs that i can freely spend for the next gruelling 3 weeks of the board exam chapter of my life &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1.if you were given a chance to choose what will you choose beauty or brains??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;brains... being a smart ass can make me feel pretty...hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;2. What do you miss most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;malaysia...hahaha...sanctuary grabe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;3. if u can turn back time, where ka babalik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;tama si cathe, high school... when everything wasn't so complicated and when we say "complicated" it is actually really simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;4. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;ps i love you (download un ha) and indiana jones sa movie house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;5. craving for what food ka today??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;chocolate covered strawberries&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;6. what are the things that make u happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;hahaha.... wow... it would take a lot of things to make me happy right now...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;7.  who is the hottest male/female celebrity  for u? it cud be foreign or local&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;ed westwick! hahaha...tama... ed westwick... and matthew settle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;wow...sounds familiar... haha.... uhhmmm... siguro naman naprove ko na na hindi ako bitch pag dating sa ganyan diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;hahaha... the reason i had this mall tour is because--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;10.What was your section when you were in gr.1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;hahaha.... di ako nag-grade 1&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;di naman spinecify... but i felt tagged talaga&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;12. Have you learned something new today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;that the truth actually hurts... haha...drama&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;13. What do you want to own right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;psp and a car&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;a true friend (although she didn't really tag me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;15. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;definitely single and rich...&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;16. What's your favorite C2 flavor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;lychee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;17. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;18. When was the last time you got starstruck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;wait i can't even remember being starstruck&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;19. What type of friends do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;friends who are ready to bitch out for you because you would bitch out for them too (rhymes!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;20. What was the title of the song you last listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;ung song sa ps i love na paulit ulit...hahahaha&lt;/span&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/19343004-4247250046628590967?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4247250046628590967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=4247250046628590967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4247250046628590967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/4247250046628590967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-tagged.html' title='i feel tagged'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-1309774852162922250</id><published>2008-05-23T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:06:04.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ep espada: the mall tour</title><content type='html'>  &lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/SDa@XAoKCtAAACBlx0M1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/SDa@fAoKCtAAACL-6v81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDa@fAoKCtAAACL-6v81/11-05-08_1549.jpg?et=xb%2CDuLF9lJXTd2T6ZJ6I4w&amp;nmid=0&amp;nmid=97465522&amp;nmid=97465522" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/SDa@XAoKCtAAACBlx0M1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.krazyinnarnia.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDa@XAoKCtAAACBlx0M1/Photo%202.jpg?et=ZGqxxZDEkJAbtRlKT3PqaQ&amp;nmid=0&amp;nmid=97465522&amp;nmid=97465522" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yada yada yada... you can call it cutting class but i call it therapy... it started last tuesday, the lrt broke down (parang tao lang no) and we (ken and i) had to ask miguel to help us get home... when we finally arrived at qmmc, i was exhausted (not that i was the one driving) and in a really bad trip... an hour later, i was on the other end of a heated discussion...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which resulted to: me being in another depressing trip which made me stupidly lethargic that day... of course no one will ever understand what i felt that day... you may think it was shallow or inappropriate but i couldn't stand staying in one place feeling that way...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so we called lynyrd (who was asleep, sorry dude) and left manor to relax... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;let's do this lrt style:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;next station: gateway paparating na sa gateway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;nabore kami...kasi naman kakagateway lang namin ni ken the sunday before that wednesday so.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;next station: megamall paparating na sa megamall&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dun kami nagkita nila lynyrd, gusto nila magice skating but only one of us was wearing socks... so diba hassle...next time nalang... food court, ikot, starbucks, aral pacop.. syempre di mwawala ang pacop sa aming ritual tas ikot ulit sa cyberzone... tas uwi dahil sinasabihin na ako ni ken na umuwi na kami... parang tatay lang...hahahaha.. at si miguel pa pala nagsimba (woah diba).... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;before we parted ways, may usapan or rather chismis na magmmall kami the next day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;seeing that i wasn't ready to face another pharma review day, at nagaaya sila magmall, e di go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;next station: trinoma paparating na sa trinoma&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eto na ata ang pinakawalang kwentang mall trip...hahaha... miguel and i arrived at 1:30 from manor while ken and lynyrd 1:30ish din from feu...nagenroll kasi si lynyrd sa feu kaya... we found an empty couch sa foodexpress and spent hours and hours studying,watching from an iphone and eating... when we turned the tables on miguel's trip, he wanted to go home so bad, naguilty kami ni lynyrd sa ginawa namin or sa hindi namin ginawa...sorry talga&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nung pauwi na kami sabi ko kay ken, sayang dapat nanood nalang kami ng indiana jones kasi gusto ko talaga mapanood un...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nagbreak si dr imasan, we went to jollibee, and won a free one-piece chickenjoy... 20 minutes after eating (me already inside the classroom), may tumawag sa akin galing sa labas.... so labas naman ako...kala ko kung ano nangyari kay ken...pagkalabas ko, sabi niya, movie tara... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;the only time the mall is my friend is when i'm depressed or at least sad... and i have this thing of not quitting the habit of malling until i have coped/have the feeling gone &lt;/span&gt;(fade was the term i used with kath)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; away....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;next station: trinoma paparating na sa trinoma&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oo trinoma ulit... this time medyo fruitful ang lakad... dahil wala ang mahilig magaral sa amin, ayun, nagmovie nalang kami, indiana jones...classic... un lang masasabi ko...watch it to actually understand what that means... then ikot, DQ! (last treat before their med school opening) and of course ikot ulit... then home sweet home for them... syempre ako pumunta pa ako ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Sta. Lucia &lt;/span&gt;because my sister was sick and was having her checked up in their medical ctr....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;un ang summary ng mall tour namin...hehehe..parang artista lang.. deadline ko na na dapat after sunday, i will be totally focused on studying for the board exam...wish me luck!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh and note: the first picture was taken at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;SM Mall of Asia &lt;/span&gt;on mother's day...we cut the drills because there wasn't a rationale part...so what's the use?  that day was, lunch at el pollo loco, ikot, coffee bean, ikot, national bookstore where a whole lot of talking shit happened... then nainggit kami sa mga batang may krispy kreme hats...hayun.... syempre mother's day maraming gimmick ang mga establishments... then home again...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;explanation of second picture...we went "through" digital walker(wla kasing walls e) and saw the new mac desktop computer and played with the camera... since 3 lang kami at wala namang may gustong kumuha ng tig-2, that was probably the perfect solution... then we test the bluetooth of the pc by sending it to our phones...ayun, instant memory...hahhaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as fun as it sounds in this blog, it was definitely a break from our becoming-monotonous-life... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so till next time medical nerds and manor geeks (sama kayo next time...pag ayaw niyo nang makinig)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;KLmNO&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&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/19343004-1309774852162922250?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/1309774852162922250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=1309774852162922250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1309774852162922250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/1309774852162922250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/05/ep-espada-mall-tour.html' title='ep espada: the mall tour'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-5492255231143221016</id><published>2008-05-17T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:50:09.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boards na boards na daw</title><content type='html'>i thought yesterday was a total waste of time.... kasi naman, pagsiksikan ba daw ang pagcheck ng drills ng 3 modules kahapon...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it was hardly 10am when i already felt crappy... i wanted to go home... wala pa kasi akong tulog nun... 2 oras palang actually tulog ko nun... and... and... i was admittedly high...HIGH... oo high sa gamot... kasi naka-4 akong magkakaibang gamot.. and that my friends is what you call POLYPHARMACY&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lunch time na, naging 3 nalang kaming naiwan (6 kami nung una)... so mas nakakatamad diba...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero, grabe, mga 1:30, tinamaan na kami ng pagkabangag, kaming 3 nila lea at caeg, tawa nalang tuloy kami ng tawa tas ang lakas na ng mga boses namin... nairita nga ata ung nasa harap namin eh... pati ung mga lalaking nagppsp sa likuran namin, hayun, nagsilabasan na...hahaha...oh well... we didn't care, gusto na namin umuwi eh...haha... tapos nung una sabi namin 3pm kami uuwi... pero dahil nakakatamad, di nalang namin tinuloy hanggang sa 5pm na, tinatamad na kaming tumayo,..... personally, gusto ko lang sanang humiga sa floor at magpagulong gulong nung time na un...kung di lang ako nakadress...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to prove that we were really "bangag" di na kami magkaintindihan ni ikai sa text at natext ko si lynyrd ng "uy lynyrd, asan na ako?" o diba... meron pang mas babangag dyan... para iexplain ang kabangagan tnxt ko ulit siya ng parang di naman masyadong obvious na bangag ako "asan ka na pala? i mean, asa batangas ka ba?" basta mas bangag pa dyan ung tnxt ko.... at nagccrap talk na ako&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;delaying tactics...ayaw magaral...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nakakatamad kasi, seryoso na to, masarap magpagulong gulong sa unmade bed and tangled sheets... hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;naginuman sila kagabi sa tagaytay, at obvious naman siguro na gusto ko sana sumama dun diba? but no, ngayong board exam season, kelangan ng mga sacrifices... in other and better words, di naman ako papayagan magovernight... at wala na din ako lakas makipagaway sa mga magulang ko ngayon... haha... pagoodshot muna ulit...bakit? secret...hahaha.. migraine na yan? bakit pde ko namang dalhin ung mga pampa"high" ko sa kung nasan man ako ahhh..... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;explanation:ung mga pampahigh ko, mga prescription drugs naman sila... so don't worry, i'm not doing anything illegal... high, bangag at crappy lang talga ako lately....&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/19343004-5492255231143221016?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/5492255231143221016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=5492255231143221016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5492255231143221016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/5492255231143221016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/05/boards-na-boards-na-daw.html' title='boards na boards na daw'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-8009168997314925195</id><published>2008-04-27T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:53:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>handwriting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="%20http://handwritingwizard.com"&gt;handwriting analysis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome Krizia Ordona, here is your handwriting analysis.&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;div&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q22_1094009417.jpeg" alt=""&gt; Krizia is moderately outgoing. Her emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, she can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. She has the ability to put herself into the other person's shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Krizia will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes she will be happy, the next day she might be sad. She has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because she is in between. Psychology calls Krizia an ambivert. She understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, she will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." She doesn't sway too far one way or the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When convincing her to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to her. She puts herself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet she will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Krizia is an expressive person. She outwardly shows her emotions. She may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Krizia is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. She weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when she finally has to. She basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q21_1094009295.jpeg" alt=""&gt; People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Krizia doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others. &lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q23_1094009506.jpeg" alt=""&gt; Krizia will demand respect and will expect others to treat her with honor and dignity. Krizia believes in her ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. She has a lot of pride.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q24_1094009778.jpeg" alt=""&gt; Krizia is secretive. She has secrets which she does not wish to share with others. She intentionally conceals things about herself. She has a private side that she intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in her past.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q20_1094009074.jpeg" alt=""&gt; Krizia has a desire for attention. People around Krizia will notice this need. She may fulfill this need by a variety of ways depending on her own character.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q25_1094009924.jpeg" alt=""&gt; Diplomacy is one of Krizia's best attributes. She has the ability to say what others want to hear. She can have tact with others. She has the ability to state things in such a way as to not offend someone else. Krizia can disagree without being disagreeable.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q26_1094010047.jpeg" alt=""&gt; In reference to Krizia's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When Krizia slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Krizia can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q27_1094010202.jpeg" alt=""&gt; Krizia is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Krizia basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q28_1094010270.jpeg" alt=""&gt; Krizia is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q29_1094010583.jpeg" alt=""&gt; Krizia has a tendency to put things off, Krizia procrastinates. She sometimes pretends to be busy, so she will not have to do whatever she is putting off. She is often late to appointments or deadlines. This usually leads to a great amount of effort at the last minute to meet the deadline. Procrastination is an important factor as it relates to her output on the job or at school. Remember, Krizia will put it off until later. Procrastination is easily overcome through a simple stroke adjustment in the handwriting.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q31_1094010918.jpeg" alt=""&gt; Krizia is selective when picking friends. She does not trust everyone. She has a select group of people that are truly close to her, usually two or three. She is careful when choosing her inner circle of friends.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q31_1094010938.jpeg" alt=""&gt; Krizia has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q32_1094011133.jpeg" alt=""&gt; For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Krizia has left some white space on the left side of the paper. Krizia fills up the rest of the page in a normal fashion moving the entire writing rightward as she moves down the page. If this is true, then Krizia has a healthy relationship to the past and is ready to move on. The right side of the page represents the future and Krizia is ready and willing to get started living now and planning for the future. Krizia is leaving the past behind and moving on to what she perceives as an exciting and enticing future.&lt;/p&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/19343004-8009168997314925195?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8009168997314925195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=8009168997314925195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8009168997314925195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/8009168997314925195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/04/handwriting.html' title='handwriting'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19343004.post-6919152996157805030</id><published>2008-04-26T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:30:58.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the thing is...</title><content type='html'>the thing is...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this weekend was pretty interesting... i got to watch the episodes of 8 simple rules of dating my teenage daughter that was produced in the memory of john ritter who died in the middle of the series (when i say died, i mean died in real life not just kill the character)... it was a good show and continued to run without the character of paul henessey in it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in the part 2 of goodbye, cate's father said:&lt;br&gt;we are always disappointed with the things we have because we live by the impression that life is supposed to be about what we deserve.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;something like that i paraphrased, can't remember the real deal... but the same banana... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but yeah, he is correct... i lived by the idea that i deserved to be in med school and got disappointed because.... because you know why... of course the quote doesn't make it any easier to accept the fact that that plan, isn't going to happen... but.... but... i don't know.... for the first time in my life i do not know... for the first time, i don't have a plan... and that doesn't mean being sidetracked but it means... it means, i just don't have a damn plan....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the thing is... there is a next quote which is:&lt;br&gt;"Okay, readers, today we're going to have a little pop quiz. It's multiple choice, so sharpen your #2 pencils and put on your thinking caps. Ready? Here's a quote. 'Dad, you're an idiot.' Now, contestants, this was said to me because of which of the following transgressions:&lt;br&gt; A. Coming to the breakfast table wearing pajamas and black socks;&lt;br&gt; B. Asking my oldest daughter if that guy I saw her talking to at school yesterday was her boyfriend;&lt;br&gt; C. Referring to rapper 50 Cent as 'Fifty Cents';&lt;br&gt; Or D. Entering the room?&lt;br&gt; Ok, pencils down. Actually, it was a trick question. The answer is all of the above. Now do you know how many times I called my father an idiot? Zero. Why? Because I feared him. Back then we didn't share our deep personal feelings. Our deepest conversations usually involved the tigers' bull pen. But my kids? I can't get them to shut up. There's not a feeling that my kids are afraid to express, over and over and over. And my wife reassures me this is a good thing, over and over and over. And she's always right. So do I wish that my kids feared me? Well, my house would be quieter and I'd spend a lot less time in the bathroom, but no. Because I know that whenever they insult me, whether it's a "You're an idiot," "What a geek," or an "I hate you," an "I love you" isn't far behind. And it's the knowledge that my kids love me that makes it safe for me to wear pajamas and black socks to the breakfast table."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that was... touching... really... if you watched the show and have watched it ever since, you can just feel the sadness.... i just felt like it was a good quote to add to this blog... especially since lately i have been having problems about----- i can't say what it is... but for the people who know, well, shhhhh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the thing is...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;erase erase erase...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the good thing about having friends with relationships is you can't help but learn from them... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the good thing about having friends who are single is that they can give you their undivided attention when you feel like a total wreck&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the thing about having friends with relationships is they are your friends and no matter how wrong their move was you can't help but prove/persuade them that they have done the right thing. it's check--- and mate....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the thing about having friends who are single is that they are idealistic yet honest and so no matter what mishap you have concurred to at the moment, they have the untainted version of what it is supposed to be...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i think..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so in general: hang in there, guys... look at the big picture and focus on the silver lining... hahaha  and i guess all the "wise" and crappy words i want to say to you, i have already said to you personally...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--FIN--&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/19343004-6919152996157805030?l=krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6919152996157805030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19343004&amp;postID=6919152996157805030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6919152996157805030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19343004/posts/default/6919152996157805030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krazyinnarnia.blogspot.com/2008/04/thing-is.html' title='the thing is...'/><author><name>krazyinnarnia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796371948267963751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/krazyinnarnia/flamingtext_com_1122773664_22272.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
